The Perks of Being a Jack of All Trades, Master of None

When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?Some of us had an idea, stuck with it, and who they imagined themselves growing up to be became a self-fulfilling prophecy. For everyone else there’s Master Card – and an ever-present cloud of existential dread supported by a preoccupied mindContinue reading “The Perks of Being a Jack of All Trades, Master of None”

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Confession: I Care About What Others Think – Now What?

“Don’t care about what others think!” is terrible advice. It’s short, simple, hollow, and easily thrown around by people who obviously don’t put themselves in other people’s shoes – so at least they’re being honest. Maybe I’m projecting, but I feel like the people who give this advice also have a large, engaged, and adoringContinue reading “Confession: I Care About What Others Think – Now What?”

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Did Shakespeare See Himself as a Plant?

In Shakespeare’s Hamlet there is a scene where Hamlet lectures a group of actors who are about to perform for his father. In his little pep-talk he mentions they are to “hold a mirror up to nature” – a statement that has always stuck with me as an artist. I don’t think Hamlet expected hisContinue reading “Did Shakespeare See Himself as a Plant?”

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Creativity Isn’t a Muscle – It’s a Cat!

More gyms need felines. I think it would humble any gym member to see an unimpressed cat staring at you while you’re doing your impressive curls and deadlift reps. Plus, all the cat hair would actually get people to wipe down the damn equipment before use. I think we’re on to something, just sign thisContinue reading “Creativity Isn’t a Muscle – It’s a Cat!”

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If You’re a Starving Artist… You’re Not Hungry Enough

Imagine you’re stranded on a deserted island and haven’t eaten anything in weeks. One day while you’re going over your new poem with your Volley-Ball-Headed friend, Wilson, a cargo container falls out of the sky and lands directly on your now deflated friend. Upon impact, the container busts open and you discover it is fullContinue reading “If You’re a Starving Artist… You’re Not Hungry Enough”

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