Two things: 1. It's weird starting to blog in the mornings. Last night I felt like my day was missing a step and I planned to do a "just this once" blog, but couldn't stay awake long enough to have my thumbs type anything with a modicum of sense. So that decision was a good one. And now I am using my laptop and not my phone so have no excuse for mis-spellings and bad grammar. Hmmm....maybe I should rethink this. What shall not change, I'm sure, are run on sentences. Sorry Mom (English Major, Grammar Expert Turned Microbiologist - aren't those some shoes, or pencils or microscope lenses to fill...?) 2. How much more will jazzercise be referenced, as I am typing this pretty much after my 6am dance your ass awake morning routine. A jazz related question that has been pondering me for a while, but I usually get distracted by the day and forget about it. Has anyone accidentally punched themself in a routine? I have gotten it to where I can feel the air moving around my face and always want to know the answer to this question. I thought about it often in January when beloved Obama was leaving office. At that point we were doing a lot of strength routines involving air punches and kicks. I imagined a Chester Cheetah stand in and noticed my routine improved considerably as I came close to knocking myself out more than once.
Probably one of the reasons I have liked evening posts is I have a day to cull material from. Last night when I got home I started watching the curling championship. It was remarkably relaxing in a way. A bit mesmerizing. I of course started nicknaming them. Nail-biter, Virgin, & Stud Muffin are my three favorites. It was also a way to procrastinate the horrific job of folding laundry.
What I started thinking about was perception and how important to remember that I along with pretty much everyone else really is a self-centered narcissist.
It goes back to my blog from yesterday about having to separate my company from me. Even as I type that I hope MK discos til dawn and I just need to buckle down and work there is another part of me that is so proud that this is happening to me now. And that pride is not only for the prestige of the locale, but also for my personal leaps and bounds. I expect that people should bow down to me and say: "Christina, you are a supreme ceramic goddess who is able to transform mountains and create beauty out of bile. Instead of turning in their graves out of shock and horror all the great artist and artisans are turning in their graves in celebration that YOU are carrying their torch so successfully into the future..." Good Lord! That is some serious ego stroking expectation. And what I need to do is bring myself back down to earth (earth, clay, ceramics, ha!) and kick myself in the ass and remind myself that what seems like crossing the rubicon or parting of the red seas to me personally is just a cool opportunity that could be a great opportunity if I work hard and play my cards right to others. And that some people think some of the perameters of this project are a bit ridiculous, which they kind of are, but to me in a super fun way! I get to make work that is unlike the work I make for myself and my business. I wonder if it will be like teaching in which I learn from watching how my students ask or make?
How does this all relate to curling and how could 5-10 minutes of curling watching bring on this deluge you ask? Simple really. From an outside perspective curling is in appearance a ridiculous sport, shuffle board on ice. But to those doing it it a serious practice with its own philosophical ethos, practice schedule, ups and downs. To me it's a fun way to wind down and make up silly nicknames and situations for the participants and for them it's a career and a lifelong dream. Pot, Kettle for me and my adventures going forth with MK. To me it's incense and myrrh and to others it's just some smelly sticks that either are cool, indifferent, a bit too smelly, or repulsive.
This perhaps sounds like a depressed way to start forth my day of claying, but is how it is. Of course I want approval, maybe will get some, and maybe won't. But the reality is I get to go off for some mad adventure in my own world, get swirl girl working on a new project, unload granny and figure out how to get Swarovski crystals in teacups without going too too too tacky.
Ha det alle sammen! Keramikk kunst, Jeg kommer!
The reality of Möbius K's adventures
C's 10pm curling break.