Monday, December 26, 2011

Soundtrack of the day

Little cravings of sound in my head

 

♫ all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ♫

fff



♫  I've got a sickness, it feels like love
It's not contagious, take off the gloves
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
I'll form the sentences you try to interpret♫

 

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Soundtrack of the day . . .(after 'riding my first rodeo')

♫ I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands
she was forty three years old and as far as I know
had never yet been with a man
its not that she wasn't attractive she was beautiful
but its the way that she interacted
she was aggressively passive to the point where she
would of intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch her ♫
 
 

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Current Soundtrack in my mind

Cher Horowitz:
"So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so."



and

Sean Bateman: Lauren I want to know you
Lauren: What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.


and these:

"Happiness lies in your own hand It took me much too long to understand How it could be Until you shared your secret with me . . . . Until I learned to love myself I was never ever lovin' anybody else"



Got a soundtrack in my mind,
All the time. Kids-
Screamin' from too much beat up
And they don't even rhyme,
They just stand there, on a street corner,
Skin tucked in
And meat side out and shot,
And I'd like to turn them down
But there ain't no knob.

YOGA BLURB.

Walking around the streets of New York City, one gets the sense that there is a new fashion item in style, the yoga mat has become the “new black.” Many people walk around with their yoga mats around their shoulders like it is a fashion statement. I would always look at those people with complete cynicism and skepticism. That was until I went to my first yoga class in NYC. I emerged from the class transformed and had clarity to understand what all of the “yoga-mat carrying” was about. When I take a yoga class, my day melts away. Any bad energy or negative feelings that I have been carrying around with me during the day subside as my body and brain merge and concentrate on the class. To me, yoga is a connection of the body and mind to make one aware of the whole self. Throughout the class the practitioner is urged to listen to their own breath, to pay attention to only themselves, to commit fully to the practice and to make choices that feel good while challenging the body (and mind) to go deeper into the practice. . .
 (written 5/4/2010)

... as much as I appreciate moving and being active, I don't like the gym and working out, it seems sterile and limiting to me, this way of moving fulfilled my quest for a "workout" that stretches and strengthens my body, but as an unexpected bonus, it has given me a way to stress-relief, to find calmness, to find myself for at least the hour and a few minutes after the practice, and also to strive  to infuse this feeling throughout my life. It truly is the gift that keeps on giving. 

Manipulation

Manipulation is a poor substitute for intelligence.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

~Dream~

dreams so many dreams so hard to remember them all what do they mean to me---to the whole world? I dont know what to do to do doodie . . .all the world's a stage...............


I open the door and in fell out a thought and started walking around on all fours started crawling around the room until it sat in the corner of the room waiting to be discovered. I sat and smiled at it because it was so patient, like a beautiful little gift, like a baby that doesn't cry, too often. It was humble and docile but you could see its power just sitting there zen-like, balanced, patient, awaiting to be discovered.

I came up to it and hugged it. It was so nice and warm and soothing, like a cloud. It wrapped its arms around me and held me safe. I felt free and warm tears started streaming from my face onto my new friend. It was quiet and beautiful. I felt nice and warm and connected and loved. A warm feeling arose in my belly and it was then that I realized that I wasn't holding anything at all. It somehow was now a part of my body and that was the feeling that I felt all along. What a beautiful feeling.

That night I slept like a baby a baby a baby . . . the one that doesn't cry--that often.

Bates Bubble Burst

For 6 weeks I was contained in a bubble, perhaps it was 7, but it doesn't matter because time and space was suspended, contracted and expanded at different times of the hour, day, week, month. In this bubble I lived, moved, breathed, slept, ate, drank, thought, laughed, cried, saw, smelled, heard, tasted, felt, sensed. I lived in a culture of touch, among people who were not afraid to touch and be touched, who shared the world inside themselves with those around them. These were the brave souls who broke the invisible shells that people cover themselves with in order to not be touched--physically or otherwise.

