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Creativity as Dreaming – wisdom on needing, and a rant about dating

Have you ever not known how badly you needed something, until you finally got it? I had that kind of weekend, a lot of gratitude tears were shed. I’ve always been a make-do sort of girl, ’cause life doesn’t always throw you what you want. It took me a long time to make friends with my needs. I had a mentor, used to always say to me: how’s your neediness today? When I stopped getting angry when she asked that I knew I was finally okay with the part of me that knew I couldn’t do it alone.

Funny thing owning up to your needs, it doesn’t guarantee you’ll automatically get them met. So THAT pissed me off for a while.
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100 days of …creativity

…’cause yeah, I don’t have enough going on. But this will be good for me. I’m a big fan of 100 day projects, mostly from some half-remembered science that shows that is how long it takes to re-map your neurons, to really make a change stick.

When I started a 100 day project online a few years ago, I got lots of engagement, not just people excited about what I was doing, but inspired to take on a 100 day challenge of their own. Bryan McLean was one of those, and because he’s more bad-ass than I am, he has been doing 100 day projects every spring ever since. He’s spooling up to do another one here shortly, and chatting with him about it reminded me it was maybe time for one myself. And maybe you’d like to join in too…Read More »100 days of …creativity

The Erotica Files

If you were wondering, I did not spontaneously combust in awkward embarrassment last night. In part because the show ran really late, and reading last, I was tired beyond even registering what I was reading. That and the fact I had edited and practiced reading so much beforehand it had all become an academic exercise and my brain barely registered it as erotica. What’s that Green Day song?… “when masturbation’s lost its thrill, you’re fucking low.” Yeah that.

Unfortunately, reading last and reading late, I never really got a chance to mingle afterwards in that room full of brilliant, bizarre, and brave people to talk about what I’ve been working on, and would like to be working on. So I’m gonna lay it out here, and get the conversation started online.
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Structure, Cage or Bones?

I’m a little at a loss these days, dealing with the delightful problem of feeling better. Seriously, it’s a rather strange and foreign feeling after over 6 months of decrepitude.

My current dillemma is one of how to rebuild my life, and into what? I have so many interests and things pulling at me, I’m trying to remember: while I can do pretty much anything, I can’t do EVERYTHING. I’ve been around long enough to know just making choices based on what’s most on fire at any given point doesn’t always further what’s really important. So yeah, I know that. I’ve spent a goodly amount of time these days thinking about what my priorities are in this current iteration of my life. I know the what, but I’m not sure about the how. Read More »Structure, Cage or Bones?

Day 79 – hug a hacker!

The first thought to enter people’s minds when you say “hacker” is chain smoking Russians trying to steal your credit card information, or maladjusted teenagers breaking into government systems. The word is shocking, disturbing, and a sexy seller in the media.

Fact of the matter is hackers are rule breakers sure, but in the sense of doing something, or using something for other than it’s intended use. If you’ve ever used a butter knife as a screwdriver, you’re a hacker. If you’ve ever taken something apart to see how it works (my brother cut open my Mrs. Beasley to see where the voice came from) you’re a hacker.

Hackers are our tinkerers, our innovators, our dreamers and imaginers.Read More »Day 79 – hug a hacker!