Saturday, March 13, 2004

Do what makes you happy next.

Pamper yourself with luxury -- and the art will follow. Procrastination is largely a result of feeling starved for fun.

Creative for what? To what end? ... Joy. Be a maker of joy in the world. That is what you are supposed to make with creativity.

Let this be the first step in a great migration toward joy. For yourself, for the world as a whole.

Thursday, March 11, 2004

Beautiful day. A little bright for my tastes, and cooling down now -- but beautiful. Tigger, my potted lamb's ear on the back porch, is looking lovely.

Happy day-after birthday to J, just turned 31. Spent, in essence, the whole day out with her. Took her to services at Havurrah, went hot tubbing, had Japanese for lunch, dropped her off at Aaron's, picked her up again to go to dinner. Ritually read "On The Day You Were Born" before going into the restaurant.

Dinner was at Navarre, which is nestled near to Wild Oats on Burnside. Interesting small plates to choose from... Unfortunately for me, high on oil and salt -- leaving me feeling really ill for the rest of the evening, and still when I woke.

G has worked miracles: Confessor is talking wirelessly with the airport now. Dude!!

Change of plans. I'm backburnering YL writing for a while, to focus on getting the house back in order. I've got areas of mess that have been hanging around since xmas. Bah. ...I've done this before in previous years -- taken a full month to get cleaning in order. Hopefully it won't end up actually taking that long. Yet, it's really time to establish a foundation'o'clean. We're past the point of basic maintenance.

Read through an interesting pdf on project management (via m. burton). This quote caught my fancy: "The options approach considers the way flexibility is created and destroyed through time. Optimal project planning therefore maximises the total value of costs, income and flexibility."

...Yeah. Just in terms of time-management, scheduling life, I think I've probably never valued flexibility as much as it deserves. The more detailed a plan, the better, right? Well...

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

Today I said "screw it" to the morning pages. Much as I love 'em, occasionally there needs to be a break -- at least to move to a different modality. Wrote for an hour and a half in my type-written journal, Mindwalk, instead.

...It was really lovely actually. Sat out on the back porch with Tigger, thwacking away at Confessor [the laptop]. I love an overcast day. Diffused light, moisture in the air. It reminds me of how glad I am every time I walk off the plane after returning from Tucson, just to feel the air in my lungs.

Speaking of planes, picked up our geeky animator boy from the airport last night. [Well, G actually picked him up. I was allowed to tag along, cuz I wanted to hear stories ASAP.] He's still up in the air about which way he'll lean, re the big decision.

Our boy made an interesting comment: "I'm not very good at introspection. Wish I knew how to meditate." Huh. Put that way, I realize that introspection is ridiculously important to me, personally. I find myself wondering if "introspective" would be a better variable on the Meyers-Briggs personality test (blech!) than introvert/extrovert. ...I wonder what it would be like if "extrospection" were added to our society's linguistic matrix?

I'm in a quiet mood this morning. Woke up alone, house completely still. Ahhh... I forget how lovely that sensation can be sometimes. ...It leads me to wonder about what it is that I value about being alone. I mean, obviously everyone needs to have some alone time -- what is the essential nutrient that it contains?

I think stillness is one aspect that I like about it (a separate thing from quietness). Even if I'm having "anti-social social time" with someone, there's always that subtle sense of presence, of motion somewhere in the house. There's also a sense of freedom -- that you're responsible to no one, that you don't have to heed an agenda, that anything's possible.

There's a question chewing up a lot of my consciousness recently: how much alone time do I actually want / need?

Separation of lives has been extremely important to me for quite a few years now. I've wanted to have close and strong bonds with the people that I love, but then to always have my own space that I can escape to if necessary. Does Sven "fear commitment"? --Balderdash! I have an eight-year-long relationship to counter that misbeggoten notion. My sense has been that to avoid becoming numb to the person you love, you need to be able to go home and take care of yourself from time to time. Come back refreshed. Otherwise, it's easy to start depicting the other person as the solution to all your problems -- and the irritant at the root of all failures.

However, in a question of balance rather than either / or, I've begun noticing the ways in which having a partner / lover involved in the most mundane aspects of daily existence is also rewarding. Kind of like having a second brain... [Pardon the metaphor!] They can catch what you miss, help you get back up after a crash, and generally enrich life in a hundred ways you'd never have guessed at before they happened.

So, a balancing act.

But I hate it when people just leave a question at that: "oh, you have to balance things." Bah! Give me something useful to help me navigate, some kind of tool!

Well, here's an idea that occured to me this morning. Let's call it the "two-thirds rule":

  • Give your partners & lovers 1/3 of your money; keep 2/3 for yourself.
  • Give your partners & lovers 2/3 of your time; keep 1/3 for yourself.


...I'm not married to this idea, of course. But I like having a concrete proposal to consider. I like the idea that because partners are insanely important to me, I should value them as such, electing to support them with up to 1/3 of my budget. And I think there's something to the idea of taking 1/3 of your time to be by yourself -- call that two days out of the week. Poly folk who I've heard speak often emphasize that you need to "take time for yourself". One day a week entirely alone seems like the kind of way that you might ritualize the idea -- sort of like a Jewish Shabbat. (Is a second day -- or night -- alone really necessary, too, though?)