Friday, November 25, 2011

I don't believe in SoHo

or Security Blanket of Familiarity

Buy the same jacket, the same snowboots, same car, read the books everyone else reads, watch the shows everyone else does, go to the same sample sales as the herd of hundreds to buy the same studded purses . . .so as to be protected by the warm blanket of sameness. To be no different than the next person because there is safety in masses. Divide our unique characteristics and boil them into an average of gray nothingness. Taking solace in the sea of monotony. So scared to be different to show a pearl of uniqueness.


(1/27/2011)

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

ode to abuse

I want to tear out your soul and eat your hope.
I want to mix you up with shit, tear you apart, beat you to the ground, stomp on your face,
Make you feel like nothing.

I have a thrill of watching you writhe in pain, grasping for air, for your last breath.
I am in ecstasy to see you squirm.
I have the power.
I have control.
I am a god over you.
I control you.
I am the only one who gives you mercy.
It is I who allows you to live or die.
Me.
Just me.
I enhance my power by making you weak, by making you cry, by making you scream.


I want to come from the fear I see in your eyes.
It gives me so much pleasure to see you suffer.
I want to choke you with my bare hands to see you grasping for air, crying, choking, spitting, looking disgusting and pitiful.
I only control you.
Only me.


I love you
. . .








Monday, September 5, 2011

The Korean Spa Experience

Enter with me a place that you have never imagined in your wildest dreams. Enter a place that will transport you to a world of relaxation and calmness... A place where you can be your true self, honest and open. A place that sends you back into the world refreshed, smooth skinned and fabulous.

Enter with me into the Korean Spa . . .

I've always looked up to my aunt for many reasons. One such is that she always gets "into" stuff...she finds amazing things out there in the world and gets really excited about them and shares it with her peeps in hopes of getting them turned on to her beloved stuff she's into. These include: Loccitane Products, Stila, Laura Mercier, Lush Brand, yoga, Raw-food-diet, etc. I like this because it narrows down my options and helps me explore new things with less of a sense of being overwhelmed by the plethora of choices out there, cause lets face it: "too many options may kill a man (/woman)".

I was back in Chicago visiting from NY (wahhh) one time and my aunt finally made plans to take me to this magical place. I had heard many myths about this legendary place: naked people and screaming Koreans and all,  and I decided that I was going to put my whole experience in the hands of my aunt since she had been through it and lived to tell about it. I was going to do as she did during this whole time.

We got to the check in counter. You pay at the entrance and get a bracelet with a number and a key on it. From this point on, you are a number. Everything you do in the spa is connected to that number. There is a separate entrance for guys and gals. You enter and the first set of lockers you take off your shoes. Then you enter the big locker room and here you strip off all of your identifying street clothes and stuff them into a locker. From there you are given one towel. Being that I was following my aunt, we went into the pool area. This area has a bunch of different hot pools, a cold pool, a wet sauna, a bunch of showers, and a bunch of sinks next to each other. There is also an area with massage tables lined up next to each other side by side.

Naturally, we walked inside this pool/wet area and were completely naked. I recalled hearing stories of the Korean women who staff the Spa yelling at our friends to get naked, no one is allowed in the area with any clothes, bathing-suits, etc. So I remembered that and did as the Romans, er, Koreans do. At that time I vaguely recall feeling a bit weird about all of this. But it took just a few moments to recalibrate my feelings/thoughts/sensations regarding this nudity business. I watched a group of women walk past me to the sink area where they proceeded to self-scrub themselves (more on this later). They were just letting it all hang out. This is who they were and there was absolutely no hiding it. It hit me that at this place you are exactly who you are: open and honest, the naked truth, literally. Perhaps this enforced nakedness is part of the cleansing process, not so much physical but more mental, spiritual, emotional. You cannot hide behind sparkly jewelry, designer jeans or handbags, a fancy haircut or a face-full of makeup. In this place, for a given amount of time, you are exactly who you are. It was really beautiful realization. It was that simple.

