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September 24, 2007

Thoughts on Creative Process

I just realized something about the creative process. Mine, at least.

I tend to get inspired from experiencing the art or vision of other creative types. It doesn't have to be in the same field of discipline as mine. And it truly doesn't have to be art per se. Sometimes it can be as simple as my own analysis of what I like or dislike about their particular vision, or my observation of how that vision plays out in the larger world.

Let me see if I can explain this.

It's as if the other creative type and I are sheets of paper or cloth, and if the other is "on fire," and brushes up against me, that tends to set me on fire as well. Then we've got two creative types on fire, each with his own "print" or tapestry to expose to the world. My tapestry is not a copy of theirs, but I need to catch a glimpse of theirs in order to set mine free — to unravel it, if you will. Or to "see" my own design and make a print of the image that is forming in my brain.

Hunh.




Thanks to M.P., M.M., and D.S. for their recent contributions
in support of this blog.




Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.09.24, 12:12 p.m. Hawaii time]


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August 28, 2007

Memoirville.com features an excerpt from my ENTANGLED LIVES memoir

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Smithmag's memoirville.com is running a feature on my new anthology, ENTANGLED LIVES, beginning today. You can read the interview with me and the other contributors HERE.

Memoirville's editor selected an excerpt from my memoir to feature on the site, which you can read HERE. [Note to family and friends: this features sexually explicit content from my direct experience, so you are hereby advised to skip it if you don't want to view it.]

You can buy a copy of ENTANGLED LIVES via Amazon, HERE, and I get a 10% commission on the sale. If you do read the book and want to review it at Amazon.com, please do so. It would really help.

In related news, I have finished the first draft of my "right-brain novel" and am hard at work on revisions with my writing coach, TONI AMATO.




Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.08.28, 3:40 p.m. Hawaii time]


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June 11, 2007

NOVEL WRITING LOG: Novelist, interrupted (36 days and counting)

Left-brain is in control today. I got a ton of mail and some of it needed attention. Consequently, I spent about an hour updating my budget and otherwise dealing with finances.

Most of my literary output today, however, was a right-brain sex scene. It had to be written, but I wasn't into writing it. So I typed it with one hand (accurately!) while I jacked off with the other. See, right-brain, left-brain, in perfect harmony ... but was it work or pleasure, heh-heh? It doesn't matter. It's a darned good scene, and that's what counts.

Today I re-read Greta Christina's honest and insightful article about her writing process, which is a good reminder to go easy on myself sometimes.

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Last night (before the cat escaped outdoors and spent the night dodging raindrops), I started reading this under-acknowledged classic, which I've been looking forward to: Link to Amazon com In Praise of Folly and Other Writings: A New Translation With Critical Commentary (Norton Critical Editions) (Paperback)

Several versions of Erasmus' timeless satiric essay are available, but I highly recommend this edition, the Robert M. Adams translation. It's very easy to read, with extensive and helpful footnotes, so you get the best of both worlds.

So, anyway, here's today's tally:


Bill's Left-Brain Novel,
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I drank more coffee than I intended to but stopped myself by giving away most of that second cup.

I watched a female cardinal do a tightrope dance along my clothesline. This is an older picture, but I'm pretty sure it's the same bird:

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And here's one of a male, so no one feels left out:

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Financial House of Surprises, Good News Dep't.:

(1) 2 unexpected single-book orders via Amazon Marketplace. It took away from writing time to fill them, but I am now about $30 richer. Speaking of which, want to support my cause? Browse my bookstore on Amazon and buy something!

(2) A check reimbursing me for some of last year's co-payments for my prescription medications. Who knew? This nearly covers the auto insurance bill that just arrived with the check. Whoopee!

It wasn't a bad day.

OK, you can probably read today's sex scene in the novel someday (what was he wanking off to?), but meanwhile, here is intimate info about me that you never knew (and didn't really want to):

My weirdest fetish is, arguably, cleaning my ear canal with a Q-Tip ... then sniffing the earwax. Woo-hoo! Why? I have no idea, but I note that it activates four of the five senses. Not tasting. Ugh. Now that would be kinky.




Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.06.11, 4:45 p.m. Hawaii time]


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June 02, 2007

ICON TACT (a work in progress)

01bullylunch

02bullyWhen a bully beats you up at school, he usually provokes you with a specious reason for the attack; it almost always involves calling you a fag. But what if it's true? What if it's not? And what if you're too young to know? What's the difference?

Yet many "believe" the bully, possibly because it's easier than 03bullystanding up for the victim. Some of them even join the bullying game. They snub you. Start rumors. Smash in your locker. Steal your lunch from under your desk and toss it around the class while the teacher isn't looking. He's a boring old coot anyhow. Let's have some fun.

04bully1When just getting from class to class (don't make eye contact) without being ridiculed (don't listen) or pushed around (pretend it's not happening) became impossible (go home and beat up the furniture), I tried to enlist grown-ups to help defend me. You can imagine how well that worked. The father of the bully who'd started the whole mess stonewalled the Vice Principal during an awkward conference with my parents: "There's nothing wrong here." (Denial.) "I don't see a problem." (Cuz I kick his ass at home – that's how he learned to do it at school.)05bullyfag

Boys will be boys, right?

06jesushatesfagsUnless you're a faggot. Then you're … something else. Kind of non-human. Kind of without rights. Kind of like beat-up furniture. Totally uncool.

Real-life evil tends to be more banal than the Biblical version, the James Bond villain version, or even the suicide terrorist version.  It doesn’t take a war to make people’s lives hell, especially a sensitive and impressionable twelve-year-old's.

07jesuslovesabully08tomcruisenotgayI was a happy child who abhorred violence. No one ever told me to be a pacifist. It just made sense not to hit others. Good boys didn't do that. Dad never kicked my ass, but neither did he teach me how to fight, or explain that someday I might have to defend myself. So my being victimized for no good reason was a surprising and uncomfortable dilemma for all concerned. How uncool.

09wilkinsexgay10haggardSo let's examine playground politics, which is where kids begin to practice the politics of grown-ups. If the victim points fingers, does that mean the victim is crying wolf? Accusing the no-longer-innocent bystanders of a conspiracy? It's not cool  to be uncool: Playground Rule #1. Also Liberal Rule #1. Yet liberals typically adore hysterical conspiracy theories, in which there is always a bully. Usually he's a James Bond villain. Mr. Big Oil, for instance. How hypocritical.

11gannonaol12gannonerguckert13gaybarshootingThe only thing that worked, even a little, was to unleash my pent-up fury on an unsuspecting bully who was yet again blocking my path one morning before eighth-grade classes. Not the original bully, but one who wasn't quite as evil, some perennial loser who'd been kicked out of my Boy Scout troop for bad behavior. After a year and a half of routine abuse, I had finally had enough. It wasn't a conscious decision; I just found myself punching him back with all the rage, sorrow, and hatred that this fucked-up school had infected me with. I was not going to lose this time. So much for pacifism.

14moscowgaymarch06215moscowgaymarch06deathtopederasts16moscowgaymarch06volker_1Once it became clear that I was winning the fight, suddenly I became "cool." Kids were cheering me on. But then I stopped it. A sharp feeling pierced me; it was roughly equal parts mercy, self-consciousness at being observed, self-disgust, and a sudden loathing and horror of humanity. In any case, totally uncool. And the crowd's howls of disapproval were chilling. I ran away, hid behind the P.E. building, and cried for an hour — not for myself, but for how lost we all were. How uncool.

17coulter18muslimsrapeswedeYet three days later, the bully approached me and apologized. That was a first. Lesson learned at last: If you're a punching bag, punch back. You'll be sore later anyway, so why be a sore loser?

19iranbeatingOnce you stop ignoring bullies, you can never really go back, though it can take years to stop smelling like a victim. I remember in college, in second semester acting class, the teacher gave us an exercise: to walk 20muslimterroristdeadat random through the large black room and make eye contact with every other student we passed. After a few minutes, the instructor told all us kids to silently pick one person to gang up on. Quickly I was pushed around the black box by the collective glare.

