Feist - The Bad in Each Other

I went to see Feist last week. It was sort of sweet to see that she has a few of the selective OCD tendencies I do. When she plays a song that she really get's into? She'll play it again, and move around the stage in the same way she did the first time. I wonder how she feels about weeding the garden.

Happy weekend, folks!

Deep Play

I'm not antisocial. Really. But when the guy on the plane next to me wanted to talk about reflexive nouns, I politely smiled and dove into my book, which had nothing at all to do with reflexive nouns. But I have to wonder how Diane Ackerman, who seems capable of drumming up an enthusiastic interest in anything, might feel about reflexive nouns. Would she regard linguistic forms as a kind of deep play? I suppose, in the right hands. For me, photography is my current form of deep play. My projects, which start with a simple idea and grow like weeds over time, are deep play. They say if you find something to do that you love, you'll never work a day in your life. Some people are lucky enough to be fairly happy doing just about anything, but deep play involves the boundaries of time and place. It has specific rules and rituals. It involves getting so entranced in the thing you are doing that the rest of the world falls away.

What do you consider 'deep play'?

My Neighborhood, Clintonville

Okay, I'm back for a bit. I have a project to tell you about. Actually, it's a project that's been brewing for some time without my knowing it. I've been telling you about my neighborhood for some years. It's a special place filled with old houses, two ravines and many parks, interesting people and inspiring shops and businesses. Our monthly Happy Hours have become a place for lively conversation, culinary bravado, a lively variety of adult beverages, much laughter, and many stories.

In my daily travels around the neighborhood, I hear many stories. I want to capture these stories, show off those small businesses that make my life easier, my meals taste better, and my clothes cleaner. I want to champion the people who live and work in my community in their daily vocations and avocations.

This is where you come in. Do you have a favorite dessert or cocktail you're willing to make for me? Do you own a business that's been here a long time, or just opened one here because Clintonville is the perfect place to grow? Are you part of a band? Are you particularly proud of your garden, the coffee you serve, or the flowers you arrange? Or do you know anyone who fits any of these categories? Or any other categories I haven't considered? Help me tell your story. Or pass this along to someone lives in Clintonville that you think should play a part in my project, will you?

Deb Talan - The Gladdest Thing

I've been busy with a number of projects, but I wanted to share with you this nice, gentle song. Sorry that it isn't a real video, but listen to the words. Be a champion of small things. Happy weekend, folks!

Feist - Train Song

Happy Friday, folks! I've been a little bit obsessed with this song lately, and when I say a little bit, I mean, well, never mind. I just learned Feist is coming to Columbus in May and might just have to go see her. Happy weekend!

Random

I couldn't resist a walk around the neighborhood this afternoon and thought I'd share a few things I saw. I was delighted to find a few mushroom friends in my very own back yard. Perhaps if a can safely identify them, and identify them as safe, I'll have them for breakfast tomorrow!

Whetstone Park

When you jog the same path over and over, you begin to see things, and become aware of how Mother Nature changes her attire. Tonight I had to go back to not jog, but walk with a camera without my 5K training partner (sorry, Stephanie) to capture some of the things that have captured my attention. It turns out that Whetstone Park is a vertiable gold mine of mushrooms, among other things. I saw mushrooms, deer, reading friends, and other curiosities.

Sia - I Go To Sleep

Happy weekend, folks! Go take pictures and show them to me!

German Village

I visited my old stomping grounds, German Village, tonight. It's strange, walking around a neighborhood where you once lived and seeing how things have changed, and how they haven't changed. And how I once sat on those steps deciding on what to do with my day. The smells eminating from Happy Dragon still tell me they make the best Phad Thai in town.