After going into the pools, we went to the wet sauna. I really dislike heat in my face. I could stand 2 minutes of this torture and then I am out. My aunt had requested a scrub/massage combo. I came to the place where they had the massage tables lined up. My therapist's name was: Jenny (mmm hmmm . .). She was not naked, however what she had on was even more bizarre. She had on a black-laced underwear and a bra combo. All of the massage therapists had similar outfits. It was a uniform of sorts. It would have been weird if she was naked too, but her "uniform" was strange in its own right. The communication between Jenny and myself was a series of verbal commands: "Turn-over," a lot of non-verbal body/sign language, and a bit of my broken Korean at the end to say, "Thank you."  I laid down on the table which was made out of green rubber. She started scrubbing me real hard yelling at me to turn over from time to time. As I was turning over I could feel tiny balls of clay starting to surround me until I realized that was the scrub particles. I felt like she was cleansing all of my sins from my body. She would squirt baby oil on me and do the acupressure massage and twirl me around to change directions. I felt like a walrus. She also applied this freshly grated cucumber mask on me. It was delicious and refreshing. I left her massage feeling so soft.

After the massage, my aunt told me to meet her in another area that houses all of the little rooms where you go and lay down. I exited the Pool room into the locker room. They have a choice of 3 different size/color outfits: shirt and shorts, for you to wear into the main area. There, everyone is walking around in the Spa uniform. We ate some Chirashi salad!! YUM! and laid down in the different heated rooms. I like the salt room because it's like an igloo made with real salt blocks (I know cause I licked it). After relaxing for a few minutes, we went back into the locker room, brushed our teeth, dried our hair, got dressed and came out into the world ready to take on anything that was in our way!

I have since been back twice, and ready to go again. People seriously LIVE there: they sleep, eat, study, lay, play chess, read newspapers, watch tv. . . everything and anything . . . it's open 24 hours....oh yea, another interesting fact: there is procedure/treatment there described like this: a pot  that you sit on with your butt and it effuses some kind of happy steam into your area to make you refreshed and invigorated, didn't try it, perhaps that will be in a later post!

So, who's down? Any takers?!?!

Friday, September 2, 2011

Value

What I value is the purity, the balance, the clarity of a body, soul and mind coming together without excess baggage, when one has put in the work and effort to get rid of the bullshit to get through to the core of intention. When all that you do is to benefit the well-being of yourself leading to the benefit of others. When people are aware that they are responsible for the whole world and that their actions reflect this realization. These are the safest people to be around.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Bates Bubble

I have been incubating in this Bates Bubble now for 3 weeks. Currently, I am in a limbo of sorts: the first 3 weeks ended yesterday and the next 3 weeks starts tomorrow.

We, who are here for the Youth Dance Workshop are here for 6 weeks in Lewiston, ME. The first 3 weeks, the one that just ended, was spent being a Mama Duck to the ducklings.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

A Love letter

Dearest,

When we first started off, I was confused, tentative, scared. I thought you were going to consume me and eat me alive. Sometimes you made me shake with fright. At times, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep with the anticipation of what you were going to do to me. I left the one that made me comfortable, safe, familiar for you. You, who is so charismatic yet filled with uncertainties. But there was a reason that I left that safe familiar one behind. I yearned for something exciting and even if being with you is a tumultuous affair, a love-hate relationship, I love you. I love everything about you. You are truly the man that made a woman out of me.


At first it was just a flirtation. I never thought it would get this far. I never thought I would be so attached.  I never would have imagined being so affected by you, being so in love with you. You are such a bright, vivacious spirit, with a hint of beautiful danger. There is nothing like you in the world and I feel so very lucky to have been a part of you. Thank you for bringing me into your world and allowing me to see my life in a different light. I am forever changed and forever grateful. And now I must leave you. It's funny that I came to you with so much fear, and now I am leaving you with the fear of leaving.  I am writing this to you while we are still together, before I leave, so that I can write from a place of closeness and not a place of memory. I will always love you, I will never forget you and what you have added to my life.

