Hopes and Fears and Pizza

The exercise was simple – take a few minutes to write down hopes and fears on post-it notes, one per post-it.

At the end of it, I had written on six post-its.  And only one was a hope.  Looks like the “fear encrusted neurons” are still at it.

Speaking of writing things down, maybe this is one of the reasons writing down things you’re grateful for is supposed to be a good exercise. Maybe it is supposed to help orient your mind toward hopeful things and away from ruminating on the dark.

Maybe if I do more of that, it will make it easier to say “Fuck it. Eat Pizza.”



Those who are hungry, angry, talented and have something to say are too often sidelined by record companies, magazines, publishers….In our current risk-averse culture, convention-breaking or non-conformism is thin on the ground….
And so now: there has never been a better time to fight for what you believe in and produce art, express yourself and believe in your own relevance and credibility –as opposed to simply being an obedient and passive consumer. Look back at the independent heroes of the past, and be inspired.

From http://www.qthemusic.com/9247/guest-column-diy-graham-bendel/

Props Lois

Panda Hats

Ever hear a designer scream about a client giving them the wrong type of feedback? I have. At which point I ask them if they told the client what kind of feedback they were looking for and they just pull the panda hat over their head to hide their anger. — Mike Monteiro, “13 Ways Designers Screw Up Client Presentations

He said this, twice, during An Event Apart Seattle on Monday.  He was a great presenter, keeping us all very engaged, but even more so because he said the magic word: “panda.”

And the other magic word, “anger.”

And he painted a picture of a frustrated, unassertive person hiding beneath a panda hat.


But It Won’t Own You

From an article in today’s Seattle Times:

If you fear uncertainty, and give yourself over to the dread of the many possible negative outcomes, then you’ll be as stuck in them as surely as if they had occurred. Take the person whose greatest fear is that a mate is cheating. That whole relationship becomes about infidelity — watching for it, imposing restrictions to pre-empt it, interrogating and snooping to discover it — whether the mate is straying or not.

If instead you accept that you’re just as subject to surprises as anyone, and that your only recourse is to choose people well, love them fully and trust yourself to handle it if things don’t turn out as you’d hoped, then the possibility of cheating — or illness or job loss or whatever else can befall a family — may scare you when it crosses your mind, but it won’t own you.

I Gave Up My Handgun Today

I did it.  I put my handgun up for consignment and it will never be in the house again.  Lots of things led to a the decision.  Virginia Tech, SPU, Marysville, Newtown.  Statistics and probability.  Fear fatigue.  Worry about shooting at an unlikely home invader, missing, and it travelling through thin sheetrock walls and hitting someone unintended.  Concealed carry didn’t help me feel any braver, just made me worried about someone getting it away from me.  I did enjoy shooting at the range.  That I will miss.  I’m “downsizing” to pepper spray and a baseball bat.