The new de Young Museum is a visual feast. Laura and I took Friday off to hang out there. Please take a look at de Young and Golden Gate Park (April 21, 2006) , some of my pictures from the day at the museum and at Golden Gate Park.
Last Saturday, Laura and I performed an important rite of passage as a married couple: we filed joint federal and state tax returns. We continue to learn more and more about each other. It was certainly interesting to see how we work together on filling out paperwork....
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I was tempted to buy this copy of Mathematics, which I found at the Depot for Creative Reuse. Flipping through the pages was like traveling back to my grade school days. Each page, each picture evoked memories of being a kid and spending a lot of time learning mathematics by myself at the Timmins Public Library. I was about to buy the book until I reminded myself that 1) I had just gotten rid of 14 boxes of books in the last six months and 2) I'm no longer a grade-school kid learning mathematics in Timmins.
I tempted to buy this copy of Mathematics that I found at the Depot for Creative Reuse. Flipping through the pages was like traveling back to my grade school days. Each page, each picture evoked memories of bing a kid and spending a lot of time learning mathematics by myself at the Timmins Public Library. I was about to buy the book until I reminded myself that 1) I had just gotten rid of 14 boxes of books in the last six months and 2) I'm no longer a grade-school kid learning mathematics in
This period of my life is highly reminiscent of the last years of my
Ph.D. program during which I was setting up to make major changes in my
professional and personal life. Almost a year ago, Laura and I got
married, already bringing about major personal changes. On the
professional side, as I have previously alluded to in Back to blogging, many, many things are also changing.
When confronted with change-inducing circumstances, I fluctuate between
clinging steadfastly to the status quo to dreaming of a utopian life
revolution. Since I currently feel optimistic about the future, I am
taking some good time right now to fundamentallly re-examine and
redirect my work. Times such as this also call me back to books that
have been my past companions and guides. I pulled Carol Lloyd's Creating a Life Worth Living
off my shelf a couple of weeks ago, carried it around with me, and
finally started re-reading it in earnest several days ago. I've already
become re-acquainted with very helpful notions, including the ""daily action", which Lloyd describes in this way:
The daily action is
fifteen minutes of a focused activity performed every day at the same
time of day. Choose an activity that creates an empty, space where your
creativity can reassert itself. Let the action be solitary, and process
oriented. You are giving yourself fifteen minutes of emptiness within
the blur of living. Some examples of daily actions are dancing alone in
your living room, meditating, walking, writing in a journal, drawing
without purpose, singing improvisational melodies, doing yoga and
I have experienced how such seemingly small disciplines as the daily
action can set one free to be creative. (Isn't the intertwining of
discipline and freedom paradoxically fascinating?)
This morning, I lingered over Chapter 4, in which Lloyd presents a
typology of creative modes or profiles that she splits between
"collaborative" and "individualistic" (p. 65):
This chapter reminds me to honor the particular creative predilections
that I do have, whether or not they are held in esteem in various
contexts in which I participate. For instance, I am much more of a
generator than a maker. I need to find a place where I can generate
ideas and be valued for doing so. Those places might be rare, but this
is the time to look for them.
Yesterday evening, I learned about Find It:
People of all ages will enjoy the
hunt for the hidden objects buried within the layer of recycled
plastic pellets. Alone or with friends, everyone will enjoy
spinning it, shaking it, and twisting it until all the objects
are found. Can you find the hidden penny…?
Here are some of my pictures of the game: