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Screening

I was almost feeling inspired enough today to write a blog post.

I woke up this morning almost feeling like I had the energy. Like I had enough mental capital to devote to metacognition… Like I had the ability to just think, and not work. 

But then, I worked a 15-hour day, and…

Nope.

Mental capital all spent.

There’s nothing meaningful to say after all.

Nothing that justifies more screen time. 

There was a high point to my day, though; it happened on a different type of screen.

I’ve been running a screenprinting workshop at the artist studio I manage at my job (yes, I manage a reverse residency for my company’s employees in a working artists’ community in San Francisco, in an effort to underwrite the other artists’ abilities to lease their spaces below market rate; it’s just one of my little “side projects”). Today was our second group screenprinting day at the studio. And for the few hours I was off that kind of screen and onto the other kind…

I felt no stress.

The fact that I’m taking the time to express that here is in no way a point for blogging. It’s just a realization I had today:

Maybe I need to start screenprinting my thoughts, instead of typing them?

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More Floating

So, this is not a blog post, because I still don’t know what I’m doing here. Yet.

I’m still thinking about the idea of “blogging” and if I want to keep doing it… I just don’t know. I need to think more and, frankly, I haven’t had a lot of time to think lately. Herein lies my problem.

What time I have had, I’ve spent floating. So…

There you go. I really like this picture of my life…

(I even took my coworker from Montreal along this time; he needed less gravity in his life, too…)

Working on the thinking and the ideas for what comes next still; just, in the meantime…

Floating.

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Floating

This weekend, Marlene and I nicknamed our new favorite swimming hole in the Sierra Nevada the “Zen Garden”.

It really is a glassy, zen paradise; float on it for a few moments, and you can’t help but transcend into a type of nirvana. It’s been positively therapeutic for me, surfing its smooth surface these last few trips to the mountains.

The more time I spend in nature (and I spend a lot these days), the more I crave: the harder it is for me to adjust to not being in nature. The more my eyes are open when I return to the city: the more clarity I experience.  Continue reading

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