A somewhat goofy mini-collection of stuff I’ve been reading, stuff I’ve been thinking about and oh, some completely random crap.
Basically the stuff that never gets mentioned here because I’m not the kind of person who can just make some teeny little point. Not into the whole brevity thing, as the Dude would say.
Actually, I’m under the strict compulsion to write ten pages about anything on my mind. So this is me. Practicing brevity.
Yes, we are back with the Items. Item!
And — but of course — the exclamation points. Lots of them. I am throwing caution to the wind and exclaiming over … pretty much everything.
I don’t actually know if anyone misses the Items (Item!) when they’re not around, but I do really appreciate having a place to catalogue the various places I get sucked into online. Shall we?
Item! Post No. 36 in a ridiculous series whose very existence sustains me through my Extremely Necessary Vacationizizing, even if I have to skip a week here and there.
Item! Tactical Corsets!
I must have one.
“For too long, women have had to compromise practicality for beauty. Men got pants with cargo pockets and built-in knee pads, women got clothes whose only built-in feature was cuteness.
But why should men get all the high-speed low-drag tactical toys?”
The site is TacticalCorsets.com and I’m obsessed. Oh, yes. The Pirate Queen is in awe.
You can also watch a video here.
I honestly have no idea where I found this but I’m assuming it would have to be on Twitter. Because that’s what the twitters are for. Well, that and casually stalking people you’re obsessed with.*
* (Hi, Colleen, you fabulous Communicatrix you! I loooooooooooove you!)
Item! Speaking of things I must have. That are wrong.
Actually, I must not have this. I am not allowed to have this.
Still want one though.
It’s a … fitness machine? I’m not even sure what that means. And, apparently, if I had a television I would already know about it.
This is Ellen testing the Hawaii Chair.
Item! I’m on the woo woo train!
Okay, this one cracked me up.
Partly because, as we already know, me-from-ten-years-ago would think that me-from-right-now (aka me-who-files-stuff-by-chakras) is the weirdest, most embarrassing person on earth.
But I hang out with all sorts of bizarre and interesting people. And so of course I don’t count myself as in with the woo-woo camp at all. But apparently I am.
(Woo Woo Camp. It’s just one guy.)
Anyway. Sparky Firepants is the funny. Mr. Pants! I love him.
“I drink tea in the afternoon. Man, I love my coffee. Go-go juice. Makes me feel all manly and East Coast to have my java and jump into the studio. Sipping a nice, soothing cup of tea later on helps purge the New York City man that lives inside my head. Besides, it gets really goddamned cold in here sometimes.”
Here’s the rest of it.
He’s @sparkyfirepants on Twitter.
Item! Seclusion and isolation: they’re important.
One of the big things I got from my Extremely Necessary Vacation was that I am happiest when I’m not around anyone but myself.
If you already know me, you’re totally laughing at me now because it’s not like this is some big secret. I’m a huge loner and I’m introverted and none of that is news.
That’s kind of why I love the internet. Because it allows me to have a job where I don’t have to see anyone I don’t like ever. And I only see the people I do like when I feel like it.
But the thing I was loving about Extremely Necessary Vacation was being shut off from everything. I was still writing, but I wasn’t spending time online.
And it was addictive. Not being connected was addictive.
Then I read Hiro’s thoughtful post about exactly that. It’s about the relationship between connection & solitude. And blogging.
“It’s been more than a month since I wrote a blog post.
First, it was my 60th birthday, and then I went away on retreat, and somehow, I found my feet on a winding path in a parallel life in which there was a blessed absence of deadlines and to-do lists–the kind of silent spaciousness I hadn’t known I’d missed until the horizons opened and melted into an infinite sky.”
The kind of silent spaciousness I hadn’t known I’d missed until the horizons openened and melted into an infinite sky.
She’s @HiroBoga on Twitter.
Item! And one more thing about Hiro.
This is kind of a crazy thing to say, but you really cannot underestimate the power of having a clairvoyant business advisor.
I say that because I have one. I call her my non-evil Grand Vizier but yeah, I get a session from Hiro at least once a week and I also consult with her first on just about everything I do in my business before I do it.
Anyway, this is definitely not for everyone, but I have heard whisperings that she is going to be teaching a course this year on how to become your own business advisor. Like, how to be that person for yourself.
I have no idea when, what, how much or anything else.
All I know is that ohmygod I’m in. And that if this is even slightly your cup of tea you should sign up for her noozleter or maybe even write to her and ask really, really nicely to be on the list of people who get to hear about it first.
Item! Update from the land of the Peculiar & Hilarious Shivanauts!
The “peculiar and hilarious” thing comes from Melynda’s sweet bit about Butterfly Wishes.
Right. So I wrote a bunch of Shivanautical updates.
Which is where you can read about how absurdity reveals patterns. And also about how we’re sponsoring Roller Derby!
Because we are. And yes. Flailing: it’s good for you!
So it was really cool the other week when I got to work on my practice of how I ask for stuff and you guys gave me the best reading recommendations ever!
So I’m going to try it again.
Here’s what I want:
- Things you’re thinking about.
- Films you recommend (that you would recommend to me).*
*HSP-alert: I don’t mind violence if it’s martial arts and/or general ass-kicking, but not so into stuff blowing up, and I absolutely can’t handle emotional or sexual violence.
I am committed to giving time and thought to the things that people say, and I will interact with their ideas and with my own stuff as compassionately and honestly as is possible for me.
Even though asking for what I want still feels awkward for me, I’m just going to remind myself that this is a thing I’m practicing.
That is all.
And happy Blustery Windsday. See you tomorrow.