Free Thoughts from Portland, ME


Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m in Portland, ME, but I’m not writing about Portland, ME right now. I’m writing about me being tired and still writing at some weird (but, at the same time, great) “business center” in the Hampton Inn at midnight – yes, midnight. Actually 14 minutes past midnight. I’ve had my hot chocolate and my bowel movement, and it’s almost time enough for me to head back to the room and complete my slumber for the evening. Oh, more importantly I came down to the hotel’s “business center” to get some writing in, my daily dosage, actually, and I did.

        We drove something like five to six hours to get here today and tried a fantatic place for lobster. Yes, lobster, it was the entire reason we drove that long and risked that much sleep deprivation to get here. I’m still experiencing that. Tomorrow, after I wake myself from this soon-to-be-incredible slumber, there will be some sight-seeing, some more seafood, and probably …I don’t know..probably some pictures taken or two.

        Okay, bed time.

Been Rollin’…some dice


All,

Family’s been in town, and starting tomorrow, family will continue to be in town. Spring Break is how things are working out for us, and life is all kinds of good in that regard. My brother just jumped ship and headed back to ABQ today. They (he and his wife) were out partying in the Hamptons, and in the process, we all spent somewhere over 18 hours playing Dungeons & Dragons…and yes, it was spectacular. Just wanted to pass along an update.

Another set of family to arrive tomorrow night. We go to Costco and dinner before then.

More later. For now, however, I roll for a Spot Check.

The Daily Routines of Geniuses

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Harvard Business Review:

Here’s a nice piece on how geniuses work. For those of you out there who intend to spend your lives (or at least some portion of your lives) intentionally creating, may this add a mote of furthered inspiration.

Originally posted on HBR Blog Network - Harvard Business Review:

Juan Ponce de León spent his life searching for the fountain of youth. I have spent mine searching for the ideal daily routine. But as years of color-coded paper calendars have given way to cloud-based scheduling apps, routine has continued to elude me; each day is a new day, as unpredictable as a ride on a rodeo bull and over seemingly as quickly.

Naturally, I was fascinated by the recent book, Daily Rituals: How Artists Work. Author Mason Curry examines the schedules of 161 painters, writers, and composers, as well as philosophers, scientists, and other exceptional thinkers.

As I read, I became convinced that for these geniuses, a routine was more than a luxury — it was essential to their work. As Currey puts it, “A solid routine fosters a well-worn groove for one’s mental energies and helps stave off the tyranny of moods.” And although the book itself…

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When the student is ready…


I am reminded again today not to seek wisdom or knowledge simply from those dressed in elderly raiment, for it is easily guised. I have returned anew to the words of an ancient master.

 

子曰:“三人行,必有我師焉。擇其善者而從之,其不善者而改之。”

How a man may find instructors for himself.
The Master said, “When I walk along with two others, they may serve me as my teachers. I will select their good qualities and follow them, their bad qualities and avoid them.”

At all times I am embraced by the teachings of my master, and in this recognition, will in those times be prepared to learn.  I am humbled and thankful for these teachings.

 

“When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.”

Source:

 

Legge, J. Confucian Analects. http://www.cnculture.net/ebook/jingsishu/lunyu_en

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Releasing ‘Perfection’


One chip at a time.

One chip at a time.

Nothing is ever perfect on the first try,

You know why?

Because nothing is ever perfect.

The only expectation you should have,

Is one in which you will be there,

At the appointed time,

At the appointed location,

Just as you’ve told the world (as you’ve told yourself) you would be,

To again lift the dulling nib of the old iron nail,

Regaining one’s grip,

And with diligence, with focus, and a day’s more experience than the day before,

Returning to the marble slab,

And continue one’s work in yet another attempt,

As feeble as the world around you tells you it is,

At releasing the shackles of your ideal from the

Abominable grips of this dull reality.