Yours Forever with Love,
Rada

The Junkyard of Broken Words

I would like to dispose of words here for their rotting qualities, so that they can rot here and not effect my life or well-being...I hope they will be turned into fertilizer and a beautiful rose will sprout from them..

sorry
hate
can't
should(/shouldn't)
need
fat
pity 
always
never

PLEASE ADD YOUR OWN, OR SEND THEM TO ME SO I CAN POST THEM! I WOULD LOVE TO ADD YOURS TO THE JUNKYARD.

they need a safe space to be disposed of kind of like those bio-hazard bags and those used syringe holders, to protect us from their harmful toxins.

On a different note, these are the words that I found that I really enjoy expressing my thoughts and investigations with:

pathological
qualify
coping strategies
investigation
material
concept (it)
human
self
mutually exclusive
"technical terms"


SAME THING APPLIES, IF YOU HAVE WORDS THAT YOU ENJOY USING PLEASE LET ME KNOW, I WOULD LIKE TO ADD THEM TO THE COLLECTION.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

"People Pleasing"

Right as I was writing this post, I caught a broadcast of one of Charlie Sheen's interviews in the other room, yes I said it. And perhaps I am now contributing to the madness, but you know, you need to give credit where credit is due. I am very interested in this topic, but the topic title was given to me courtesy of our friend, Sheen. I wanted to write about it, but I did not have a perfect title for this, and as I started typing, coincidentally he started talking about "People Pleasing" and being "authentic."

So, anyway . . .

I am interested in this and want to write about it because I think it is very powerful. If you can discover and master this, then you have an all natural superpower at your fingertips.

When a person can do something without thinking about how others will view them, then that person has achieved ultimate freedom!

I am not saying one must be careless and apathetic. I am saying the opposite. The little critic critter inside my brain is always aware of other people and constantly reminding me of what they might think if I do something...anything. If I wear something, or eat something, or breathe something, or lick something, or say something or dance something. But this little critter is totally irrational because he (or she?) cannot possibly know what anyone is really thinking. I have a responsibility to myself to do what is in the best interest for myself and however people react is my opportunity to keep adjusting the situation or reaction. Therefore, in this scenario, I am living in the moment. I take the reactions to my actions and keep adjusting. I get it, I get it, I totally get it now what it means to "live in the present". No way to fix the past and no way to foresee the future, just have the opportunity to adjust to whatever is happening in the now, now, now...in little tiny increments, in 'small doses'.


OOooOOLaLa how this all makes sense to me! It's a game, it's kind of very fun...choose your own adventure!!!

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Hotlanta

Just got back from Atlanta visiting 1/2 of the P-Unit!! I am such a jet-setter, I have 3 homes in the US: Atlanta, Chicago and New York, it's actually time to start collecting ones in the West Coast.

Anyway, before I left I wrote Molly a free-writing excerpt on my take of Atlanta and here it goes:


'ok, one more week!!! ahhhhhh survive and then ATL w/papa and mila and slava and harvey and oysters and crab legs and yoga and rollerblading and frantic shopping sprees and homemade cappuccinos with homemade steamed frothy milk and fresh juices in the morning and home cooked dinners and barbeques and brunches on sunday and crazy russians being rich and wearing dolce and gabbana and yelling kind words to each other while drinking vodka and smoking [anything that will burn]'(Substituted text courtesy of Esthero).

Pretty much on point save a few additions and substitutions. For example: rollerblading was substituted by me putting on rollerblades for 2 minutes and then realizing that I will break my neck on the slippery slopes of the Atlanta landscape of Chestain Park and then taking them off for a nice stroll around with Slava working on my business endeavor: Dance Walking, (it's 'C-circled' aka  © ) [Taking on new clients soon!!! Message me, or my business associate: Slava, and we'll talk---A great way to shed those pounds while having fun]. . . . . Not mentioned in the above free-write: the G-parents: Fanya and Arcadiy who made bomb gefilte fish with beets, carrots and potatoes  (oh yea, uh huh) and zigi-frishti-matzi for our very very non-denominational sedar.

