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Jun. 23rd, 2008 07:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitewithfishAs it's finals, I've gone into my own full blown procrastination mode. I am going to now randomly spew forth into the universe things that I have thought of in the last few days, and see how they appear on the page.
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blackwell posted a little while back about how her "365 Day Challenge", in which she would take and post a picture every day for a year. She came up with something that rather struck me at the time: "A 365Days project, any daily project really, seems to be about training your mind and body to work when you want it to work. It seems to be about training yourself to be inspired, to create when you are tired and hungry, when you are distracted, when you are sad, when you are stressed. At first, the work you do when your stressed and upset and uninspired isn't very good. Then, over time, you learn to work when you are sick. You train yourself to do good things even when you don't feel like it, even when you'd rather be in bed. You train yourself to be quicker. You learn how to do a decent job in a dash. You learn tricks and techniques and then you are in the drivers seat. You can bring inspiration on command. You can deal with setbacks and pitfalls. You start to see compositions, or possible compositions, wherever you go. You start to see possibilities."
This makes me think about my writing. I blog every day, but I do not write beyond that most days. I don't like that. I invest a great deal of pride (far too much, really) in how well I use words, but I am not structured about it and I am not really getting on with it. It makes me feel stupid not to be doing what I want to be doing, and what I love doing. So, I'm just going to shut the fuck up about it and do it. I'm going to write something everyday for the next year. I just need to get it done if I want to be who I want to be, so it's going to happen. I do not pick genre, theme, or quality. 500 words per day at least.
2) Austrians cannot touch type. I have not seen anyone here yet, aside from those employed as secretaries, who can touch type, or even really use all their fingers while typing. It is honestly shocking to me: I'm in a university setting, for the love of God! These people have to write huge ass papers in a variety of languages, and they are adding hours upon hours to their total time burden by the inability to type. Doctoral candidates and undergrad students alike are incapable of doing what they need to get done because of this.
3) Plastic surgery among the stars scares the hell out of me. Given that, as an actor, one's face is an invaluable commodity for one's work, what sense does it make to risk it all to go under the knife to correct minor natural flaws? Don't the risks outweigh the possible gains? Even if the surgery is perfectly successful, there are still the possible problems of having a face that is just slightly off for the rest of your life. Disturbing, disgusting and degrading. I cannot find a better way to put it.
(brief pause while the author fishes out a coffee mug, fills it with java, and returns to her whining)
The author has lost her momentum.
I'll get back to you more about this tomorrow.
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blackwell posted a little while back about how her "365 Day Challenge", in which she would take and post a picture every day for a year. She came up with something that rather struck me at the time: "A 365Days project, any daily project really, seems to be about training your mind and body to work when you want it to work. It seems to be about training yourself to be inspired, to create when you are tired and hungry, when you are distracted, when you are sad, when you are stressed. At first, the work you do when your stressed and upset and uninspired isn't very good. Then, over time, you learn to work when you are sick. You train yourself to do good things even when you don't feel like it, even when you'd rather be in bed. You train yourself to be quicker. You learn how to do a decent job in a dash. You learn tricks and techniques and then you are in the drivers seat. You can bring inspiration on command. You can deal with setbacks and pitfalls. You start to see compositions, or possible compositions, wherever you go. You start to see possibilities."This makes me think about my writing. I blog every day, but I do not write beyond that most days. I don't like that. I invest a great deal of pride (far too much, really) in how well I use words, but I am not structured about it and I am not really getting on with it. It makes me feel stupid not to be doing what I want to be doing, and what I love doing. So, I'm just going to shut the fuck up about it and do it. I'm going to write something everyday for the next year. I just need to get it done if I want to be who I want to be, so it's going to happen. I do not pick genre, theme, or quality. 500 words per day at least.
2) Austrians cannot touch type. I have not seen anyone here yet, aside from those employed as secretaries, who can touch type, or even really use all their fingers while typing. It is honestly shocking to me: I'm in a university setting, for the love of God! These people have to write huge ass papers in a variety of languages, and they are adding hours upon hours to their total time burden by the inability to type. Doctoral candidates and undergrad students alike are incapable of doing what they need to get done because of this.
3) Plastic surgery among the stars scares the hell out of me. Given that, as an actor, one's face is an invaluable commodity for one's work, what sense does it make to risk it all to go under the knife to correct minor natural flaws? Don't the risks outweigh the possible gains? Even if the surgery is perfectly successful, there are still the possible problems of having a face that is just slightly off for the rest of your life. Disturbing, disgusting and degrading. I cannot find a better way to put it.
(brief pause while the author fishes out a coffee mug, fills it with java, and returns to her whining)
The author has lost her momentum.
I'll get back to you more about this tomorrow.
