Compared to last week when I obliterated my anaerobic times, I ramped down. I could blame external frustrations like a float tank session leaving me uncharacteristically stiff, dealing with bad news, feeling ill, or prioritizing my time in the mostly sedentary sport of writing. It’s good to acknowledge those excuses. It’s better to prevent excuses from reaching your goals. Dust them off, like my rowing machine below, and let’s brainstorm some ideas to get back to it!
The first Renton City Retro happened this weekend in the greater Seattle area. It’s a flea market that specialized in videogame and toy collectibles featuring convention staples like artist booths, free-to-play arcade cabinets, raffles, and competitions. Events like this, including larger conventions in Washington, Oregon, and Texas that have broader content, can easily appeal to collectors and hobbyists. How about for others that may only be casually interested in any of these subjects?
“I’m sick! This is the worst time to get sick!” A buyer said this to a seller as I was looking through a bin of action figures. While there’s something to be said for staying the course and pushing through minor adversities, once you forget your sickness responsibilities of taking care of yourself and not exposing others to your contagions, that’s when it’s selfish. Though isn’t blaming others when you get minor illnesses playing the victim card?
Continuing last week’s brainstorming update to The Story, let’s muse on the reading habits of the main characters John and Trishna, along with how their reading material might affect their writing and maybe even actions. Once the narrative structure takes shape, then these character hypotheticals will be thoroughly marked should there be any spoilers, and please note that any major details within could change. The after-jump details are merely good framing devices to get The Story going.
While there’s a certain value in consistency, how worthwhile is it to the audience if the performers (and consider this thought to be applicable to any function-driven pursuit along with creative pursuits) are just going to remain comfortably good enough? Pushing the boundaries can lead to amazing experiences or can burn out faster than the candle in the photo featuring Crack Sabbath performing recently at the Royal Room. Where’d Skerik and company fall?
I had to see it one last time, even though I’d only been there maybe three times over ten years. I heard that the Half Price Books in Seattle’s University District would be closing on April 9th 2017, so I went to pay respects in this introductory post of Thrifting Adventures. We’ll reminisce, briefly cover what I got, and dig into some reasons why we should still support local bookstores even if they’re not practical.
Sirens wail at the end of Crack Sabbath sets, perhaps in case you weren’t already out of your seat. The ensemble, led by saxophonist Skerik, resembles more of a punk band playing jazz, or, the sort of jazz that had spunk like hard bop or Afrobeat before the genre retired with partial pension. That’s the thing, because as the name implies, they could tour with a traditional Black Sabbath cover band and hold pace.
Fifty rows in a minute and thirteen seconds! That shattered my previous record of 1:16, which happened after my best 10 minute count, helping a buddy move house, and working late to finish a review. I hadn’t pushed myself that hard in years! So this update was originally going to focus on pacing and the importance of having time off to recuperate mind and body. Then something I couldn’t believe happened.
The best way to overcome bad news is to sit down with the problem, brainstorm myriad possible solutions, and try some out. The scientific method, basically. It’s just too bad that doesn’t usually happen, since as human beings full of conflicting emotions that almost actively reject logic and reason, we tend to get so hung up on that one problem that it permeates every facet of our lives preventing us from shifting gears into solution mode. Why?
If you want to study human psychology, start with dogs. Imagine psychology as a series of if-then-else patterns, where you say or do something to a human they might react in hundreds of different ways and dogs might just have a handful. So when we dressed up my childhood dog Patrick in an old shirt and he looked particularly happy, that wasn’t just him smiling for the camera.