I went to bed at 1030pm or so, and I woke up at about 1230 am, presumably because I needed to pee. (It wasn’t a strong urge, though. I felt vaguely awake, but I could have easily gone back to bed.) Still, I thought a little consciousness shouldn’t be wasted, and decided to drop by quickly to churn out a blog post. (It is now 1:24am. I have been idle on the internet for almost an hour. It is staggering how easy it is to just lose yourself in the ocean of data.)
Stay off social media for a month or so and you realise how little of it matters. It’s like hoarding your possessions, then travelling for an extended period of time with next to nothing- and realizing that you never really needed any of them very much. It’s sobering. I think we should all occasionally (on schedule!) take a break from each and every thing in our life that we think is important to us. We all need some alone time, whether from work, or from friends, or from loved ones.
I’m a big fan of Jason Silva’s work. I like what he’s doing. I’m not sure what else I should say on top of that, apart from a fact that I think he’s stumbled upon a great format.
I’ve been feeling the need to create art, lately. I have a couple of ideas. The thing is, these ideas are somewhat isolated. I have an idea for a fucking sculpture, of all things. I can’t sculpt. Does anybody know how I can commission a sculpture, and then subsequently sell it as art? I don’t need it to be sculpted by a human being- as in, the value is in the juxtaposition of the idea. It could be machine produced. I don’t know how these things work.
What else should I talk about? I have a lot of work to do, but that’s always such a cop out. What I need to do most of all is to make time for the baby steps, to lay the individual bricks that make up the massive walls. I’ve gotten to a stage where I am pretty clear about the direction in which my contribution lies- what I want to do, what I want to accomplish, how I want to contribute. What matters now is that every day I take that step. I think I’m reaching the end of my sweet-spot returns tonight, and should get back to bed. Will wake up early tomorrow to study.
Oh yeah, I’m planning to do one full paper a day, starting tomorrow. We’ll see how that works out.
I’ve come to the conclusion that conversations are all that matter, when it comes to social media. Delete anybody you can’t have a conversation with. If you feel bad, focus this attention on the people that you can have conversations with.
I wonder how this principle works with everything else.
Lately I’ve been made acutely aware of my awkwardness when confronted with my ideals- and I end up watering them down so that nobody looks at me weirdly. But you know what, fuck it. I am who I am. I want to be a writer, a blogger, an entrepreneur, a life coach, a tutor. It matters to some people. You might think it’s a stupid idea. I’m sorry that you do. Airplanes were stupid ideas once.
I’m tired of apologizing for thinking big, and for thinking unrealistic. Yes, I am unrealistic. Again, airplanes were once unrealistic. Somebody has to be the unrealistic one around here. I think my next blog post will be “Coming Out Of The Closet: I’m Unrealistic.”
Get off social media for a month and you realize how little it matters.
I went to bed at 1030pm or so, and I woke up at about 1230 am, presumably because I needed to pee. (It wasn’t a strong urge, though. I felt vaguely awake, but I could have easily gone back to bed.) Still, I thought a little consciousness shouldn’t be wasted, and decided to drop by quickly to churn out a blog post. (It is now 1:24am. I have been idle on the internet for almost an hour. It is staggering how easy it is to just lose yourself in the ocean of data.)
Stay off social media for a month or so and you realise how little of it matters. It’s like hoarding your possessions, then travelling for an extended period of time with next to nothing- and realizing that you never really needed any of them very much. It’s sobering. I think we should all occasionally (on schedule!) take a break from each and every thing in our life that we think is important to us. We all need some alone time, whether from work, or from friends, or from loved ones.
I’m a big fan of Jason Silva’s work. I like what he’s doing. I’m not sure what else I should say on top of that, apart from a fact that I think he’s stumbled upon a great format.
I’ve been feeling the need to create art, lately. I have a couple of ideas. The thing is, these ideas are somewhat isolated. I have an idea for a fucking sculpture, of all things. I can’t sculpt. Does anybody know how I can commission a sculpture, and then subsequently sell it as art? I don’t need it to be sculpted by a human being- as in, the value is in the juxtaposition of the idea. It could be machine produced. I don’t know how these things work.
What else should I talk about? I have a lot of work to do, but that’s always such a cop out. What I need to do most of all is to make time for the baby steps, to lay the individual bricks that make up the massive walls. I’ve gotten to a stage where I am pretty clear about the direction in which my contribution lies- what I want to do, what I want to accomplish, how I want to contribute. What matters now is that every day I take that step. I think I’m reaching the end of my sweet-spot returns tonight, and should get back to bed. Will wake up early tomorrow to study.
Oh yeah, I’m planning to do one full paper a day, starting tomorrow. We’ll see how that works out.
I’ve come to the conclusion that conversations are all that matter, when it comes to social media. Delete anybody you can’t have a conversation with. If you feel bad, focus this attention on the people that you can have conversations with.
I wonder how this principle works with everything else.
Lately I’ve been made acutely aware of my awkwardness when confronted with my ideals- and I end up watering them down so that nobody looks at me weirdly. But you know what, fuck it. I am who I am. I want to be a writer, a blogger, an entrepreneur, a life coach, a tutor. It matters to some people. You might think it’s a stupid idea. I’m sorry that you do. Airplanes were stupid ideas once.
I’m tired of apologizing for thinking big, and for thinking unrealistic. Yes, I am unrealistic. Again, airplanes were once unrealistic. Somebody has to be the unrealistic one around here. I think my next blog post will be “Coming Out Of The Closet: I’m Unrealistic.”