SO - some updates, I have moved and am now once again unemployed. Just about where I was two springs ago. That summer (2012) proved to be one of the most creatively productive and fertile times in my life to date. I got the first season of Small Talk running, and brute forced my way into screen printing. I can only hope this Summer will be comparable.
My friend Johanna Wienholts is a harpist (You may remember her from the Southern Oracle, if you've known me that long), anyway, when she makes a mistake in class her harp teacher (an elderly master harpist) says, "don't worry, just go home and play it 40 more times". I love this advice/anecdote - there are so many times when the ascent of a learning curve seems overwhelming, and this is a lovely reminder that with patience and persistence comes mastery. I think it took me a literal 40 failed screens, washed out with a hose duct-taped to the faucet in the bathtub before I got one I could work with. Mastery, of course, eludes me still.
In moving out of dream house, I got rid of a lot of things. I'd say about half of everything I owned (stuff piles up fast when you have a whole house to fill and no qualms about going through other people's garbage). I tried to get friends to come by and take things, but even when all of my friends who wanted stuff had taken everything they wanted, I still had boxes and boxes of things. I put them out by the curb, put up a "free" posting on craigslist . . . and watched people show up, maul the boxes, and get in fist fights with each other over my useless crap.
Here is a photo that does not show even half the pile, as I spent most of the day afraid to leave my house - cause to reflect disappointedly on the paradox that capitalism feeds on scarcity, but so many of our problems are caused by excess.
As I went through things and decided what to keep and what to get rid of, I found myself repeatedly thinking, as I was tempted to hang on to some seldom-used object, "don't punish yourself that way." Reminding myself that these objects were not precious containers for my memories, but actual burdens that had to be physically carried around with me seemed to help. The implication that the memories themselves were burdens also, is worth considering.
This is what I kept - still seems like too much.
In other news, I've joined Site 3. They're going to house my screenprinting gear for the near future. I've also started a thingiverse, and a github for new projects, and have re-done my homepage. All still very much in-progress. This can all be considered through the lens of learning curves - "go home and do it again 40 more times".