“Reality is on a need to know basis.” After watching this gorgeous interview with photojournalist David Guttenfelder, I immediately walked outside and starting taking pictures. God that made me happy. There’s something deeply satisfying about capturing visual moments. And I don’t pretend to be a fauxtographer. I don’t know much about cameras or framing or lighting or aperture. But I am an amazing noticer. I see things most people miss. And I think that’s where the best pictures come from.
“Social isolation is an objective condition in which people have little interaction with others.” Devastating article about the health risks of loneliness. I can relate. When you suddenly realize that you’ve spent the last fourteen hours locked in your hotel room and the only other human you’ve interacted with was the cleaning lady, it’s kind of hard to run from the waves of anxiety. In such moments, it’s helpful to have a surfboard.
“My personal status with myself has gone up a hundred
percent.” When I made the decision to retire from entrepreneurship and transition into my next career, I wrote a letter of resignation to myself. For real. This experience blew my fucking hair back. Ten pages of naked truth pouring out of me like a fire hose. Every feeling I was feeling about my job and career and work and future, I wrote down. Then I sighed. Then I signed it. And then it was over. Best. Exercise. Ever. We can never underestimate the gravity of okayness. Thanks, Farmer Fred.
“Arresting attention in the midst of distraction.” Random article from eleven years ago about an artist named Hisham. Got me thinking about drugs like Ritalin and Adderall, which I’ve never taken. In fact, I’m pretty sure I have reverse ADD. I’m hyper focused. When I get on a roll with something, you have to club me over the head with a shovel to snap me back into the real world. Interesting condition to have.
“Sing like something’s escaping.” That’s how Adam Carolla described John Popper’s singing style. Couldn’t agree more. Singing is a form of sorcery. The whole point is to let something out. That’s why I sing, out loud, everywhere I go, all the time. Even on the subway. People give me strange looks, and I don’t care. There are things inside of me that, if they do not escape, will find a home in my stomach and cause me pain. Music is the healing force of the universe.
“A lot of things are lying around
waiting to be discovered.” Understatement of the century. There’s so much good stuff out there, it’s intoxicating. All we have to do is pay attention and take notes. If we get writer’s block, we don’t need to get high, we need to get hearing aids. Thanks, Georgie.