Last night, I had my first real music lesson. I have taken a couple bass guitar lessons before, and I knew the very basics. What the name of each string on my bass guitar is named. That’s about it. E, A, D, and G. I’ve taken just a handful of lessons before, I never stuck with them. I’ve been thinking of taking them again, as one of my themes I’m working towards and with is Performance.
A lifetime ago, when I was an animator and studying Chuck Jones, I found this quote from him. The rules are simple. Take your work, but never yourself, seriously. Pour in the love and whatever skill you have, and it will come out. It’s simple, but maybe not easy. How do you dig deep to create quality work, and also be lighthearted. To be great at what you do, but open to the fact that you are just a person.
The Lizard Brain is the part of your brain responsible for handling threats. It determines if you should chose fight or flight when presented with danger. The Lizard Brain can’t tell the difference between the actual tigers in the bushes and the perceived ones. When our higher brain gives control to the lizard brain, there isn’t processing, context, and nuance. It just takes input (threat!) and makes a decision (fight or flight).
I recently put together a digital garden. It’s not a blog, but more of an interconnected set of ideas, some of which roll up to themes. Take a look at Where Light Gathers and check out the graph on the bottom of any entry. These kinds of tools and graphical representations really lay out the landscape of the things one thinks about, and how they think about them. Anyone else out there a digital gardener?
My wife and I watched the first two episodes of Lost with our teenage kids last night. I forgot just how good that show was, when it was good. I urged my kids not to read spoilers because that show has some of the greatest “WTF is happening!” and “WTF’s going to happen next!??!” moments. I dont think we’ll get through the entire series of six long seasons. But I’m thinking we can get through the first season, together, slowly.
I participated in an interesting conversation on micro.blog, which made me think of this post. These are my further thoughts on a different kind of clubhouse. I have two mental models that I’m thinking of in regards to a different kind of clubhouse. One is the brewpub. We have a lot of great ones where I live. Craft beer, and eclectic menus. The seating arrangements are typical resturaunt style, but also some more comfortable situations too.
This is a post about my thoughts on Sketchnotes, and an example of how I made this one today. I learned a lot about Sketchnoting from Chris Wilson and Mike Rhode’s books. As well as many other people and places online. I am a beginning Sketchnoter so I’d like to keep practicing to get better with layout and typography in particular. My hope is that with practice my analog versions are better in those respects so I don’t have to rely as much on the digital tools, in time.
I found an old iPhone and I wiped it. I joined it to my guest wifi network. I logged into the App Store and downloaded Tiktok, Instagram, and Facebook. I then logged out of App Store. No iCloud No notifications No other apps that I typically use I logged into Instagram I can airdrop to the Faraday phone for when I want to post an image to Instagram Is this as isolated as can be?
I’ve been using yearly themes for the last three years. In place of a resolution(s), these seem to allow flexibility to explore, fail and learn. A resolution is binary, do or do not, and seems to set one up for failure. At least in my experience. 2021 - The year of Forming Here’s some definitions of Form/Forming and some thoughts I have on the theme. to take on a definite form
Standing on the stage, with the house lights up we can see what might be. The number of people who might attend, for example. The possible futures. When the single hot spotlight is upon us on that same stage, in that same theatre, we can’t see anything beyond the spotlight. We must be in the moment, playing our role. Interacting with others in the now. There’s no past or future. Just the immediate now.