Time becomes the most important thing. There can be so little of it, just like that, all of a sudden. I find myself so busy at work. Even doing something like coming back home and watching a movie is too much. Last night by 8 o’clock I was out cold. I woke up around 2 AM and stayed up from there on out.
It’s a strange thing, we’ve come to realize that our baby kitten, Kala, is a girl – not a boy. We have a debate going whether or not we should rename her Kali. For six months I’ve been calling the little bastard Kala, and I’m just not used to it.
Notes. Paragraphicide. Parajuice. Don’t dehydrate. Type out the parachutes. The back becomes loose. What’s next? Perhaps a PDF magazine, if I can find the time. Drink Water Instead, The PDF. Drift wood floats downstream through these parts, melted snow, hacksawed business logos.
Design, young man. Advice to you is design like Buddha. Don’t be attached to the creations. If you design something you really like, be prepared to throw it in the trash (or portfolio). The client may very well pick the ugliest and go with that. Don’t let pride get in the way. There is satisfaction in the work, but don’t go slowly or you’ll start to feel the pressure build up on you.
Note taking. I like this in meetings because it exercises the writing hand. The production manager is long winded, masterful. We group around the table and I watch them with their coffees and observe the forced jokes, and try to lighten up a bit myself, but won’t laugh at just anything. Not everything is funny, not everything is a joke. Of course, if I want, I can pull a joke out of thin air at will, but don’t always choose to.
Winter is bad. This war stuff, bad. It’s a rough world out there and in here, this inner-space just as cold as outer-space. Bring an iron for your troubles. Iron that shit out. I’ve attended the workshops and bashed my thumb apart with the following hammer. I’ve proceeded to bash my heart like an ice block and have learned ugly truths that only come from such laborious bashing. We hardly get along. Such terrible social skills in the world. That’s just what reality TV is all about – we tune in because we want to see the conflict, so we can observe, so we can be entertained. Mental fingerpointing. This age is: group 5-6 people together, they’ll have each other by the throat within a week or two. This of course is politics on a wider scale. But back to small scale – this is true for so many marriages, the constant fighting. The smallest scale is the individual battle, the phobias, obsessions, addictions, insecurities. Not all things to sit around and laugh at or worse, ignore. How much is left of your face under that mask?