Something interesting happened as I attempted to write physical intimacy between two women in a short story. The more I wrote and rewrote, the more they became two human beings involved in an intimate physical exchange. Nothing more, nothing less.

From yesterday and today…

Ghost outline of a board on the sidewalk running at a slight angle from bottom to top.

Large oval patch and curly crack patches in an asphalt road surface.

Square translucent plastic packaging tray with four compartments, flattened on asphalt pavement.

Sunlit blue glass goblets on a glass shelf in the window of an vintage store.

Wooden fence, brick wall, drainage hose with wet patch on pavement surrounding the end of the hose.

A stick with its shadow running horizontally across the upper third of the frame. Concrete pavement.

Close up of red gingham dress on a mannequin in a shop window. Shot looking up the body of the mannequin from the bottom of the dress.

The prose flowed out of me and within an hour or two I had the bones and a lot of the flesh of Lila, as I had named her. I knew I was writing something that could be perceived as a male fantasy trope, but I earnestly wanted to lift the story beyond that.

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I am not a fan of smoking, so in my conscious mind I thought, “you shouldn’t smoke,” but this young woman was an astonishing vision. Producing a lighter and lighting her cigarette would have absolutely made my day, or rather, it would have prolonged for a few seconds longer this commune with feminine beauty and sexuality the universe had chosen to send my way.

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The stream spirits are angry…

Heavy flow of rain runoff in a local creek. Swirling whitecaps.

Tumbling, violent rapids in local stream after heavy rainfall.

Closeup of churning rapids after heavy rainfall.

From this morning’s walk…

Raindrops and streaks on the trunk hood and rear window of a car.

Beacon Car Wash & Detail Center signage along the Main Street of town.

Yellow-orange rag on a tile floor.

Sticker on a gate lock plate with yellow plastic bottomed lock. The sticker depicts a cartoon robot character holding a heart with “The Clay Universe” written above.

Crab grass with raindrops in the middle of other kinds of grass.

Clam shell with a green plastic butterfly glued on it and the word “PEACE” painted on it in alternating green then blue paint. Clam shell sits on a flattop galvanized steel railing. Churning rapids in the distance.

Blue jeans, rope belt, white linen blouse and broad brim hat in shop window with partially cloudy sky reflection overlaid.

…autocomplete seems to have a prudish streak… when i type the word “phallic” the complete word never comes up… then oddly, spell check knows when i have spelled it wrong and accepts, but doesn’t suggest the correct spelling… ah!… now that i have used the word in a complete sentence it produces the word i have in mind by the time i get to phal… so really, i am the prude because I rarely use the word… by the time i get to phal… wasn’t that a Jimmy Web song?…

Laying low, resting up for the weekend. Busy arts weekend. I am reading at and emceeing a literary open mic tonight. Tomorrow I have work in two art show openings. This afternoon I get my hair trimmed and done up in a french braid for the occasion!

I find it strange to be living in a time when TV series and movies are based on video games. I’ve used computers from the moment they became affordable for the average joe or jane, but I never played video games. I felt I spent plenty enough time on computer. I didn’t want to base my down time around it…

Uggh… summer cold… first time I’ve been sick since before COVID became a thing… letting down my guard:(

Similarly, in the depths of despair the muse is likely to desert the creative artist, but the recovery period may be highly fruitful. ‘Among the writers in the Iowa Workshop study’, Andreasen reports, ‘essentially all of them reported that they were unable to work creatively during periods of depression or mania’. It is the later period, during remission, that brings the creativity…

McGilchrist, Iain . The Matter With Things: Our Brains, Our Delusions and the Unmaking of the World (p. 449). Perspectiva Press. Kindle Edition.

Creativity of all sorts seems bound up with mental illness, or perhaps more gently put, a psyche out of balance…

… it is also a common observation – which means, naturally, that while quite probably right, it will prove a test of ingenuity for some kinds of psychologist to ‘prove’ it wrong – that there is a high rate of mental illness in comedians.

McGilchrist, Iain . The Matter With Things: Our Brains, Our Delusions and the Unmaking of the World (p. 448). Perspectiva Press. Kindle Edition.

