Organize This word means so much to me in so many different ways. Organize, like planned, concerted effort toward a goal, like organizing a protest Organize, like clean your room, drawers, closets, kitchen, to prepare for needing things later Organize, like get your damn self in order I want to talk about that last one.… Continue reading Organize (Blueprint for Mastery)
Hello, Frameshifters. Our next #postaday is (was?) foggy. Day 3! Sadly, a day late ("Darn you, air travel!"), but here nonetheless. I started, once again, with a ten minute free write: *Waaaah*, ear drums reverberating, chest collapsing, eyes moist with lack of sight, blinded like a cold washcloth blanketing your face, droplets collecting on your… Continue reading Foggy (Why “vision”?)
Hi, all. Quick update to my PSA - Look a gift horse in the mouth post. The same person contacted me again without realizing it. I now feel comfortable posting the false identity of the person. I held off on posting this because the notion of doxxing someone is terribly problematic to me. I know… Continue reading PSA – Look a gift horse in the mouth [update!]
Hi, all (he shouts out to the interwebs, not sure who’s listening)! Long time no talk. Something a little bit different today… A public service announcement of sorts. ”Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” - Anonymous “If you are going to ride it somewhere, though… well, at least make sure it’s a horse.… Continue reading PSA – Look a gift horse in the mouth
When I was growing up, I was fairly soft spoken. OK, maybe that’s not accurate. I was shy. OK, well, maybe I was afraid to be my loud inner-self? None of this is quite right. Let’s start over. Won’t Someone Please Think of the Ants?! One sunny afternoon, in my backyard, around 5 years of… Continue reading Indelicate? Me?