Without a plan

  The prompt for this lesson was a quote on creativity from Alan Alda (an actor known for M*A*S*H).  I’ve extracted just the part that feels most personally important: the “not quite knowing what you are doing.”  I’m so accustomed to having a plan, to knowing where I am going, how I’m getting there, what I need for the journey – literally and figuratively, acting from a place of confidence.  But it’s been clear to me for more than a year now that I need to do something new, and I’ve been totally stymied.  I don’t have a sure-fire plan …

Trying Something New

The last art class I took was probably in high school. I don’t remember liking it much; in fact, I don’t remember much about it at all. I do still have the mouse I copied/enlarged with a grid technique (put a 1 inch grid over an existing work and render it square by square on a larger grid), but if there was more than that in a one semester class, I don’t recall. What I remember is going into class convinced I was no good at art and leaving class confirmed in that belief. Art was something you either had …

Reclaiming Car Space

When the designers sat down to reshape our neighborhood so many years ago, I think they must have forgotten certain details of human nature. Turns out that if you build a oval park and completely surround it with roads, sooner or later drivers will think it looks a lot like a race track and drive accordingly. This is especially problematic when there’s a park in the middle, with a porous border leaking kids chasing runaway balls. Somehow we got lucky. Not only has no one been hit near our Central Park (although there have been close calls), but there are …

Where do we go now?

It seems quiet here today. Caitlyn’s FIRST Lego League team had a field trip to Highline’s Marine Science and Technology Center, and even the kids seemed subdued, somewhat surprising for a handful of geeky 12 year olds. We parents carried on, shellshocked, exhausted, grieving. I expect there will be many, many conversations to come, but everything I could think of to say to people today sounds like empty platitudes in my head, so there were many moments of just looking at each other. “Yeah…” one of us says. “Yeah,” the other one responds. Shock. Anger. Denial. Depression. Bargaining/Compromise. Adaptation. This …

Playing with Other People’s Toys

Recently, Caitlyn got a weekend with her grandparents and met her grandmother’s Saori loom. Sharing the results of her explorations was the very first thing she wanted to do when we arrived on Sunday evening to collect her. Then, because she was *that* excited, she insisted that I meet the loom as well. I may have spent the rest of the evening weaving. I had a small lap loom when I was a kid, and I remember generally liking weaving with it. I didn’t really pursue it beyond that, never really figuring out what to do besides repetitive stripes or …