July 5, 2023 - by Heather Cox Richardson

Even more troubling was the tweet from Senator Josh Hawley (R-MO) attributing to founder Patrick Henry a false quotation saying that “this great nation was founded, not by religionists, but by Christians; not on religions, but on the Gospel of Jesus Christ.” Historian Seth Cotlar noted that the quotation actually came from the April 1956 issue of a virulently antisemitic white nationalist magazine, The Virginian.

From this morning’s walk…

White paint parking line from lower left foreground to middle of top of frame. Cracks randomly running through the line.

Trail of melted ice cream running from a clear plastic cup under a trash can at the top of the frame to a crack control joint at the bottom of the frame.

closeup of the center of a pink echinacea flower.

A black line of something tar like dribbled from the top middle of the frame to the bottom across an expansion joint in the concrete sidewalk. A triangle of brick paving to the right.

truck tire tracks on concrete sidewalk and curb. Curb running from top center to lower right in a gentle arc. Asphalt paving to the right of the curve.

#photographs #originalphotography #visualnotes #quotidian

How People Change: Psychoanalyst Allen Wheelis on the Essence of Freedom and the Two Elements of Self-Transcendence – The Marginalian

The more we are strong and daring the more we will diminish necessity in favor of expending freedom. “We are responsible,” we say, “for what we are. We create ourselves. We have done as we have chosen to do, and by so doing have become what we are. If we don’t like it, tomorrow is another day, and we may do differently.

How People Change: Psychoanalyst Allen Wheelis on the Essence of Freedom and the Two Elements of Self-Transcendence – The Marginalian

Throughout our lives the proportion of necessity to freedom depends upon our tolerance of conflict: the greater our tolerance the more freedom we retain, the less our tolerance the more we jettison; for high among the uses of necessity is relief from tension.

In case anyone here is in the area…

Images of my photographic work installed in an exhibition. Show opens this weekend.

Accordion fold book of photographs on a table top in an exhibition.

Accordion fold book of photographs on a table top in an exhibition.

Accordion fold book of photographs on a table top in an exhibition.

Accordion fold book of photographs on a table top, two framed photographs on the wall, in an exhibition.

Framed photograph grid of the ocean horizon hanging on a wall in an exhibition.

Two framed photographs at an exhibition depicting a leaf and shadow and a stone on the beach with erosion trails extending down from it.

Accordion book of photographs stretched out on a window sill at an exhibition.

From this morning’s walk…

Man walking down the sidewalk in the distance. Street crossing stripes in the foreground. One way sign and utility pole in the middle distance.

Not the decisive moment. Moments earlier the man had danced up to the utility pole and did a “Singing In The Rain” spin around it. I like that when I look at this image I see something nobody else sees.

From this morning’s walk…

American flag waving in the breeze, flying from right to left. End of flag tattered.

American flag waving in the breeze, flying from right to left. End of flag tattered.

American flag waving in the breeze, flying from right to left. End of flag tattered.

American flag waving in the breeze, flying from right to left. End of flag tattered.

I made this sequence of images because it’s my country’s birthday tomorrow. A sometimes great, sometimes not great nation built on an ideal that seems further out of reach than ever.

From this mornings walk…

Potted plant in early morning sun. Shadow is as gorgeous as the plant itself.

Because, you know, the shadow is so gorgeous…

Fresh from the market. Got some garlic scapes too. Gonna make a pesto with the garlic scapes, roast the “blooming cauliflower,” and serve them together. I think that will be quite nice…

The left hemisphere simply ignores, dismisses, and ultimately denies the existence of, anything it can’t pin down and measure.

— The Matter With Things: Our Brains, Our Delusions and the Unmaking of the World by Iain McGilchrist a.co/bYJ7t8U

This prejudice against broadly true generalisations, on the basis that we can all think of examples that don’t conform, is one of the prevalent fallacies of our age. All knowledge is uncertain, but not therefore invalid.

— The Matter With Things: Our Brains, Our Delusions and the Unmaking of the World by Iain McGilchrist a.co/bkVyR6I

I am certainly not a fan of the way wedding website designer case made its way to SCOTUS. That said, I imagine myself a website designer being approached by a white supremacist group to design their website and wonder, do I really want the government to force me to take them on as a client?