Archive for January, 2009
Last weekend I had a few minutes to read through one of my mom’s new books:
The Artist’s Way at Work: Riding the Dragon
I took away two things from what I’ve read so far.
1. Write 3 pages about whatever you want as soon as you wake up every morning. These are called morning pages.
2. Name the 5 alter-egos that are within your persona and list the characteristics that you associate with them.
(For example some one might say one of the characters that make up my persona is Liza Simoli. She is the introverted computer geek who never wants to leave the house or take a shower.)
So I’ve been doing the morning pages everyday, and it’s going well. Until today when I thought I would use the time to name the 5 characters inside me. It was easy at first, but now I’m thinking there are more than 5…
is it possible that one of my alter ego’s has a severe case of dissociative identity disorder?
(formerly known as multiple personality disorder)
anyway, I’m still gonna try but I may have to allow for limitless characters.
This picture trips me out! Take a look at it:
After polishing-off the last two raspberry poptarts in my cupboard tonight I got to wondering how the endless battle of poptarts vs. toasters strudel has been developing..
Last I checked the commercials were still the same:
The poor deprived kid with the deadbeat mother was secretly getting magnificent, delicious toaster strudels from another kid at school who had a really hip, awesome mom.
But it’s been a few years..
So after some extensive reseach
(2 google searches and 5 minutes of reading)
My professional opinion of the general public is this:
People like poptarts. But once they go strudel, there’s no turnin back.
I agree that toasters strudels are better than poptarts, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still enjoy a sweet, simple poptart
Don’t think of it as lame..
you should instead think of it as …humble?
p.s. you are supposed to butter the unfrosted side of poptarts, just like toast – it makes a world of difference!
What would happen if a poptart and a toaster strudel had a baby together??
I fucking hate the mall.
and small talk.
#1. Figure out why people feel the need to fill silence with small talk.
#2. Figure out how to make them stop.
#3.Figure out the difference between Minnesota nice and Southern hospitality.
(Just because I’m still confused about that as well…)
Remember Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom??
My sister (April) and I have been doing a similar thing. Spending Sunday afternoon with our Grandma Ada, doing our best to chronicle the many amazing stories that have unfolded through-out her 80 years.
My favorite story so far comes from her childhood, during the depression. Her mother (Viva) was real shy, but she had to go down to the social services building to interview, and apply for assistance.
Viva said to the social worker:
“I don’t have enough money to make baking soda biscuits to feed my babies.”
The social worker was so moved that she told Viva “I’m supposed to go out to your house now, and evaluate how much you really do need these services. But I can tell that you are being honest, and I’m going to just go ahead and trust you with a food order.”
Viva was given a food order which allowed her to go to the grocery shop and get food without cash.
When Viva got home, she had purchased a brick of cheese, and my grandma Ada (very young at the time) felt so over-joyed at the sight of the cheese.
It’s these simple things we take so very much for granted.