I am a fact motivated person. Maybe fact isn’t the right word–I naturally connect trivia to other trivia. I compulsively share them. I’m trying to connect with people like someone might talk about sports, or new diets, or astrology.
If I am having a conversation, there’s often a flare up of something I’m reminded of. It could be a metaphor or a scientific principle, or a story I heard on a podcast. I call it ‘bus stopping.’ My thoughts are a bus on a big, dark metropolitan bus network, that when I’m talking, will suddenly light up and the bus will stop at 30 bus stops at once. I can’t help myself from talking about the bus stops as they come up.
I’ve come to accept bus stopping in myself, and understand it’s not for everyone. Those people who don’t like it should run from a conversation with me because I can’t stop it. My loving family has a cruel impression of me, pointer finger up, droning about the beauty of mathematics. You know you’re something if there’s a caricature of you.
But I like these bus stops, and like describing them. I also have recently learned about meta-knowledge from “On Being Certain” by Robert A Burton (bus stop!), or how we know that we know something, what is that feeling like. These facts and trivia are lying dormant in my mind, until someone triggers the bus network, and I remember all that I know.
I’ve started to list some of these bus stops in my notes. and will start to write little blurbs about them. Map out the bus network.
The name is sort of low-hanging fruit, no?
I was asked to run an art project for my company’s corporate retreat (read: debauched psycho reunion, very fun). The idea was that it could be collaboratively done by a steady stream of distractible people, some who would like to contribute but not be tied down in case the bar opened.
I searched around for such a project and found a good one for “older primary children.” That roughly equals drunk adults. It’s worth it to mentioning the beautiful art it’s based on, Will and Caro.
But we needed a test first. So my roommate and I did some planning and dragged our idea to the park.
Above, Alice struggled with the supplies, and we set up the instructions for passersby. We were testing how hands off we could be.
Pretty basic instructions, that weren’t very well followed. Which means they weren’t very good instructions.
We set up a bench made of a pine board and Home Depot Buckets (a classic Madelyn Freed move). Some children are very good at origami! Some are very bad.
Mostly parents with children came by, as they were glad for the distraction. Everyone else thought we wanted money so avoided us at all cost. It became clear very quickly that people needed a lot of origami help, and then could place the butterflies on their own.
There wasn’t enough time to finish the test, but it was everything I needed to know. I was ready to do my favorite thing–painting huge canvases in a hotel room.
I was up all night making a huge, contained mess. I was in bliss.
I carefully taped the grid where the butterflies would be, then did some photoshoppery to decompose the final image into colored pixels.
I had a final pixel image that I mapped out, and labeled each cell with it’s corresponding color.
I had help from volunteers, told them what to do, and then just left to drink and hang out with my business crush.
They were doing great! Nearly done, and perfectly timed.
Me and a committed friend finished up the logo right before I had to run to the airport, but the final product looks very nearly like the peach it’s supposed to be!
It worked! Everyone who participated felt like they had done something significant, even if they only made one butterfly. And now it’s hanging up in Atlanta, looking fresh.
My favorite Siberian Folk Choir
I only know one Siberian Folk Choir but they are the best. I’ve linked my favorite track. You can see them if you can get to Skokie, IL next weekend.
The talent show is a performance/party where participants read things they created as children. It is beyond fun.[gallery columns="2" ids="61,59,60,62"]
After everyone has bared their souls a little bit, we drink and talk. People with no reason before to talk have so much to discuss. We had a crackling fire and mulled wine. There’s nothing better.