We are waiting for a certainty that never arrives, summoned through binges. Instead, we aim for consistently little. When we do a little something every day, we build muscle memory. However, it rarely amounts to much on the immediate side. We have to do the work and let it marinate. Working toward our dreams, even…

The psychic costs of doing nothing are far more damaging than trying and failing. Inaction invites even more drama to unfold: decay. We’re all one invitation away from a brain in the bottle. At least the scatterbrain sheds light on their surroundings. The machine is on, brainwaves ready for ever-greater plasticity. Making comes before meaning.…

Find your passion. Where? Underneath the sink? Up your asshole? In the end we’re lucky to strive and succeed. We’re even luckier if the obsession with achievement dithers, whether by a lack of it or sheer boredom. So we can just live. Create an environment where you’d like to hang out and treat others as…

Writing is living with ever-greater intensity. It forces us to make meaning out of the banal and drab. It compels us to see further, whether through hindsight or imagination. Writing convinces us that the mirage can be reached. It’s a learning process that culminates in its own self-awareness. The result can be elaborative and spongy…

The mind’s eye could care less about the ape; interested and interesting people want to see and hear things they’ve never encountered before. The process of imagination is the best prompt that distinguishes the ape normie from the curious mind. Even AI begs you to ask it what it’s never seen before. In a world…

Off track, to start again. Can repetition incite hope? There isn’t some generic formula to do anything. Everything is practice.  Too much? Break it up. Too little? Push it. Learn to deal with the manual nature of activity called work. Overnight success? No such thing. The slow-motion ride is a terminus already ticketed.  Art, sales,…

Endless curiosity, if that’s what you call it. We can live in the world as we see it and have it delivered by hand. Or we can view it as pliable, bending its contours to our imaginative designs.  The world stagnates and gets lost, but an inquisitive nature thrives. Our mission, ikagai, numbs us from…

To fully grasp what we feel. Bottling up emotion is not that easy. The outpouring is more likely. Hands are always on the throttle for some greater experiment. The power of modern data science endeavors to crush our free will. What we want is instantly recognizable, shaped by experience, hopes, and fears. It just takes…

Anxiety is stress in advance. It feeds on the possibility of failure or the worst-case scenario coming to fruition. The mind’s eye is powerful and bewildering. Thankfully, we can contain the visual monkey mind to work in your favor. Have you ever heard of hope? It’s one of those blind, visceral feelings that neutralizes fear.…

Boredom is the gateway to innovation, or so they want you to think, as if rigidity and practice make one dead on the spot. Imagination thrives everywhere, in both times of blah idleness and conventional chasing. The latter sets the framework and context for what blooms when the mind disconnects. The brain is a dishwasher…

‘The inscape out,” that which the blister of all creative input effortlessly explodes. Ever so slowly, in synchronized fluency, mood neutral, restructuring consciousness into a web of tossed-off output.  Do you see what I made, what I said? Nothing about the work simulates. It is the video game. Learning, and doing, makes new connections, new…

The body has to be involved, whether through the tip of the pen, the paintbrush, or the rattle of the keyboard. Creativity is as physical as mental, conjuring up images to bring them to life. Ironically, AI obviates the need for doing the work. All one needs to be is a savvy prompter. The creator’s…