August 25, 2007

OCD is a weird disease

Okay, so I found this book in the craft section of Barnes and Noble the other day. It didn't take long to know that I had to own it.

It's called "Wreck this Journal: To Create is to Destroy", by Keri Smith, and it's basically a "journal" of sorts, but the kind where each page is an opportunity to do damage to the book. For example, one page instructs me to tie a string around the spine of the book and take it for a walk, letting it drag along behind me.

This book is pure genius, and is perfect for someone like me. I like to consider myself an artist, but in truth I create very little. I stare at a blank canvas and agonize about what to put on it, afraid to taint it with anything less than perfect. Unless an idea is clear and distinct in my head, and I know it's something I can do, I don't create much of anything. I never just let my imagination go without restraint.

However, this book is an exercise in destroying; in purposefully making something NOT perfect. And in the process, I hope, my creativity can take flight, and my canvases will not be blank.

Here's where my OCD comes in. There are pages that tell me to eat things that stain and then paint with my tongue, or document what I had for dinner by actually smearing parts of it into the page. But today I discovered that I had done this by accident, and I was devastated. The book had been in my canvas tote bag, where yesterday a small to-go box full of sweet potato fries had also been. Apparently, one of those fries escaped, and hid itself in my book. Now there are grease blots covering a good 15 pages, and I cannot bear to look. DS laughed and told me how ridiculous I was being, and he's right. It is, after all, the point. But somehow the accidental destruction of my book is much different than the intentional destruction of my book...

Well, as the warning at the front of the book says, "You may grieve for the perfect state that you found the book in." And it's true, I do. But it also says, "You may begin to see creative destruction everywhere. You may begin to live more recklessly." So I shall attempt to use this as a creative opportunity.

I have such faith in the concept of this book that I want to start buying it for every person I know who's even the slightest bit creative. And even for people who aren't necessarily creative. And especially for people with a tendency towards perfectionism, like myself.

If you feel like you need a little creative destructivism in your life, or maybe you just need something that's okay to destroy to release some tension, you can get the book here.

August 20, 2007

Not a month! Ha!

I know what you all were thinking. "It's almost been a whole month since she's updated! A few more days, and I'm calling her on it." Beat ya to it, suckers!

I'm moved in, I love my apartment, and I'm too lazy to take pictures and upload them. The cats used the move as an excuse to find new ways to annoy us.. like waking me up at 3:30 am. Every. Morning.

Here are some random lists. Just cause.

Top 5 Songs That Keep Running Through My Head and Making me Want to Kill Myself:

1. The Farmer in the Dell (specifically, the line of "The cheese stands alone")
2. There was an old lady who swallowed a fly
3. Party - Nelly Furtado
4. Maybe it's only those three... but I think the cheese stands alone over and over and over counts as three.

Top 5 Things Currently Swallowing my Time

1. August 30th deadline at work (10 + hour days and weekends sometimes too... YUCK)
2. Photoshop on my mac = heaven
3. Setting up a dedicated craft space. Now who's going to tell me to clean up my mess? Nobody, that's who!
4. Reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman, and in fact, Neil Gamon's books in general. Pure genious.
5. Rome, Season 1. Holy Crap. Why have I never had HBO?