We Of The Craft Are All Crazy – Things From The Pages Of My Notebook

It’s been a little while since I’ve done one of these – you can read the first one here if you like – and I was going through my notes today anyway, so I thought I’d share with you some choice pickings. If anything peaks your interest and has you reaching for your own notebook, or opening up a tab to further investigate something, I’d love to know!

Things From The Pages Of My Notebook

Share The Ballad Of Sedna by Rose Polenzani. /

Share how good peanut butter and blueberry sandwiches are. / Next time you’re making a peanut butter sandwich and have some blueberries to hand, add them in. The combination is divine, and works especially well with crunchy peanut butter.

De Lebertas Quirkas – The Freedom To Be Peculiar. / I very much appreciated leaning about this ‘mock Latin phrase’ and unofficial motto of the Fremont neighborhood in Seattle.

Lines from Gretel Ehrlich’s book The Future of Ice: A Journey Into Cold. /

“Time in the Arctic beats to another clock.”

“Nature is the only true artist. And we are all its apprentices.”

“We humans with our blunted senses know so little about things.”

“Night is a regular uncertainty.”

“It takes the rest of the day to get warm.”

It doesn’t get any less scary. All that happens is that you have less life left. It helps if you do your falling early, and it really helps if you do your reaching early. / Words of wisdom from author Mary H.K. Choi.

For those who prefer to take the back roads home. / This is a dedication from Gale Straub’s book She Explores. I just loved it. I also happen to be one of those folks who always prefers taking the back roads.

Bravery can be messy. / Another line from Gale Straub.

Write about my infatuation with snow globes. / This infatuation originated in childhood. My Nanna had a snow globe with a swan inside. It slowly turned around and played a pretty, tinkling tune. It had a motor that helped the snow move, so you didn’t need to shake it. I remember the snow globe being quite heavy, so if I’d needed to shake it every time the snow settled, my little hands definitely would have ended up dropping it.

Whenever we visited my Nanna, I’d make a beeline for this snow globe. She had it displayed all year round. If left to my own devices, I could sit and watch it all day. Thinking about it now, I wonder where it ended up. (I’m doing a quick search on Ebay now to see if I can find the model…*Update, I can’t find it.)

Even the tackiest snow globes that used to materialize in our home – Nanna never had a tacky one though – always used to hold me captivated. Despite this infatuation, I’ve never actually looked into the history of snow globes, though I intend on being pretty well informed by the end of the week, thrillseeker that I am.

The road to hell is paved with works in progress. / Feeling this quote from Phillip Roth.

There are only two ways to live your life. One as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. / Thanks for this, Einstein. I’m attempting the later everyday.

Centuries of centuries and only in the present do things happen. / Jorge Luis Borges.

Sila. / A Greenlandic word meaning weather and consciousness.

Life: An intermittent fever between long lapses of quiet. / Roberto Calasso.

Snowflakes actually start off all alike; it is experience that makes each one different enough to be noticed. / From Five Windows On The Season by Adam Gopnik.

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity. / I’ve read this quote from Thoreau dozens of times over the years, but it was thanks to Cal Newport’s book Digital Minimalism that I encountered it again, and this time I thoroughly mulled it over. This mulling led me to buying Thoreua’s book Walden. On a somewhat somber but fascinating note, the final things Thoreau said when he was dying from tuberculosis were: ‘now comes good sailing’ and the words ‘moose’ and ‘Indian.’

We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched. / I started reading a sample from the book Touched With Fire: Manic Depressive Illness and the Artistic Temperament, and encountered this quote from Lord Byron.

All poets are mad. / Robert Burton.

Digital for productivity; analogue for creativity. / Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes to this from Rae Ritchie.

Check out the #AMWRITING PODCAST / I’ve said it before, I’ll say it now, I’ll undoubtedly tell you again in the future, but I’m extremely selective when it comes to podcasts. EXTREMELY selective. I can count the podcasts I actually thoroughly enjoy on one hand. Perhaps I’m just really shit at finding decent podcasts, I dunno.

Anyway, My friend Sarah at Unquiet Things (who is as selective about her podcasts as I am) had this to say in her post Five Small Sources Of Joy, and I agree wholeheartedly: ‘There’s nothing I hate more than listening to two people rambling off-topic and amusing themselves with a whole bunch of inside jokes. There’s a fine line between two friends who are having a good time and keeping their audience amused, entertained, and informed, and two friends who record themselves because they think they are hilarious but no one outside of the two of them knows what they are laughing about.’ I haven’t, as yet, checked out #AMWRITING but I’m really, really hoping that when I do, I love it, and get enough out of it that I’ll want to listen to all 250 episodes. I’ll let you know.

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  1. “On a somewhat somber but fascinating note, the final things Thoreau said when he was dying from tuberculosis were: ‘now comes good sailing’ and the words ‘moose’ and ‘Indian.’” My mom used to read a lot of Thoreau and I remember her mentioning that about “moose and “Indian”. Do you know who was present when he was dying? I’ve seen some books about the weird mental states people can be in when they’re dying and it freaks me out. They see ghosts. I guess it could be a good or bad experience. There’s a certain loss of control about it that’s unnerving.

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