This is my garbage site. It's supposed to be garbage, which I'm told is
liberating. You aren't supposed to like it, or me.
I created this site because I wanted a site where I could talk about
personal shit, particularly gender politics, regular politics, and my
assorted gender issues. Goal is to write more freely/stream
of consciousness instead of trying to edit myself and play it safe. There will
be some questionable punctuation and design decisions.
"If I have peed farther, it is by standing on the shoulders of
giants."
: Trying hard things
You simply must. It’s good for the soul.
I recently tried watercoloring with my girlfriend. She can actually watercolor.
I cannot, never really took to visual art. The experience broke me. I fucked
around on an abstract design for maybe an hour then gave up and had to lie down.
So tedious, the work of constantly dipping the brush into the paint and trying
to maintain a consistent, bold color. When I woke up from my nap, she was still
only 10% done, patiently matching colors, filling in details. Utter flow state.
I can’t do that shit, but I’m glad that I tried. It gives me a greater depth of
appreciation when I look at a well-executed painting. Now I can say one thing
more than that it’s pretty. I can also marvel at the amount of effort it takes
to make two opposite corners of the painting the same exact color.
Trying watercoloring also gave me new perspective on the
hard things that I actually have learned and get paid for being good at:
writing, coding.
It’s important to try hard things. There’s meaning in it if you succeed,
and there’s meaning in it if you fail.
