occasionally I get the urge to write, and in those cases I think it's my job to listen.
tonight is one of those times, when my body is clearly exhausted, but my mind is generating lots of words, and I'm thinking about a big project I've been looking forward to doing at the end of this year, but now the end of this year is upon me, and i've completely neglected this space to write, and I'm at risk of putting off this big project.
speaking of projects: projects are the unit I use to construct life in my imagination. I've learned that I understand everything best as a project to craft a clever, story-driven solution to a problem. there's a big flaw with this model, though, which is that al of life is unfortunately not made up of solvable problems, especially not love.
last month, my dad and I were sharing a hotel in downtown san francisco, and I was telling him about a boy. this is when the project thing came up: he told me this boy had problems, but that it was my job to explicitly avoid letting any of these problems (or the boy himself) to become a project in my mind, because this is simply how I approach most of my life. I was stunned; he was right.
let's see, let's see
other things on my mind recently
- scott mccloud and the wonderful resource on sequencing and pacing and visualizing and symbolism that is understanding comics
- image and symbol, and whether the eucharist is literally Christ's body or just symbolic of it (I'm partial to the latter)
- pho
- the width of a good print column
- the mystery of the midwest
- the 1970s in general
- policy and how strange a thing it is