18 Feb 2011

February 18, 2011

I went home sick today. Didn’t know if I was gonna make it home. I had to decide between taking the freeway or staying on the side roads. If I took the freeway I’d be home quicker, if I stayed on the side roads I could pull off if I started feeling worse — any worse. I was coming up to the on-ramp and I thought, This is a big decision.

I ate a salad today that had apples in it. But I don’t think that’s what made me sick. I think it was the migraine.

I think it’s important to remember that everyone does everything differently. You get these professionals giving pointers about how they do certain things, and you want to copy them because you think, Hey, They’re professionals. But process is everything. And if you’re trying to fit yourself inside someone else’s process you’re probably going to make stuff that feels pretty artificial.

I think being creative requires a precarious balance of humility and bravado. It’s probably best to err on the side of humility though. Otherwise you could end up being an ass.

I’m not sure there’s a virtue in creating things. I think there is. I’m just not sure.

There are three things I need to be happy. Two of them I can buy in a store. One of them I married.

And no, my life is not composed entirely of epigrams. I have to go back in and find them. Sometimes I have to make them up. Sometimes the ones I make up are truer than the ones I find.

A good book to read if you liked that last sentence — or hated it — or had any sort of interest in it at all — is Reality Hunger by David Shields. Most of it is plagiarized. It’s pretty controversial among people who find that sort of thing important. My favorite entry says: “This book isn’t going anywhere, incase you were wondering.” Matt Brown just thought to himself: of course.

or something like that.

Oh, and I took the freeway home.

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