What do I (want to) know? (Part 1)

-How to play open chords

-How to properly sing

-How to detect what key a song is in

-How to decorate cakes

-How to produce a podcast

-How to draw hands

-How to draw perspective

-How to draw backgrounds

-How to have fun

-How to relax

-How to paint people

-How to paint like Bob Ross

-How to write a children’s book

-What people regret most when they die

-How to raise a child with attention and affection while not cottling them

-How to design a plant-scape

-How to sew a duvet cover


It’s so sad to me that most adults go through a ‘dry period’ of never getting into with their inner child through play, through watching cartoons, through silly expressions, through emotional work until they have children of their own because that’s not how adults are ‘supposed’ to act and only when you have a child is that acceptable. No wonder our society is so anxious and uptight! (Insert statistics and facts here). I’m sitting here about to watch Saturday morning cartoons while eating cereal by myself as an almost 30 year old in an attempt to counter-act this week of Millenial Burn-out sickness. I stayed home from work in an attempt to de-stress but also an excuse to get things done at home I ordinarily don’t have time for. Somehow my week turned into a long and arduous task list of things to get done as well as a very dense research break on American Society (I just finished reading Working Towards Whiteness by David R. Roediger and am in the midst of White Trash by Nancy Isenberg). Sounds restful right? (Read: sarcasm). My brain gets so locked up that my attempt to de-stress was not something funny or relaxing but a new British Netflix show called This Way Up. Of course it was a little funny, highly interesting, and had some heart but I really needed something less heavy. So here I am. Cheers to the weekend. Note to self: Don’t forget to play! Don’t push yourself into growth; it only happens slowly.

Also: How stoked am I that Austin Kleon’s most recent post is a rebuttal to the bullshit idea that Thoreau is completely discredit to “other” “people” “doing” “his” “laundry” “for” “him”. It’s pretty personal considering I told a friend I was reading Thoreau and that was their criticism.

Black and White

I’m now realizing that I either choose to hide everything away- in my brain, my body, or on the page OR I choose to vomit it right onto the internet. I want to put on paper and then select what parts I want to show the world. I just need to keep a notebook with me I guess.

For now I’ll put this idea online: A post or a book about how to be a kid again. This summer I made a goal of doing a lot of the things I did as a child to relive the classic summer experience and it’s helped me cultivate the feeling of being innocent and free again. Things like picking blackberries, going swimming, attending festivals, having BBQs, playing with sidewalk chalk. I made space to just play this summer and I want much more of it in my life.