You won't learn how to smelt gold here, but thanks for stopping by.

The smelting process (see above) is designed to remove impurities and capture the gold - it bears a striking similarity to writing a dissertation. Smelting's hotter, though.
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Is to be locked in one of the following rooms with a comfy reading chair and enough food and water (and attendant comforts) while time stops until I've ingested my fill. Yummy.
I don't know what it is about the high desert, except that it's beautiful and I love it. We went with good friends, we went to make music and hang out (which we did, and which was great), but companionable quiet is just about my favorite thing in the world, with the vistas a very close second. I'm less fond of the barbed wire bite on my inner thigh and the scraping of sagebrush up my shin, but even those irritations make me smile.
I love being able to to sit right in the middle of a blacktopped road in the middle of the day, looking miles into the distance from a slight rise, hearing only the infrequent buzzing of flies, or a light wind, and nothing else, knowing that when I choose to, I can rejoin the group at any time.
Hush.
Expanse.
Choice.
Best things in the world.
I've been poking around the internet a little, and just found this etching--Plain Beast, by Michael Leunig-- which I just love. It's in the artist's collection, and I can totally see why he'd want to keep it!
Also of note is Zefrank's The Show - specifically the August 10 program, don't be afraid, which you can go watch here in the face of the scary terrorist alert. A more amusing (though quite profanity laden, if you object to "bad words" as part of a song, but not as part of a personal attack, which I guess still makes it not safe for work) demonstration of why this show rules is Ze's discussion of his own creative process here. I would do well to remember his ethos as I do my own generative work.
Happy Saturday.
The brown dress project is so cool. The author's insights are amazing, her creativity is definitey something I'd like to emulate.
Other interesting links in a similar, though less performative, vein:
Frugal for life
Money and values
The Frugal Dutchess
mr. s and I were talking about BlogHer a bit more last night. Class and status and all that hoohaw, and about my effusive admiration for the women who so fearlessly (key word) write in their blogs every day, while I... do not. Some writing is easy for me, once I begin, but there are too many days when I haven't been writing anything at all. He countered with a comparison of what I'm writing versus what others are writing, and yes of course academic writing requires more work, it is more labor intensive and thus "valuable", but that's not the point I was making.
I know that my current position looks good from the outside, but there are a couple of things that prevent me from valuing it as much as other people seem to at times.
1. Money/occupation. The currency of the realm is professionalism (evidenced by income) and that's something that I don't really have because I'm in school. No real job, no child (parenting is important work), and no completed dissertation. Until it's finished, I feel like I'm in limbo, which kind of sucks. I know that writing the diss is my job, and that what I need most right now is an attitude adjustment about its value, but what I am on my worst days is a kid who's still in school.
2. Output vs. consumerism. Yeah, someday I'll be a doctor, but so what? Right now, I'm not, and I don't really value the process as much as others seem to, because there are a million people who have more and better stories than I do (just as there are a million people who could say the same about me), but they are telling theirs. Their stories and thoughts make me think, and I'm grateful to and for them.
What most impressed me about the various bloggers I met is that they are actively getting something outside of themselves on an almost daily basis, creating rather than consuming, and on days when I've only done the one rather than the other (or at least a much more balanced mix) I wind up feeling like a failure. (This is not unusual among dissertation writers, by the way. It's part of why the process is so awful.) Articulating this issue is one way of making peace with the process: there will be days when I don't write, and I need to stop equating my own output with personal worth.
This relates back to the apples and oranges point that mr. s. was trying to make above. My bind has been that I've been admiring the amount of work and thinking I see being done by the amazing women I met last weekend, while devaluing the type of interior work that I've been doing and need to continue before I'll have anything to write. Valuing both takes away from neither.
So, I've committed to have my first pass at coding accomplished by the 22nd, which breaks out to a little over 100 comments a day. Since it's just a first pass, I'll be looking for major themes and marking them on paper somehow. The recordkeeping is the thing that's been a bit stressful since this type of organization is not one of my strengths... yet.
I'll be keeping track of my progress here, somehow, though I wish there were some kind of sidebar widget I could add to make the keeping track aspect always on top, rather than post centric.
Still no nearer to creating the non-anonymous blog I'd promised myself, but that's not as important now as it once was.
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