21rambotoym16assaultrifle24supesbatsann4a_2But, hey, presence is what it takes to make a star, right? And attaining icon status usually entails starting out as an iconoclast. Playground politics 23hulkpg4never really change. Queers are cast out because we make others uncomfortably aware of their tenuous political condition through our iconoclastic presence. This doesn't mean we freaks won't be back later in life to take away their lunch money, once we're cool. Hey, we can even charge their kids admission to watch our bully pulpit antics. Queer guys for straight eyes. How cool is that?

22yaoiWe also tend to magnify any doubts they may have about their own identity. How uncool. Yet haven't we been kind to those who have claimed to be straight — even those who lashed out at us for what they refused to see as a mirror? That's icon tact.

25fightchampsMaybe this was the problem all along, then. Maybe, back in seventh grade, I held eye contact just a moment too long with that very first bully, and it all came tumbling down to this iconoclastic rap.

"You're too trusting," Mom used to tell me. "You care too much about others."

Or not. Maybe I'm too cool for that now. What's the difference?

26rockyhurt27scabjaeger6So, hmm, stardom. I think I'll start my own journal for assault-victim outcasts. I've published magazines before. I'm sure I can find top writers who've been assaulted. The two are often inseparable. It's All For a Good Cause. They'll probably even work for free. Altruist suckers.

28dopeart129mustangforcedentryboxBully-bashed assault victims, now with their own successful journal, appear on all the usual sob-story talk shows, run their own website with their own line of awareness-raising T-shirts and bumper-stickers. Coffee-mugs. Lip-gloss. Trendy. Cruelty-free. Or not. What's the difference? As long as it's cool.

30bullypoolcue32davidgrahamgayassaultvictim34head1Billboards. Celebrity commercial spots. Everyone waving their arms about "saving the kids," yet nothing changes back at the schoolyard. Hmm, pity, that. Sniff. Oh, well, what's the difference? As long as I get my cut. Liberal suckers.

33scabajaykills35gaypornbonesawfrontPolitical correctness never packs a punch like pure and unadulterated evil. Except when it is, in fact, evil itself. Which happens often enough. Really, though, what's the difference?

 Life's packed with surprises. Sometimes the ugly queer duck turns into a beautiful gay swan. Sometimes fairy tales do come true and the two Princes live Happily Ever After.

Me and mine live in Hawaii now.

36evildead237evildead338melgibsonI expect any day now to overcome my stale and irrelevant white liberal guilt about not picking up hitchhikers here on the Island. (Don't make eye contact.) Pack of losers who can't maintain a working car on an island where one is indispensable. Dangerous psychos. Drunks and druggies. So what if some of them are not — what if they're just romantic39middlefingersalute young kids, hitching their way around the globe, out to experience life firsthand instead of through a TV or computer screen? Oh, look, they're caught in the sudden downpour. Hmm, pity, that. Sniff. Can't save the world, now, can we. (Switch on wipers, turn on air conditioning, roar on past. Pretend it's not happening.)

40libertywithagunAt the point when I've shrugged off that last twinge of self-loathing and moral discomfort, I expect to be electable to public office. (Lack of doubt is effective with the public. In other words, cool. Suckers.)

My favorite definition of "politics" goes like this:

Poli – from the Latin poly, meaning "many"
tics – from ticks; those tiny, blood-sucking, infectious parasites

Politicians routinely lie, cheat, and steal from the polity. They can't help themselves; after all, "tics" are also repetitive, involuntary movements.

41flamingflipoffIn other words, most politicians started out as bullies. A few of the truly evil ones might even be victims with misplaced rage, methinks. So, hmm, stardom. Icon status. Revenge will be sweet. Kid pro quo, baby.

42cutemayorvoteNow, gentle reader, which version of the Golden Rule should apply when I'm elected mayor? Law and the Prophets or Law of the Profits?

What's the difference?




Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.06.02, 5:45 a.m. Hawaii time]


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May 22, 2007

My Blog Dies While I Live for Art

OK, I thought I should post something here, so this will be a rare SPONTANEOUS POST. And so, to make it visually appealing, and because I like you, I'm featuring PROBABLE COPYRIGHT VIOLATIONS.

