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I have a feeling this will only make sense in my head.

That moment when you forget you had something in the oven so you rush to rescue whatever is left of it, but then you get there and the cheese is overflowing and the chicken is all “Rawwr,” and you’re like “Get over it, chicken. You’re just a chicken,” and you realize how much you miss your mom.

Does this make sense?

chicken-ham-and-cheese

This is the look I was going for, I guess. The actual end result was… well… a bit scarier.

 

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The Passenger

Okay, since I’m a little obsessed with in love with enjoying looking for new animated short films all over the interwebs, here’s another one:

The Passenger is an animated short film by Chris Jones. It was an one-man project created between 1998-2006. You can find out how and why at chrisj.com.au, where you can also see all kinds of info on the making of the film, including useless information, which was the first link I checked. What does that say about me? Never mind, better not know.

 

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Where to find inspiration

Sometimes it’s hard to find inspiration to write. I’ve been working on a few stories and I have to say, it’s taking me longer than I expected. Okay, I don’t really have that much time to work on them to begin with, but still, it’s going pretty slow.

One of the things I like to do to try to find inspiration is to surf the internet. I look for pictures and quotes that can have a connection to the story I’m writing, something that relates to one of my characters, and I save them all in a folder on my laptop. The problem is that now I have so many things in said folder I get lost.

writers-block

Any tips? How do you find inspiration?

 

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As soon as you stop wanting something…

The hard part is to sound convincing enough for long enough time so your mind will be tricked into believing you no longer want the thing you once wanted.

This is like when someone asks you not to think of an elephant. Your brain automatically forms an image of an elephant even before registering the fact that you’re not supposed to think of one.

Oy vey.

 

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Not training, but exercising.

I hate gyms. I do. Sometimes I do force myself to exercise, since it’s supposed to be good and healthy and all that. But I just think it’s a big waste of my time. I just can’t imagine myself being excited about going to the gym or even just wanting to go. I do like the bike, though. I do. I can sit there for hours reading a book. Yeah, that’s the only thing that makes me feel a bit less guilty for going to a gym. If I’m going to stay there for an hour, at least I’m going to exercise my brain. And that is something I really like.

book brain candyNot too long ago I was searching for new books at my local library and ended up getting Brain Candy, by Garth Sundem. I had no idea if the book was good or not, but how bad can it be? It so happens that I didn’t have time till today to actually read the book. I’ve just started but it’s full of intriguing information.

Do you know the books promising to keep your brain young through a training regimen of puzzles and thought exercises? (I do see the irony here, just bear with me) Well, not so easy as they make it be. Our brain creates new connections when exposed to a new challenge, but once you’ve done your nth Sudoku, your brain’s as wired as it’ll ever be. Doing more Sudoku only reinforces these existing pathways but won’t create new ones. The same with other types of brain games: crosswords, memory games, or timed math problems. If you understand how you’ll complete a puzzle, it’s too easy. Only challenging new experiences can force your brain to create new connections between cells.

I kind of like this. It’s weird, but it makes me want to go learn something new. Maybe a new language? Maybe finally getting the courage to take that Calculus class I so wanted? Who knows what the next year will bring. All I say is: bring it on! I can’t wait to learn something new.

How about you? Any exciting new challenges in your life?

 

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Grown-ups & figures. Go figure.

The Little Prince

Photo courtesy of ;Deirdreamer

“Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, ‘What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?’ Instead, they demand: ‘How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?’ Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

 

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Our odd relationship with words

“We have an odd relationship with words. We learn a few when we are small, throughout our lives we collect others through education, conversation, our contact with books, and yet, in comparison, there are only a tiny number about whose meaning, sense, and denotation we would have absolutely no doubts, if one day, we were to ask ourselves seriously what they meant. Thus we affirm and deny, thus we convince and are convinced, thus we argue, deduce, and conclude, wandering fearlessly over the surface of concepts about which we only have the vaguest of ideas, and, despite the false air of confidence that we generally effect as we feel our way along the road in verbal darkness, we manage, more or less, to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other.”

José Saramago (The Double)

 

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Drained of all energy

Got home tonight and the thought of making something to eat was just too much, so I decided to just drink something. And by something I mean a non-alcoholic beverage.

I was going to grab a coke zero, but then thought “Nah, I’m gonna drink a tea. It’s too late for coke.”

Really? Really Carol? Too late for coke?? How old are you? When did you get to the point that 9pm became too late for caffeine? You, who are so used to drinking coffee til you’re too tired that you fall asleep. You, who can drink coke all day and not postpone going to bed because of it. You, who cannot spend not even a few days without caffeine that you go crazy. Where did the time go, because apparently I missed that memo.

The thing is that I’ve being digging through my body to find what little energy I have to deal with all I have to deal. I don’t go to bed before midnight and wake up around 3 or 4 in the morning to be able to handle all the assignments from my college classes. Then I go to work and have to find patience to deal with children all day long. Then I have classes. And all this finding-energy-where-there’s-no-more is getting to me. And I finally have no more energy left.

I’m tired. No, not just tired. I’m exhausted. Yes, that’s exactly how I feel right now; exhausted. Like all energy was drained out of my body and there’s finally nothing else left. I’m depleted of all my resources or reserves. I’m done.

 

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Forgetting: not just for old people anymore.

A few years ago I accompanied my grandma to one of her lunches with her friends. My grandma was 76 at the time and all the other ladies were either 85 or 86. They said my grandma was the baby of the group, since she was so young. The lunch was very long, with each of them taking their time to chew their food and still manage to tell stories, but it was a great time. Mainly because of the stories, I didn’t care much about the chewing.

One of them started complaining because her son wanted to hire a maid to help her out during the day. How dare he. She was incredibly upset about that. She said she told her son that was not an option, because if she didn’t have the work around the house to do, she wouldn’t have enough things to occupy her throughout the day. Then another one started talking about how she had a maid and she’d send the girl to wipe the leaves of her plants. She’d send the girl to the porch (apparently she had a lot of foliage there) and give the girl a tiny cloth to go wipe the plants. This way the girl wouldn’t bother her and she could cook as she pleased.

That lead to the cooking topic. They all shared how much they loved to cook. Then one of them started saying she liked to knit while she waited for the food to be ready, but it was hard but she’d go sit down to knit and forget about the food. So one of them said “You should do what I do. Put a chair in front of the stove. This way you won’t forget about it.”

I just remembered all of that because I was sitting on my couch and though “Something smells good,” and after a second I thought “My food!” and ran to the kitchen to rescue my lunch.

Maybe it’s time for me to start putting a chair in front of the stove.

 

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Fighting yourself for yourself

Because sometimes we are our worst enemies. Because the world is already full of demons we must fight, and it’s already hard enough fighting all those attacks. But when the attack comes from inside of us, it is incredibly painful.

Have you ever had to fight yourself for yourself? Or maybe this is happening with someone you know. Maybe someone who did not win the fight. I know people who did not win the fight. People who believed their internal demons.

Today Jenny posted the following video on her blog:

I like how she says she’s glad she’s broken. Aren’t we all broken? Some in some ways, some in others, but we are all damaged somehow. Something has happened or is happening, it doesn’t matter. We are all broken. And if we are all broken, doesn’t that put us all in the same boat?

So don’t leave. I won’t if you don’t.

 

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