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One of the (ironically self-referential) insights that I’ve finally acquired is that life tends to keep re-presenting the same lessons until you – uh, you know – learn them. (Examples that spring to mind? That finishing the whole family-size bag of crisps is rarely so gratifying in aftermath as it is in prospect. That if you’re vaguely unhappy today, then [ . . . ]
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I’ve often written, on this blog and elsewhere, about the utility of routine: the good habits that let you get over the getting-started hump or past the blank-page anxiety and into your creative stride.
When I started this blog, more than a year ago now, I set myself a somewhat punishing daily-posting schedule. For a while, I [ . . . ]
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“Actually, I jade very quickly. Once is usually enough. Either once only, or every day. If you do something once it’s exciting, and if you do it every day it’s exciting. But if you do it, say, twice or just almost every day, it’s not good any more.”
– Andy Warhol
So here I am again, after a long [ . . . ]
→ Read More: Next?
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One of the dubious privileges of getting older is that one’s more intransigent neuroses start to become like old friends: “Ah, there you are again. We have to stop meeting like this…”
In my case, the most irritating of these ambivalent companions is my Packing Phobia. Nothing throws me into a state of profound agitation like the process [ . . . ]
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On Wednesday, I spent an absorbing morning at the Surgeons’ Hall Museums in Edinburgh (which I commend to you, particularly if your childhood was as saturated with morbid curiosity as mine was).
While there’s a definite and unsurprising intensity to the experience of looking at disembodied, often graphically diseased chunks and slices of human anatomy, it’s fair to [ . . . ]
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Any regular reader of these pages will know how inspired I am by constructive enthusiasm, and how infectious I find it. Unfortunately, I’m also equally likely to be infected by enthusiasm’s dark opposites, apathy and obstructive negativity. Confronted by these, I get demoralised extremely quickly – not least, I fear, because reactively negative people remind me of my own [ . . . ]
→ Read More: Those inner demons, Doom and Gloom
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For somebody who ostensibly loves, plays and even writes music, I seem to spend remarkably little time listening to it. It’s an irony, given my geek credentials, that the reason for this is partly technological.
The only half-decent sound system we have is the one attached to my server – a good soundcard, plus a nice bassy triple-speaker setup. [ . . . ]
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Today is the first time in a long while that I feel I’ve almost caught up with myself: no longer rushing from one seemingly urgent task to the next in a process of perpetual triage.
I don’t know why I should have this sudden sense of breathing space, because I still have the usual stacked-up pile of things [ . . . ]
→ Read More: A delicate hint