S640x480Because, really, aside from posting pictures of nekkid peoples and kute katz, isn't posting copyright violations exactly what the Internet is for?

GogosvacationI've been busy writing up a storm, and I just haven't been that interested in blogging lately.

I HOPE THAT'S NOT,
uh, like,
A PROBLEM FOR YOU.Pucker

Even if it is, I still like you for being here. How can you argue with that?

My life is great. I can't remember when I've been engaged in such an extended blur of nearly nonstop creative writing. I've dreamed of months like this. So I must catch that comet by the tail, yanno? Because we are all gonna be dead, like, real soon now, and I want to prove that I was here. Just because.

TwistshakeagogoNow, my official policy is not to tell you about anything I'm putting out
until it's real. Unofficially, though, I have a 12,000-word SEX AND DRUGS MEMOIR coming out in one anthology in early July, and a 4,000-word ARTICLE ON BOWLING IN CHURCH in an anthology coming out sometime this fall, I think. And I've been tentatively accepted into ANOTHER ANTHOLOGY for a 1,000-word erotic short short story. I don't know when that one will show up -- probably around the end of the year. But I will replace all these capitalized phrases with links when they are real, just because I like you. And if you want to order a copy of anything I've written, well, I may get a bit of extra change if you do it through my site here.

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But I'm not gonna link anything to anything right now, because it takes me more time to do that right than it does to type this SPONTANEOUS POST, even with inserting all these goofy PROBABLE COPYRIGHT VIOLATIONS, and so I want to get this posted here so that I can lie down and read something fun.

Besides, we're all tired of looking at that BOTTLE OF ODORLESS GARLIC, right? That is soooo two weeks ago.

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So here's SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD. Meet the newest member of our household. His name is Snoopy.

Yes, I know it's JUST ANOTHER CUTE TABBY CAT. I didn't say I was trying to be original here. If I really wanted to demonstrate the utter redundancy of the Internet, well, then I'd start a website called OneMillionTabbyCats.com.

Meanwhile, I've written a couple of other new things that didn't get accepted for publication (((SHOCK!))),  so probably I will be posting them here over the next
several weeks, along with one other thing that I wrote many years ago. 'Cause there's, like, a THEME comin' on. Stay tuned.

BraineatersAnyway, probably a lot of people think that this writing stuff just pours out of us so-called pros. Well, sometimes that happens, but you can't count on it. That's why PERSISTENCE is critical to success, not just in writing, but in any endeavor. Something about some very large percent of perspiration versus some very small percent of inspiration springs to my fevered mind.

I'm also hard at work on two very different novels, but it sounds so cheesy to say so because ISN'T EVERY WRITER WORKING ON A NOVEL? It's like saying you've gone fishing when all you've really done is to buy the gear. If that.

Longvacation

Oh, well. So if you don't see me posting to this blog very often for a while, it doesn't mean I don't like you anymore; it just means I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Just between you and me, five months into this, I'm still not sure why I'm doing this blog ... mostly because my writing coach told me it was a good idea, and because I thought it might bring me a new audience. In any case, I just paid for a whole year's subscription to Typepad, so it's not like I'm going anywhere. We can still be friends.

Meanwhile, I do have an INTERNET RADIO BROADCAST INTERVIEW coming up on Tuesday, June 26. You can find information on that in the left sidebar ... just scroll to my GOOGLE CALENDAR. I will post a PERMANENT LINK TO THE INTERVIEW right here in this blog post as soon as I have a URL for you to click.

Zooberlinbabypolarbear070305cMeanwhile again, here is ONE MORE CUTE PICTURE, just because.

See, the Internet isn't just for cats anymore.

Okay, I think that's it.

Hopefully it won't be so long until we meet again. But you never know.




Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.06.09, 4:35 p.m. Hawaii time]


LitBoy.com is a professional blog. Keeping it online costs me $199 per year. That's before paying me for my writing, photography, or anything else I do. If you enjoy this blog, please use the Tip Jar at the top of this page. Your two-dollar minimum donation helps keep this banner-free site alive. It's quick and easy!

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April 07, 2007

THE BIG PERSPECTIVE: Stop thinking small, start living LARGE!