I was also accused of being a "foodie" by Slav and when I was forced to look up the definition I found:
A person that spends a keen amount of attention and energy on knowing the ingredients of food, the proper preparation of food, and finds great enjoyment in top-notch ingredients and exemplary preparation. A foodie is not necessarily a food snob, only enjoying delicacies and/or food items difficult to obtain and/or expensive foods; though, that is a variety of foodie. 

And I must say that is pretty accurate=) Anyone who has come out to have a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice with me will attest to this description.


Some pics from the trip. (Note to self: take more pics!!!!!!!!!!!)

Sunday Brunch a la NYC with unlimited Mimosas (only $5 extra)


Passover
 Harvey after the Dentist (aka Vet)


Rumi's Kitchen: Beware of Food Overdose!!! (those will KILL you temporarily)


 Biggest Tree I've ever seen...it was 500 years old!!!!
 (give or take a few hundred years)



Zuma Restaurant
Lesson Learned (I hope): Listen to your Gut instinct and the goals set before you get there ("Hey guys let's order 2 orders less than we want") and then listen to everyone else's wise recommendations once you're there looking at the menu!!! Greedy eyes make for a very uncomfortable stomach and a guilty conscience. In theory, very smart! In practice? Well, still practicing on the practice.



Food Babies!!! Gilbert!!!
At the Bach Pad
 

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Jealousy is . . .

Unused Inspiration

The Bard of Disease



 What if I cracked you open and let your ignorance bleed out?
What kind of person you would be
  when the protective shell is broken and you are left exposed
to be the person that you truly are?

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Two Options

I am starting to see that in this life we have two options:

You can change the world, or you can let the world change you.

It's a really simple credo but it takes a lifetime to master, if that. There is always a choice to be made in any interaction. You can either accept or deny whatever is being presented to you. Everyone of these interactions is an opportunity to 'change the world.' You do not have to go along with something if you know it's wrong or goes against your values, even if 'that's the way it has always been done.'

Every problem has a solution. The difficult part is to find the solution, or the options of solutions available. I believe that it is best to find a productive one which helps everyone involved. Productive, to me, means that you choose to contribute something that helps another person while also benefiting you. Instead of blaming someone else, you take the responsibility to voice your concern and then figure out how you can help the situation. Productive also means that you allow someone a way out. When you criticize someone and don't give them a way to learn how to make that better, then you are doing everyone a disservice (and look like a jerk). Getting mad at someone for something is unproductive because you have not done anything to change the situation for the better. So in reality, you're actually the one to 'blame'.

I am beginning to see how beneficial this all is. If I am aware of this, then there is really never a moment for me to be upset at anything or anyone. I am in control to make the situation better by finding solutions to the problem. I catch myself getting mad or upset about what someone has said or done to me. But it's unnecessary because I have the option of changing the situation or my reaction.

I think it's much harder to be positive, it takes a lot of energy (to change the world). You need to be resourceful and resilient which takes time, effort and patience. It's much easier to be negative and let others take charge of your decisions (to choose to let the world change you). However, the benefits reaped from being positive are more worthwhile in the long run.

Where would we be if everyone chose to change the world for the better? If everyone worked to this full potential? It's an overwhelming thought . . .

Jealousy

Jealousy is unused inspiration


When someone does something fantastic, it is a source of inspiration, allowing you to open your eyes to what else is possible in the world and to learn to use it to develop your own work. It is an invitation to do something even better instead of hating on someone for doing something amazing.

That is why I am scared of people idolizing and revering other people, like celebrities. Those people have reached amazing feats, but it is not an excuse to say that I cannot possibly do anything like that. It is an opportunity to make the world even better because what you have to say is unique and different than anyone else.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Sunday Bloody Sunday




I am pretty sure everyone has experienced at one point or another the murky feeling that creeps up on you on Sundays. It's hard to describe the feeling exactly, but it sure doesn't feel pleasant. This feeling, has a name and its called: Blood Sausage. This term was been passed on to me by my father (Papa =P). Whenever you have that feeling, it can only be described as blood sausage.


