why i don’t usually drink wine on weeknights
because i have things i should actually focus on. schoolwork. housework. work-work.
because i am more prone to post ridiculous things on my various social media profiles. (see example — oh, wait. this is an example.)
because i’ve had to re-type every sentence so far. fine motor skills, what???
why i like drinking wine on weeknights
it lessens the “work” in schoolwork/housework/work-work.
it makes my social media profiles look less like i forgot about them.
it’s delicious. wtf-ever, don’t judge me.
I wish all artists could be part-time artists. When your greatest passion becomes your main source of income, and it’s an unreliable one like art professions (let’s be honest, right?), creativity can become forced, and (real) creativity can get lost.
But I wish all professional-everything-elses could be part-time artists, too. When you get too wrapped up in one thing all the time, even if it’s what you love, small-picture perspective can become skewed, and big-picture perspective can get lost.
Now, this is not to say I think art is a silly profession. No, no, not at all! Do I believe artists should be paid well for their work? Absolutely, I do! Do I believe that people should take their work seriously? Absolutely, I do! But things are off-kilter in this fine, freedom-loving country of ours.
Full-time artists work overtime and burn out. And full-time non-artists look at “extra-curriculars” as inaccessible because of the demands of their day jobs… and burn out.
So what should we do? Stop demanding so much of ourselves, and remember we are humans. We have basic needs (food, water, shelter) and emotional needs (to create, to reflect, to express). Let’s not forget either.
THIS.
yep. need it. except i need it at work. and instead of facebook notifications interrupting me, it’s people. grr. people.
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I admit, what I was eating for lunch wasn’t exactly conventional. Curried oatmeal is basically just oats with curry powder and garam masala. It looks, smells and tastes vastly different from your typical maple-brown-sugar or apple-cinnamon types. But it’s delicious!
Anyway, when my co-workers asked and I told them what I was eating, they looked at me like I’d just descended from the Mother Ship. Welcome to my life, guys. Now you know how I feel when you chow down on the dead carcass of another life form… But I hide it better.
I worked all day on revising this concept. It was put in my charge to figure out the next evolution according to the client’s feedback. I edited and revised and tinkered. My eyeballs grew weary. My vocab grew tired. But I thought I had it!
And then I met with my creative partner… And he shot it to pieces.
I felt like I had failed at my job.
But it’s better now. It’s good to have a sounding board, especially one who’s honest and tells you what’s crap and then helps you fix it.
Woah. I just got a gift from a client as thanks for the revisions I did on their (initially really crappy) brochure. Huh. Cool.
Presenting ideas to the client today. Operation Pit Stains is a go.
The cute boy at work has his iTunes library available for sharing. Of course I’m going to look.
In short: Yikes. I mean, I know my music library has a bit of arguably mediocre music, and everybody’s music tastes differ. But I definitely winced a little when I saw these gems:
Alabama. ACDC. Blink 182. Bone Thugs ‘N’ Harmony. Brad Paisley.
And those are just the first 2 letters of the alphabet. Oh, dear.
…Oh, well.