"Argue for your limitations and sure enough they're yours."
   — Richard Bach, Link to Amazon com Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah (1977)

"We still attribute to the other fellow all the evil and inferior qualities that we do not like to recognize in ourselves, and therefore have to criticize and attack him, when all that has happened is that an inferior "soul" has emigrated from one person to another. The world is still full of bêtes noires and scapegoats, just as it formerly teemed with witches and werewolves.""
   — C. G. Jung, Link to Amazon com Civilization in Transition, p. 130; quoted at: Projection of the Shadow

"Man will always howl and rage / against the infinite cage."
   — me, in poem, lost and undated

"I'm not a nag, I'm a motivational speaker."
   — magnet slogan on file cabinet next to this desk right now

"You cannot be a fierce force if you're always running around apologizing for it."
   — me, in email, 2005.02.05

"Right now I'm into 'reversing questions' about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness in order to break open some new energetics. The process is simple. Instead of asking, "Why don't I have enough?" you instead ask, "Why do I have enough?" Every negative thought that percolates up from my subconscious in the last four days, I've done this Link to Amazon com Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy approach mentally, and lo and behold, this calm, relaxing sense of well-being bubbles up from inside and my shoulders let go. I like this method; I want you to try it next time you get writer's block and tell me if it works."
   — my friend Romy, otherwise known as "Leane Roffey Line " (who got inspired after getting Link to Amazon com The Great Little Book of Afformations [sic] by Noah St. John and Denise Berard (ISBN 0-9715629-6-2) from a close friend for her birthday on March 17. The statement (in email, 2007.04.01 a/k/a April Fool's Day), is her synthesis of what they had to say.

Okay, so I didn't wait until I had writer's block. I keep having writer's blog.

Hee haw.

I sit typing at this window, and in the morning, birds might fly across the yard and momentarily rest near me on the other side of the glass. Sometimes I get the camera raised and focused soon enough, sometimes not. Due to the zoom lens' delay, I just missed a shot of a particularly beautiful bird, which would have been my first picture of a mynah. So I said to myself, "Maybe the oncoming generation of new digital cameras will be faster at this. Maybe I should get one." And then, without even thinking, I said out loud, "This camera is good enough. I get lots of good bird pictures." (Click on my birds link, HERE, and you'll see what I mean.)

So I think I'm using this "reversing questions" technique a lot already.

I'm also pushing myself to lead life from an even less defended position than I already do. So far it's working well. It feels like I'm gearing up for yet another quantum leap in psychic growth sometime down the line (six months to a year, I'm guessing). I can see new cracks forming in the current perceptual façade — even as I write this article.

In other words, my reverse-thinking friend's perceptual shaking-up exercise has been shaking up things for me here in lava-land this week, boosted by a three-day visit from one of the most active reverse-thinkers I have ever met.

Yet even the visitor, who is highly scrupulous and honest, seems blindsided at times by confirmation bias and ego projection.

It's tough not to be. It was also tough for me to be such an active listener for three days, despite plenty of experience with other highly verbal, extroverted thinking personalities. To complicate matters, I have a giant ego too. Or not. To paraphrase "Karma Chameleon," I come and go. How do you measure an ego, anyhow? Is it based on the strength of one's need for attention? Or how cranky the observer is on a given day?

In fact, here's an ingenious little reminder you can use, the next time you catch yourself having a difficult moment. I just made this up. Whenever you feel the need to find a SCAPEGOAT — for anything! — ask yourself:

Where's my

SCAP   <—click this!

EGO

AT?

In other words, what am I at war with, within myself?

Right now?

(Re-read the Jung quote at Projection of the Shadow if you need further information.)

Because this is the kind of reverse-thinking that's going to keep us from getting into World War 3. I mean it.

(But humorously, folks:)

Every mind needs candy.


So this is my gift to you today, a mind-candy mnemonic designed to short-circuit your mind-gamey [squawk! phew!] ego. No more scapegoats! (Hmmm, and goats smell pretty gamey, too, come to think of it.... Hens and goats; do they sound [or stink] like anyone you know?)