The first time it was told to me to describe these feelings, I had no idea what my dad was saying to me. What do you mean you feel like Blood sausage? But now, it's a part of our vocabulary and we both understand as soon as any of us says those words to describe our mental/physical/emotional state we need to adjust our actions towards each other and act accordingly because it is a very sensitive state that the person is in.



Sundays do not have exclusive rights to this term, but this feeling is usually more prevalent on Sundays. You can use this term however you like, it is so obscure anyways, that you can use it any way you like, as long as you say those two words together, people who know of it will understand your whole sense of being at that present moment.

Common usages:

Person 1 asks "Hey, how are you?"

Person 2 mumbles "Eh"

Person 1 "Oh, blood sausage?"

Person 2 mutters "Yea"


Although there is no cure for blood sausage, there are some remedies that have been known to help with this illness:

  • Sunday brunch with good food, good people, good conversation and of course: good drinks, has been known to hide its effects

  • Taking a walk, rollerblading, yoga, any other physical activities can sometimes get that bloody energy out.

  • A Sunday night movie sometimes does the trick--this is usually a non-thinking fluffy fluff of a movie that lets you happily sink in to the story while turning off your brain and spoon feeding you some Hollywood opium.
If you have other suggestions that will help with this situation, please let me know. Together, we can fight for a cure against this awful sickness.



Saturday, April 2, 2011

Harvard Business Review

So, some of you may not know this, but I am a writer at the Harvard Business Review. Most of you don't know this because I am a very humble individual and I do not like to talk about how brilliant I am (well, that you already knew). But I feel like it's time that this secret has come out.




Ok ok, "April Fool's" haha blah blah. But seriously, I wrote that "failure entry" over the weekend and on Monday when I was at Grand Central running to catch my train, I walked past a bookstore and I managed to spot this in the window as I was passing through:





Um, has Harvard Business Review been reading my blog and getting ideas? Should I sue for copyright infringement? Where are my lawyers? Any help?

So anyways it made me smile because I was in sync with someone else in the universe.

Here are the table of contents just for fun:

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Did Curiosity Really Kill the Cat?


I would like to reconsider this quote. I don't believe it's entirely true. Curiosity is so important. I'm always curious and I believe it has led me to some really interesting discoveries, makes my life more fun and interesting. I understand if your curiosity leads you to snort coke and shoot up heroin cause your soooo damn curious about it and then you end up a fucked up junkie homeless lying in a rat infested urine scented alleyway, then yes, I'm sure that "curiosity did kill the cat." But just because some curiosities lead to a wrong pathway doesn't negate (does that make sense?) the fact that curiosity is really important and can be a driving force to many cool aspects of our life. I guess the most important quote to consider to all of this is "Don't be an idiot," wise words from my father.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Power of Failure

We all seem to devalue a very powerful tool in our lives: FAILURE.

There are probably a million reasons why. Fear is one. We are taught that "failure is not an option" this is taught to us by people who are afraid to fail, people who cling on to their pursuit of purist principles afraid to make mistakes and perpetuating this thinking in their students.

I think this can be misinterpreted, so I have to clarify what I mean by failure.

What I mean is that whenever people embark on something, a project, a new recipe, a new dance, an interview, a blog-post, whatever it is, the stakes are usually high, relative, but high. Everyone wants to be successful in these endeavors, no one wants to fuck up. "Failure is not an option" however, it is definitely a possibility. And this sets up a very stifling start to the endeavor we quest to embark on. Sometimes the fear of failing is so immense that it prevents us to even start the thing in the first place. Or, if you do start something, it causes so much anxiety that it takes out all of the joy of the project, and let's face it, what's the point of doing anything if we don't enjoy it, or can't figure out how to enjoy it because we are so wrapped up in the anxiety?

