Monthly Archives: April 2009

It’s never a good idea…

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It’s never a good idea to…

  • write a blog post when you’re up too late at night, because you might be so desperate for an idea that you start typing about how you’re up late because your husband is still up doing work and you want to be near him, then you might go on and on about how much you love him and are proud and supportive of his efforts to take care of you, and then you might realize you don’t know how to fix the run-on you just created, so you might have to move on to another bullet point that finishes the statement: it’s never a good idea to…
  • “eat turds. Ever. No matter what animal it’s from.”
  • say all those nice things about your husband in the first bullet-point and then ask your husband to help by giving you an idea of how to finish this aforementioned statement.
  • _____[fill in the blank]_____

What was I thinking in college?

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My freshman year of college, I lived by myself in a tiny attic apartment in a pecan grove neighborhood on the outskirts of town. To get home, I had to drive over a railroad crossing. Because the railroad split through a grove of trees, I couldn’t see if a train was coming until I was just at the tracks. To make matters worse, the intersection didn’t exactly have a stop sign. Needless to say, I often didn’t stop. I wouldn’t even slow down to look.

What was I thinking?!

Ok. Your turn. Ever done something stupid and/or life-threatening in college?

THIS talk changed how I create

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I don’t remember how long this video is, but if you’re a creative type, you may want to pause and listen to this. Come back when you have some time. But listen. Listen well. And learn about “the muse.”

Elizabeth Gilbert, the writer of “Eat, Pray, Love” rocked me with this one:

The muse. I’ve always felt like it was outside of me – like the songs come from somewhere else – and now I know I’m not crazy. This is obviously how artists from ages past have felt as well. Now I know better how to approach what I do. I make space for “the muse” and time for “the muse” and wait for “the muse.” I don’t know what it is, but it works. It faithfully shows up. And I create.

How do you find “the muse?”

The Inundation of Information

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Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

T.S. Eliot

How much time have I spent thinking of the inundation of information that is at my fingertips every day? That has been at my fingertips for years, starting with Myspace and now with Twittering? Do you remember when Facebook became the new Myspace, then Blogs gained over Facebook, then Twittering became the new Blogging, and now everybody’s Tweeting? What’s next?

What do I do with the eleventy-two ways I have to connect with 750 of my “best friends” these days? Do I really know 750 people?! And if I vaguely remember them from ten years ago, am I supposed to write on their wall? Or is accepting their friend request enough of a hello? How do I sift through all of the chatter and noise? How do I find the depth? The life? The human behind the 140 characters? How do I cull out what’s important and leave the rest? How do I flippin’ know when to stop reading?

And, seriously, how do I know when I need to stop chattering?

And what is all this information going to do to our brains, our relationships, and our culture…?

Do you have any answers?