I like myself as I am, clown-shoes and all. But self-importance makes it hard for me to hear others. With my guest, though, I pushed myself not to tune out, and it really worked. So even though my extroverted side is out of practice (and not particularly strong to begin with), the visit was highly invigorating.

Remembering the Aloha Spirit LAW helped me meet the challenge, although I've noticed this week how sketchy my hearing and retention can be, whenever someone is steadily talking into my ear while I'm concentrating on driving. So at times I experienced mental overload and missed cues, even though the conversational content was rich and I didn't want it to stop.

(Some, stretching a metaphor nearly to its breaking point, would identify this as my "addictive behavior," whereas I would reply that I was merely raising the bar on my willingness to split focus while remaining in control of my vehicle. See what I mean? Unless you can somehow free yourself from your usual context, every perception will suffer from confirmation bias. To free yourself, allow yourself to get lost at least once whenever you travel somewhere new. Solitude works best for this. Ask a stranger — yes, a stranger! —  for directions, and follow the yellow brick road.)

Our interaction entailed a rapid, nearly constant cross-referencing of my brain's contents with my guest's, and while the high level of quantity and quality was at times exhilarating, at other times it nearly wore me out. Yet persistence pays, and you are reading part of the dividends right now. The experience brought to mind Ladybird Johnson's description of LBJ: "He's just more."

Thus I was called to draw upon a much greater degree of extroverted thinking and extroverted sensing in three days than I am used to in a typical week of solitude here. I'm quite used to free-associating for long stretches of time and rarely interacting with others for hours, if not days, at a time. It's delicious.

So I have a question for you, reader: Do you think that we tend to be better multitaskers when we are younger? Or is it simply that we have more energy and thus can get more done overall? I don't know whether I'm imagining that it was easier to be more interactive then, and to concentrate on more than one thing at a time, or whether I am more focused now and less overcommitted. In any case, I am beginning to realize how distracted I must have been in my twenties, to have multiple giant commitments in motion around me at all times, requiring a constant division of my attention. I probably didn't even notice.

Okay, some observations now:

  1. Akin to Emily's epiphany in Thornton Wilder's Our Town, most of what we call our "experience" —  including this post! —  is a half-remembered, half-submerged history we embellish to convince ourselves that we are perceptually accurate, morally correct, mentally sound, factually complete enough, interesting enough to be listened to, etc. (i.e., "okay"), when it is in fact mere wish-projection. This is most true when we blame others for faults we fail to see within ourselves. It's that SCAP EGO A-Talkin'.
  2. Yet this is not even the distorting lens of retrospect (that so-called "20-20 hindsight") at work; that would be tragicomic enough, yet most of us simply don't pay enough attention at the moment of interaction to accurately see (perceive) much of what is really going on around us in the first place. We are too busy planning our next speech, or thinking back on something we remember badly, or cross-referencing mentally with others. So we try to fill in the gaps by remembering what wasn't even there. Yet this is what passes for truth. (NOTE: As driver, I was often aware of a magnificent scenic moment that flickered past, and which my friend did not observe because he was busily —  and happily, for that's the main thing after life and liberty (so they say) —  thinking out loud. So we got to share his moment, but not our moment, if you follow my meaning. Sharing a rich and full mutual moment often entails both parties' being present and silent, inside and out. Sharing a joke may be the best exception to this rule. Sharing a song is probably a close second. All of this, of course, depends upon the level of mutual pleasure of the experience. The consistent inability to achieve such moments — I refer to them sometimes as "the moments between the moments" —  accounts for the failure of most long-term relationships.)
  3. Often I had a sense of déjà vu, due to my having driven around another hyper-thinking friend while in this identical tour-guide role, even over many of the same roads, back on August 1.
  4. Conversely, I found myself saying "I don't know" nearly constantly this week. When I was younger, not knowing something used to bother me to the point of guilt; it doesn't bother me so much anymore. (Such is the bargain of aging.) I find it very difficult, not to mention treacherous, to feign knowledge; actually, it's quite repulsive to me because it's a form of lying and cheating. That's bully behavior.
  5. Those with the clearest integrity of thought and action are the least likely to be in positions of political power because that kind of power is typically sought by men and women who prefer setting agendas for others to experiencing life from a position of observation and inquiry. Oh, and most politicians started out as bullies. Someone, give me funding for a study, access to the poli-ticks, and a polygraph machine, and I will prove this. (Dream on, LitBoy! But you can leave me a penny for my thoughts, anyhow, in the Tip Jar — it's at the top of this page.)
  6. Just before we departed the other evening, I treated my friend to ice cream. Later that night, I told hubby that someday I will reach a point at which my force of character (visually aided by a bit of gray hair) will be so strong that all I will have to say to discourage distracting people is to look them in the eye and state, "You don't want to make an old man angry," and they will just drop it, whatever "it" may be. I did a coded version of this at the ice-cream store, when I told the chatty employee that I'd had a grueling day and I wanted to eat my ice-cream cone in peace. He understood, and set about closing up the shop instead. This will happen more.
  7. So why wait to be old? I deserve that much respect right now. Sold.

