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Lucky #2: Back To School

In Uncategorized on August 22, 2011 at 10:31 pm

School has begun.  I’m reading books, going to classes, and integrating myself back into this lovely, difficult system.

I know where my intentions are.  Being better than last year is important.  Slacking can’t be as much of a priority.  Maybe I’m not so sure as to how to deal with the problems, but I know that they’re here with me.  I can manage them.  I can work with them.  I can discover them.

In a sense, I can edit them to be whatever I want them to be.  I can edit anything I interact with in my world.  Anything at all.

I can I can I can.  That’s what I need to hear.  That’s what I’m going to be telling myself, repeating to myself.  I can change I can change I can change.

Build This Up

In Uncategorized on August 22, 2011 at 1:40 am

Build up this blog with words and with feelings and emotions in contact with deep reason.

Fill it up with worthwhile rants and dead ideas.  The people will see.  Then they’ll know who I really am.  Trust me, they’ll know, and I’m not sad that they will.

A terribly built building can be worse than no building at all, so I hope.  I build in my spare time and never really see what I’m building on.

Lucky #1: Education and Death.

In Uncategorized on August 10, 2011 at 6:24 am

“Learn all of the knowledge and know how to use the skills.  Then you can create art.”

That statement feels wrong.  We can hear the echoes of falsity ring behind it.

Can education itself be the art?  It can.  A focus on the fostering of skills and knowledge will unstop the creative flow when it’s oh so backed up inside.

I have art in my life.  Artists have given me the gifts of their skills.  They create and give every day, and their creations stick around.  The powerful ones even more so.  And sometimes this art feels perfect for me.  Somedays the art you come across will feel perfect for you too.

I never practice for fear that my creations will be mediocre.  When my practice and education is the creation, different things happen inside.  The acts will be recognized differently.

Different is very good.  Different means change.  Change is death.  Death blooms.