EXPLORING CREATIVE PROCESSES: PART 3 THE HARD-WIRING OF THE REALLY LITTLE GEORGIE I happen to be blessed (or cursed) with a memory bank that reaches far back into my early development phase. I have very specific memories that were burned into my naked gray matter via my tiny little virginal synapses at a very early…
EXPLORING CREATIVE PROCESSES: PART 2 WHAT’S IN YOUR GUMBO? (You are what you cook and you are what you eat) Preparing a real gumbo (or Italian Sunday Gravy for that matter. See Blog #29, “The Best Gift I Can Give”) serves as a great metaphor. If you’ve ever tasted a real gumbo made by a…
Exploring Creative Processes: Part 1 (An introduction) As we begin a creative journey on our way to some kind of tangible output, part of that process is educating ourselves on what has transpired before, no matter what particular form or genre you may be working with. We use them as references and jumping off points…
LAKE BOY TALES (Home as a “Reset” Button) I had lunch with a very old friend of mine at the Cedar House Lanes in Skaneateles yesterday. I really love the Cedar House. It’s one of the last bastions of the town I remember growing up in. The rest of it, with the exception of the…
THE LAKE BOY (An Introduction) A few million years ago, mighty glaciers migrated due south, gouging deep lake basins and creating what now look to be topographic claw marks on the face of Central New York. Or maybe it’s backside, depending on your point of view. The Iroquois also named them “The Finger Lakes”. The…
JUST STOP Today has been a day of miscommunication. I try to achieve clarity, but sometimes it feels like I’m speaking English and it’s getting interpreted as Chinese. Is that my personal “crazy”? Or is everybody else crazier than I am, and because I’m more honestly transparent about my personal crazy, it gets used against…
A Katrina Story: Part 6 The Monkey Boy Atomizes Before Katrina slammed into the gulf coast, I was a spider on the rim of a toilet bowl. After a long life of struggle, it seemed as if I had finally crawled my way to a safe place. That was not to be. The Universal Toilet…
A Katrina Story: Part 5 TUESDAY, AUGUST 30th, 2005 As we sat glued to the tube on Tuesday to witness the drowning of New Orleans, it was pretty apparent that we weren’t going to be able to go home in the near future, and we weren’t in a position to stay in hotel indefinitely either….
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