I'm not a scientist, although I have gone through several major life-stages characterized by a habit of testing boundaries (perceptual as well as more subjective-moral-societal ones). Mostly this has served me well. (Thus stated an astute therapist to me once. He did not seem to intend it as a compliment.)

So ... is it a canonical piece of scientific inquiry to examine defective functioning in order to determine what is normal? How do we know this works? Wouldn't this process give rise to many cases of simply ignoring the obvious? How much of the time do we need to compare apples to oranges in order to understand apples? OTOH, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, that could still mean that it only appears to be a duck, right? Especially nowadays.

Isn't perception a product of our categorizing brain at least as much as it is of the five senses? For example, my hyper-thinking friend says he is afraid of swimming in the ocean, although he did discriminate between a fear of sharks versus whales at one point. He claims he's more afraid of the whales. Why is it that we can formulate theories, likely scenarios, and opinions (formed by us, or likely in our minds to have been formed about us by others — ah, the house of mirrors!) without needing direct sensory experience? Sharks versus whales? A man being attacked by either during a swim is a pretty unlikely scenario. This is imagination in action, right? Isn't imagination a perception just as much as any sensory input? So why is confirmation even necessary in order to have a perception? That's putting the cart before the horse. How do we ever really know for sure, anyhow, when a perception is "valid?" Validity is subjective. Any conflation of "information" and "meaning" destroys objectivity. A cognitive process does not equate to objectivity, either. (I'm sure that the logical-fallacy camp has a rejoinder for that one, boiling down to some "proof" akin to: "'Everything's subjective, nothing can ever be proven for sure' is a load of crap." You can visit Maturana on Cognitive Strategies if you're ever curious to hear a contrasting point of view. Be prepared to engage your brain and take your time.)

So much of what we perceive is based on confirmation bias rather than direct experience anyhow. Why do we so often create inaccurate expectations of outcome? Sometimes that happens because we see what we want instead of what's right in front of us. If you thought that George W. Bush wouldn't get re-elected, then it is possible that you suffered from confirmation bias. We all miss evidence constantly. It's Stone Age wiring in action: magical thinking, overconfidence, or "psyching ourselves up" to take on anything difficult and potentially life-threatening, such as hunting  big, scary animals (then) or war (then and now). A more rational approach would dictate self-preservation; save yourself, then worry about the village.

So if confirmation bias is hard-wired into our species, then arguably, it could have won George W. Bush a second term as the leader of the so-called free world, by appealing to an electorate's emotions; i.e., the need to believe "we" are invincible. (And yet somehow "we" invincibles are supposed to feel threatened by Weapons of Mass Destruction? Wow, talk about a perceptual gap... and a stunning display of SCAP EGO.)

Oh, and how to start living large? You mean, the self-help portion of this rap? Aside from all of it, already? Well, that's the simplest part, right here:

Step 1. Just keep doing the next right thing.

Step 2. When you are not sure what that is, ASK SOMEONE YOU TRUST.

...and if there's no one around whom you can trust, then ask yourself: why the fuck not?

Don't forget to check where your SCAP EGO is AT.