...There's another function of being alone to mention: composure. As much as I'm a social being (albeit an introspective one :D), I think I find myself becoming disconcerted over time by interacting with other human beings. When I get a chance to be by myself for a while, it lets my insides settle down. I feel like I reclaim composure, so that when I meet these space aliens again, I'm the self that I want to be. Sometimes reclaiming composure takes the form of cleaning house, or writing in one of my journals, or going out for a walk, or even watching TV. ...It's the function here that's important.

I want to joke that when I'm around people, I slowly start decomposing... Actually, though, let me put a positive spin on this. I'm a person who likes to be as articulate as possible [it's a different thing from "well-educated", mind you.] I carry myself like one of my essays -- and when I interact with other people, they edit me. Poetically, I get all marked up with red ink and arrows suggesting that I move paragraphs around. Thing is, I don't think of myself as a "perfect, authentic self", being cruelly quashed. I get better with reader input.

[Just to fudge with an indulgent metaphor a little more: I do some of my best composing verbally. The process of self-creation, on balance, is more in the dialogue than the alone time. I go home to go over readers' notes and make corrections, not so much to create "pearls for swine".]

Hm. Reconsidering the "1/3 of your time alone" notion again. Might be high. I notice that I always tend to feel better (read "more in control") when I have a longer-range picture in front of me. Time utterly alone might be necessary two or three times a month, rather than each and every week. Harumph. So hard to guess at these things.

In the "big picture" scheme of things, I need to start developing a work plan, if I'm going to make a submission to the H.P. Lovecraft filmfest this year. Last year I set aside 2nd quarter to work on a film project. So, that's the potential plan that immediately suggests itself this time around. ...But I don't want to neglect YL to that degree, if possible.

Hey, a YL news item: California is considering lowering the voting age! What I've seen so far makes me feel skeptical about how the proposal has been crafted -- but it's good news nonetheless. I'll try to get around to posting a link later.

Monday, March 08, 2004

Yesterday was G's & my 7 month anniversary. She got us lemon pound cake from Hannah Bea's (3969 NE MLK). It was yummy... All the more so because of the intense little flyer that came with it: "With every bite, please, savor and enjoy this cake. It's main ingredient is love, and its flavor will stay with you long after its gone." ...Whoa.

We went for a freakin' gorgeous night stroll on the Springwater Corridor Trail, accessable a few blocks south of here. The moon was full, low to the horizon, glowing through the evening vapors. It was delicious; a Halloween moon misplaced into March.

We had to stop as we passed some marshy bits -- the frogs were deafening. We stood a long while, surrounded by sound, playing with half covering our ears, shaping the waves in the air, making audio ecclipses. [And when we spun, swing dancing to that music, the day-bright moonlight made our faces wax and wane with shadow.]

On the way back, we stopped at the little community area behind the neighborhood houses, which we only just discovered a month ago. A black cat with white breast and paws ("Luna" for lack of a collar) came and hung out with us a while.

Oh, beautiful.

So, I didn't go for the walk on Powell Butte that I had planned. But I got something far better.

This morning's most interesting thought while journaling: I'm prone to create routines -- and then get stuck in them. I like everything that I've planned for myself, but I haven't made room for wishing / imagining, or for experimenting. [Nor for reading, for that matter.] Glad to identify these things -- once I have them on my mind, it's not so difficult to bring them back into the picture.

Sunday, March 07, 2004

Thanx to G, who picked up an ethernet cable and iLife '04 for me at the Mac Store yesterday. Strong possiblity, I'll have a working airport by tonight, and ability to go DSL from Confessor.

G is attending a series of workshops on art therapy this week, as part of a conference on the subject. I'll be interested in hearing about how those go...

I slept in this morning: 2am to 12:30 = ten and a half hours. Oy! I always forget just how good it feels to be in a well slept body & psyche. ...Not big on starting the day in the afternoon, though. By the time morning pages are done, here I am at 4pm. Blech.

Beautiful day today. Sat out on the back porch for breakfast, lovely warm air. Have I mentioned that G got me lamb's ear? It's like my favorite plant. She heard on freecycle that folks at the Tigard house were digging up the landscaping, and were giving some away. So, she bought a planter, and brought me one of these thangs... I'm alternately calling it "Tigard" and "Tigger". It lives out on the back porch, and is lovely to touch in the morning.

I'm thinking that I want to take a walk on the butte this afternoon. It's been forever! Maybe even seven months. ...I love all the writing that I'm doing -- but I'm beginning to feel it in my body. Exercise would do me good.

I'm only mildly weight conscious (imho). For me, the main point of exercise is just to get the blood moving. If your cardio-vascular system is pumping well, I figure everything else will pretty much take care of itself. Being crouched over a journal also crushes the lungs -- it'd be nice to get breathing healthily again, too.

Nothing really big on the calendar this month -- except for J's birthday, next Wednesday. She had plans to leave town, visit her family for all of March. Plans changed. I'm very pleased, that at our last "chatty chair" date we brainstormed a new plan for her birthday. Group dinner out -- then bowling for a select few. The bowling trip will be my gift to her. Doesn't look like I'll be in that subgroup, though. Hey, happy 31 in advance!