Ways In Which I Am No Different From Any Other Gen-Y Individual That I Am Likely To Make Fun Of:
Freedom + Spontaneity!
Travel the World!
(I can do anything.)
David Foster Wallace
The Farmer’s Market
Whole grains, fermented foods like sauerkraut and kefir milk, kAle!1!!!!, artisan combinations of food/drinks/cocktails that no one ever thought of before!
I don’t really care about bacon or salted caramel chocolate things.)
Bread and Jam for Frances
Words by Russell Hoban, pictures by Lillian Hoban, 1964.
I have to agree! Though I do rather prefer marmalade.
George and Martha! All of them! That gold tooth! That 1970s color scheme!
Written and illustrated by James Marshall, 1974.
The more I devote time + energy to my creative side, the more the IDEAS COME FLOODING IN!
It’s a little overwhelming, to be honest.
I need to devise a way to organize them all, so I am not PARALYZED. And to think people write books about how to get creative. “Where do ideas come from?” I’ll tell you: NOWHERE.
It’s like walking around connected to an infinite number of trip wires. I can look at a thing* and it’ll trip a wire and boom I’ve got an idea.
*(a dog/dog owner, a piece of moldy bread on the sidewalk getting rained on, the bus driver’s facial hair)
Maybe these trip wires occur for a number of reasons. Myself, I notice all of the small details. I observe (read: I’m creepy,) I am up inside my head what probably amounts to most of the time (again…) I don’t talk a whole lot, I listen, I think. I’m also lazy and spend lots of time doing “NOTHING!” (in Malaysia it was staring at the ceiling fan in the heat of the afternoon that really fulfilled my nothingness quota.) I think doing nothing and getting to that state clears the way for ideas. But here I am sounding like I am giving advice!
To be frank, creativity is a weird thing and I don’t know where it comes from.
Maybe I need to dig deep inside of me and see if there’s even the slightest glint of someone with a Type A personality to ORGANIZE MY CREATIVITY. Sheesh, what a notion. I would have to dig so deep.
Harry the Dirty Dog
by Gene Zion and illustrated by Margaret B. Graham, 1956