Agent 3Z: Let me say something about accessibility. →
I’ve been meaning to talk about this for a few days now. Accessibility.
I don’t know how much people know about it. I don’t know to what extent they actually care. What I know is that ever since I stopped walking I have seen and been caught in the most ridiculous situations…
Sparking creativity
My friend is in a situation where she can’t really “do creative stuff,” because she’s a new mommy and baby girl likes to grab anything in mommy’s hands from her.
My friend is very much into crafting and “interior design” (quotes because she’s really not into any of the technical, architectural things a serious ID program would expose you too). Since she has little time, and baby girl is always in her grill, I proposed she practice rearranging the baby room using the furnishings she already has. I encouraged her to experiment with all of the creative solutions for that space that she could possibly come up with, and then photograph them as a means to build a sort of portfolio (which, I generally think photographing your work tends to motivate you to push on and try new things).
I thought this was a pretty alright idea. Furniture isn’t really something baby girl can snatch away, and I don’t imagine her being all too interested beyond watching.
Anyone else have any sort of home-remedies for a girl in need of some creative expression, in this sort of situation?
No Church in the Wild
I’m reaching out hardcore to a friend in need right now
I hope she accepts.
I hope she isn’t offended.
In a way, I find this to be also somewhat therapeutic for me. Either it’s the simple pleasure I get from helping someone I care about, or it’s a constructive sort of distraction from my own problems that perks me up.
Also, dancing last night was a great success. I’m glad we went out. I feel now that I can focus my energies on artful things and exercise things and the “getting my ass in gear” I’ve been talking about. (or thinking about)
I’m drinking this right now, and it’s weird.
I went to Europe a few years ago, and they had a lot of beverages that I would compare this too. The packaging design is something I would even describe as European. It looks like a drink Karim Rashid would design, of whom I follow and have heard nothing of this Neuro drink noise.
It resembles a sex toy, and I can’t help but think naughty things when I look at it.
At first I was like “this is a weird taste.” Then after a few sips I was thinking, “does this taste ‘cool’ ?” I kind of like it. It’s not bad, in my opinion.
Suddenly my mind swarms with thoughts on packaging design and marketing and how dear mother of earth this is how it all starts.
My honest opinion, it’s a weird drink in a weird bottle, with nice colors on it. This is the only flavor I’ve had so far. It’s kind of like a sparkling lemonade. But try it yourself, and tell me if you don’t honestly “feel different” while drinking from the bottle.
I am going out tonight with a friend
- to club
- to party
- to dance
- to drink
- to laugh
- to smile
- to hopefully have a good enough time that I will wake up still feeling good because of it and I can stop this silly sulking
Genius. Ultimate genius.
I walk to my kitchen to get water and I see a small head with white hair under my kitchen window.
My neighbor child is sitting close to my car on a rock, whispering. Since this is the kid that seems to cast spells around the neighborhood I am a bit cautious when I go to see what is going on.
She is holding a small puppy in her arms. The poor dog’s ribs are visible. She tells me how she found it almost dead when it was very very small (“it almost fit in my two hands so small”) and every other day she would go to the place with food for the dog.
It followed her home yesterday, and her parents don’t want pets under any circumstance so she shooed the dog away but it came back.
She looked me straight in the eyes, with her white hair blowing all around her face, and said:
“I know you are a good person. Can it stay in your garden and we feed him? Look he is hungry and very thin. I came to you because I know you won’t let it die.”I asked her what his name was she said, no no. I can’t name him. If I name him it’s mine. I can give you suggestions if you want. Then you name him.
When I wanted to take a picture of her and the dog, she jumped up and said: NO. I don’t want any evidence…..
and off she went.
This kid is beyond special.
I just wanted to reblog this because it’s the only thing that’s made me smile today.
Passing it on.
I’m miserable. And this is my apology in advance for any future downer posts.
woe.
so far this week
- I had to buy two new tires, and get my alignment fixed
- cut my thumb open and had to pay for a doctor’s visit
- now I’m sick and hoping to god, the universe, and anything else that I won’t have to see the doc for this as well
- rent is due in a matter of days
- I’m not making enough money
fucking shit. I can’t even focus my energies on anything creative because I’m stressed out because of this shit and I have to think about money.
this is fucking bullshit.
this world is a messed up place.
losing your attention span