Oh, and the next time you find yourself starting to settle for less than you deserve, ask for more instead. That's one more secret.

You may not get what you want, though.

You may not need it anyhow.

...but once you can learn to discriminate reliably between a want and a need, you'll be truly invincible. Bigger than life.



Wishing you a beautiful, wise and foolish day,

Bill Brent


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April 06, 2007

VERBOXIOUS: the trouble with words. Post #3, 2007.04.06

a feature of LitBoy.com about the trouble with words

I am nice because I should be. I am kind because I want to be.

If that doesn't immediately make sense to you, then think of "nice" as "pleasant," and "kind" as generous.

This is my way of discriminating between when I feel obliged by custom and convention to be pleasant, which often I don't enjoy doing, and when I feel at choice to offer assistance and support to those who need it, or who don't need it but might appreciate the gesture anyhow.

So I am posting this as a reminder to myself about the difference, and perhaps to provoke some conversation about when we are at choice versus when we unwittingly do or say pleasant things that we don't really mean. Feel free to submit a comment with examples from your everyday life, and I will post anything I like.

That's a pun. What if we all just posted anything we liked? Wouldn't the world be a more honest place? We all dislike insincerity, especially when it is directed at us, yet it is so easy to slip into being insincere that we may not even realize we are doing it. Insincerity is a mild form of dishonesty, and perhaps the most pervasive.

So I am picking on the word "nice" in particular because it is so abused wherever I go. "Have a nice day" became the tritest, most ridiculed phrase of the 1970s, at least where I lived. Niceness thus became trivialized and denuded of sensuality — antiseptic. Now there's a word for you — antiseptic. It's rather anti-sceptic, if you ask me. Skepticism has been pummeled into defensiveness in many quarters. Being a skeptic isn't nice. Questioning life, the universe, and everything (authority, perhaps) looks good on a bumper-sticker, but how many of us walk the talk?

Merriam-Webster tells us that "septic" means "of, relating to, or causing putrefaction." In other words, decay. I have a problem accepting decay as a natural and necessary part of the environment when it crosses the threshold into my home. We live in the Hawaiian rainforest in a house that, this winter's rains revealed, has a leaky roof above the entryway and living-room areas. So right now, we have a mushroom fungus growing out of the ceiling. Not so nice. So the first day I spotted that, I demanded that my partner (the title holder) look into getting the roof fixed. Not very nice, perhaps, but very practical indeed. And certainly sincere. We'd had some warning signs (black mold growing on the white rafters) but as yet had taken no action toward resolving the issue.

Often we avoid resolving issues with others because we are determined to be nice at all costs. Yet all this face-saving doesn't go very far, if at all, toward facing up to our problems and resolving them. So, ultimately, we're only hurting ourselves anyhow when we try to avoid hurting others. Cutting off your nose to spite your face isn't very nice, now, is it?

The way to resolve this dilemma is to look for the greater kindness that results in being direct rather than avoidant. The universe tends to grant us what we need when we take good care of ourselves. (If you prefer the Judeo-Christian version, then you can say that God helps those who help themselves.) Being kind to yourself is easy. We often confuse it with selfishness, though. Yet healthy people, in my opinion, put their needs before the needs of others. This is not to say that you should ignore others' needs. That's where kindness comes in. So take some for yourself, and give some to others. Or, as Melody Beattie has said, "Self-care sometimes means 'me first,' but usually, 'me too." Being kind to yourself is fundamental to leading a happy life, rather than letting an unhappy life lead you around by the nose, and into decay. That stinks.

However, there are some people who don't want to be happy. It's obvious. They may claim otherwise, but their actions betray their lack of commitment to happiness. So the kindest thing to do for yourself is not to engage with them at all, or as little as possible. I once had to do this with a family member who was severely abusive to me in a verbal manner. At that point, her lack of respect for my autonomy (freedom of choice) had so deteriorated that it was impossible for me to be kind or even nice to her any longer. So the ultimate kindness to both of us, since she was so clearly unhappy with me, was to cut her off. I have never regretted this decision for more than a few moments now and then. It always passes quickly.

Ask yourself who deserves your kindness. It's your life. Don't be so nice.

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