Watching: Elizabeth Gilbert’s TED Talk on creativity, where she says that, in Roman times, it’s not that you were a genius but that you had a genius. Like a little helper who lived in your walls and spread inspiration juice on your projects. That. Is. Amazing. And would make me feel so much better about being a dunce, if I could just pass off those moments of staring at the blinking cursor as “My creativity elf is NOT doing its job today.”
Listening: to This American Life on Saturday and learned about another aspect of human oddity, i.e., how people dealt with the closing of Circuit City. Customers tried to squirrel away their merchandise under other products and shelving until the last day (which the employees found and re-shelved) and they frequently uttered the refrain: “That’s why you’re going out of business” whenever they felt customer service, amidst the liquidation frenzy, was less-than-ideal.
Reading: The Secret History by Donna Tartt. I only started it because of the first two pages, which begin, “The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation. He’d been dead for ten days before they found him, you know…”
Singing: Bohemian Rhapsody. I woke up with the tune in my head and started singing little scraps of verses, between making coffee and pilfering the laundry for wearable socks, until I realized (a kid riding a first bike, wobble wobble, go go go!) that I knew pretty much all the words. Maybe I’ve been doing karaoke in my sleep.