Inspired by poettersbetters' article on prepping for DrupalCon, I thought I would share a few tips of my own. I used to plan conferences professionally and I've seen a lot. There are people who show up and drag their way through the day, perking up only for coffee and snacks.
Yesterday I worked out in my living room. That means I:
Something happened yesterday that hasn't happened in years.
I was improvising and I bent my knees deeply. Like a deep squat. Just once.
It didn't hurt. I didn't have to take a break. I just got out of it and kept dancing.
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In a city full of crazy, unusual and beautiful plants, I did not expect the jacaranda to steal my heart.
In fact, I never noticed a jacaranda until after we moved. Because, like a cherry tree, jacarandas are most spectacular in bloom. Suddenly I wanted to know: What are those amazing purple trees? and with so many things in LA, I learned their name from an television show.
They're originally from South America. They seem to get about 30-40 feet tall, and about 20 feet across.
Today's writing is still a little bumpy and raw, so I present instead some writing I did about David Bowie a few months ago. So weird in retrospect. I so clearly loved Bowie with my mind and my will, but I loved Prince with my heart.
I keep thinking about this article about collective grief.
I launched my new website today.
Getting this long-awaited activity has somehow unblocked a whole slew of things that I'd been stuck on. It was like a really sad dam of sticks and dead fish and stuff, but in my mind. I wrote about this somewhat on my business mailing list.
So. Solve me a riddle:
A long hair + queer/edgy + not too trendy + no maintenance + no styling kinda girl needs a hair cut. Also I sweat a ton and wear bike helmets on my way out on the weekends, so.
I realized I needed to take my own advice to prospective clients to solve this puzzle.
1) Find a place with the right vibe.
It is three minutes to two a.m. and I have had drinks this evening. I don't believe writing this will count among the list of Stupid Things I've Done While Drinking, but to say I go forward without apprehension is dishonest at best.
What am I thinking about at the end of this long day?
1) Advanced Civilization is the best board game, ever.
2) I have no idea what makes me like a video game, but perhaps there is an essay there.
3) Facebook is a very poor substitute for actually seeing someone, but a very good improvement over never seeing anyone.
Wake up at the same time every day.
Let the cat stand on you and purr.
Hit snooze only once.
Read your email and check Five Every Day.
Get out of bed 30 minutes after you wake up.
Feed the cat immediately, before he gives up on life altogether.
Make the bed.
Pee.
Weigh yourself and record the result in your weighted trend tracking software of choice.
Shower every other day.
Another busy day. I wrote this afternoon at some length about how frustrating it is to be a queer woman who wants to wear long hair, but I was boring even myself. SO. In lieu of that, here is something from my unpublished archives, tidied up a bit.
Let's talk about magical thinking.
I've started using "magical thinking" as short-hand for lazy thinking. I have been using the phrase to denote the times when my mind tricks me into glossing over details as "unimportant" or "obvious". The way I convince myself a certain result will happen from a given action, without investigating the connection between the action and the result. Thinking everything will be just fine if I don't attend to the details.