As stated before, the possibility of failure already exists, that is what gets us to this anxious point in the first place. So by opening up to that possibility, it sets up a cushion to which you can fall. If you tell yourself that it is ok to fail, then you are becoming aware to what exactly the stakes are, it sets up a boundary. You no longer have to be nervous about starting because you acknowledge that failure is possible. That way, you can go about doing what you need to be doing, putting your best effort and not really caring about the failure thing because it already exists. You can focus your attention on actually enjoying the thing you are doing.

I was brought up on "NO FAILURE" mentality and only recently discovered the beauty of setting yourself up for failure. Perhaps it depends on the person and the person's background, but this new adventure into the forays of failure has opened up new worlds to me. It opens up more avenues to create, explore, learn and grown. And I think that's amazing!

Of course, it's not easy. I forget that this way of thinking is open to me at all times. I often get stuck in the stifling, perfectionistic thoughts. But when I remind myself that it's ok to fail, then I find ways to get the job done and enjoy it in the process.

An example:
I had to choreograph a piece. I had anxiety about it all the time. My stakes were so high!!! It was real and intense: physical shaking and detrimental thinking. But at one point it hit me, I'm gonna make a piece that I like, that interests me and I don't care what people think at all! This opened me up to completing it with a bit less stress and a bit more joy. It was received well, even though I don't care (that's not entirely true). This was the first time that I allowed myself to not be afraid to make shit, and in turn it ended up not only being a great learning experience, but it was actually somewhat successful.

When I wanted to cook a Thom Kha soup, Chris' famous delicious recipe, I was really nervous. Adam said: "This will be an experiment" and all of a sudden the nerves dissipated and it became a game, let's see if I can do this. Let's see if this experiment works. Instead of the mindset of: What if I fail, I hope I don't mess up and FAIL! Allowing the option of failure eliminates the fear of it.

Another time, I was in acting class and I had to do my first scene. I was petrified thinking that eventually I would have to get up there and do it in front of all these strangers who are brilliant and amazing! Then the day before I realized that it's my first time. I'm not on stage..yet...Let's do this one and fuck up, let's do this one and make mistakes. When I started the scene, I melted into it. The words flowed and I didn't even control them, I believed I was there in that moment, everything else disappeared. I was enjoying the whole process all of a sudden. It was great.

This is an example of when the stakes are imaginary kind of. If I actually failed, nothing would happen except for the fact that I would bruise my ego (although that's a big deal for many). But the values are different when the stakes are higher and real, like surgery, or work/money-related. I am not saying that one should be careless. Who cares, fail fail fail. No, that's not the point. The point is realizing that failure can happen no matter what, it's life, anything that can go wrong does, but knowing that that option exists, yielding to it, and not avoiding that fact can allow people to be more creative with their options and can possibly yield better results. Perhaps if we do this in little increments, in the small steps, we can learn how to channel it when the stakes are actually high and be able to better navigate those extreme situations.

Make mistakes, live a little!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Funny business

My attempt to do work has lead me to what I actually do best: browsing and clicking the web into infinity. I stumbled upon a clip on Condensed Soup with Joel Hale. On this bit of yumminess he had a little tid-bit about a model falling over at the Milan Fashion show. Of course this prompted me to explore this further. I found that, once again, the internet machine never fails me in my quests for procrastination. Ask and you shall receive.

I'm not really laughing at them, I think I'm laughing with them??? Seriously, didn't someone think of a practice run? A crash test shoe walking dummy? I don't know...something? Isn't the point to feature the shoe as a work of art not a death sentence ticking walking minefield? Where is the form and function people? ahh get it together...but it really makes for some laughs. Enjoy.

Here is the first video clip.


And here is the other video featuring lots more.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Privet! ("Hello" in Russian)

Slight in*Sight is a place that I would like to use to unload my thoughts. There are so many and I am hoping this is a way to untangle my brain and perhaps someone else might find some use to it. In Russian this is called: "Poleznim c priyatnem" which roughly translates to: something being good/healthy for you and while also being pleasant/enjoyable.