er... Question... who or what never waits? What will you do yesterday? That is the end of today's period.
(My first written story in 30 years.)
Let's discuss the protagonist's motivation and major obstacles ... in pairs, I should think.
Writing makes me nervous. It also brings freedom. Sometimes it flows and other times it's torture. This much we know from so many sources other than my self-reference, but trying to work out of self-referential writing for me is like trying to remove my skin before bed. I imagine it comes in some small epiphany, like the best of them. But, uh... it makes me nervous to post it. This non-revelation, I should say.
... what exactly does a test like the Intelligence Quotient measure? Part of a piece of some portion of a few of your brain functions?
Good to know.
But that's completely beside the point of this link to the article I read. Why do people seem to differentiate between nature and nurture, like they are two stubborn folk who won't go into the same room with each other?
I think they're really TOGETHER together, and have kept it quite a secret for as long as they possibly could.
Here's the article and study:
Talking and listening - and thinking whilst at it - about things of interest and new ground plus challenges. Content from life experience and media The time and discussion and attitude count for so much.
Plasticity of the brain has been demonstrated over and over again. So have many other practices beneficial to its maintenance and training.But legends take precedence the majority of the time.... so far. I'm all for legends; looked at the right way. They DO say something that is true.
So does what's true. ;)
Not all can be contained in words.
I still have to find the REAL befores.... and bulbs... yes, bulbs already there.
http://1977ub.posterous.com/here-have-a-zip-of-picsI've heard about this cool feature where you can post a .zip file to the blog, and it will automatically unpack itself and create a clickable stack of thumbnails to peruse. I believe these are some manner of 'before' picures. The link to Pluto's blog is the 'during' pics (http://1977ub.posterous.com/house-torn-up-4142009)... and then we'll have some afters for afters...
Let the fun begin... with it all working.... come on now: push 'Send.'
So, I've started this blog. For the first time.
'Everyone's doing it,' (is that an excuse to jump off a bridge?), and I thought I could do it myself basically as a writing exercise.
But I have to loosen up to get there. I'm shy, basically, especially about something as important to me all my life as writing.
So, I'll keep at it. I won't expect anyone to read it.
With all that goes on in modern life, why would anyone read anyone else's blog?
They could be famous. They could be a talented writer. They could be doing something important.
I could eventually talk about living and coping with pain and a disability, but I'm not there yet. Maybe that would be helpful to someone somewhere. Maybe it would be helpful to me in understanding myself.
So to loosen up, I'll just write. It may not be pretty ... or worthwhile to anyone but myself, but it is SOMETHING.
Right now I'm on Blip.fm, playing Beauty by Spindrift. I didn't know there were yet MORE of their albums out there. A morning gift.
I was looking for anything by the band, Brass Buttons, but nope... nada. Where o where dost thou lurk, makers of music I like?
I just found this interesting type of writing beta website call One Million Monkeys Typing. If you'd like to check it out, here thou goest:
It's a cool idea... and good premise for the name.
I'm so tired this morning. Don't think I slept the best kind of sleep. For a while I was having amazing dreams; I'll have to share some of the ones that won't feel diminished by sharing their special energy. Dissipation is to be avoided - even without limited inner resources. A wonderful person helped me out by writing them down during that period when trying to type was like accidentally throwing a frisbee at a 90 degree angle when the person is straight in front of you. Who knows what letter will eventuate? And circling back around, that is the basic idea behind the Million Monkey site.
I hope everyone has a lovely and peaceful morning. I'll probably be back sooner or later today.
We will see what will be.
"A weapon against the stressful damage of perfectionism," says a friend.
"Dare to be average" does not mean to aim for mediocracy, but to try to be still and accept what IS at this moment... EVEN if it's less than 100 percent.
I will say it... tonight it's clear: I'm unrealistic right now. Perfectionism is a wound to me at times like this.
I find it extremely challenging around 80% of the time.
Note to self!
Offering Art Print by Stephane De Bourgies
What a glorious thing to be able to give something.... anything.
Sometimes it is very small.
Today I felt like there was nothing concrete I could give.
Wonder how it all turned out, as I don't quite know what happened.
But some things seemed to be given or exchanged.
I percolate this
Thing I don't understand yet.
So I get the juice.
Haiku by me... and the band.
Lots and lots to unpack - understanding what's left and why; that's it.
Well, each member of the audience of one... I want to see how I can use this to advantage.
I'm not really keen on sharing with the entire world, but there may be someone out there who's interested for some indeterminate reason... One never knows their ultimate purpose here... until they do.
I want to write. I've organized folders of periods and important experiences in my life, and so far they are empty but for two entries, in the early days last month when enthusiasm was high.
Haven't given up on it, but this form of journaling the here and now might be a good place to start the cycle.
I admit it. Change is hard for me. Partly it's the transformed migraine, but I think my nature also makes it so. My tendency to look ahead to every future possible and worry about them all in transition. 'Plan ahead' gone berserk. No remote. Radio.
And then there's a place that remains out of the fray. Can't describe adequately. Each phrase raises its hand hopefully and then gets shot down when it doesn't prove to be a perfectly expansive fit. Back the cycle goes, but that place remains still.
I'd like to take a moment to give a shout out to the Dandy Warhols for keeping it real in the Odditorium. A year's subscription and they give you whatever they want to put out there. I find if generous. Good for you guys - you make me feel good - joyful and serene, depending. Sometimes both. Here's the link for those interested... anyone with me?
That and one of the kittens blissfully done with kneading my jacket for the time being and in some beautiful dream.... made me think of this memory:
There was once a Petula Clark song from when I was a kid - long time gone - that had the lyrics:
"There's a cat in the window. I want to fly out the window." And my seven-year younger wee sister used to sing at the top of her lyrical lungs, "I want to JUMP OUT the window," in alll seriousness. Made a huge impact on my life somehow. Odd little moment summed up so much.
That same little shvester will be visiting soon. I better do my minimalist getting ready.
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