Home

Advertisement

And lo ! the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]
the long and short of forever

[ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ]
[ archive | journal archive ]

Ingrate! [Oct. 18th, 2009|03:59 pm]
[Current Mood | aching]

I am an incorrigible procrastinator. When I'm supposed to be reading for school, I'm painting for personal purposes. When I want to be painting for personal purposes, I am cleaning the kitchen.

I also want to go home. This feels like a bizarre extended vacation, and the school costs way too much money, so much so that I doubt I can afford to continue next year, or even next quarter...and my life feels like I'm at a crossroads and all the roads are under heavy construction so all I have to do is sit down and examine the tops of my feet for some time.

I really miss being a kid. I really wish I had the understanding of why being a child is so appealing to me. I wonder what it was about being a kid that was so great, because I know that there were plenty of problems surrounding me. The ability to easily retreat into my head? The belief in magic? The hope for the future? Lack of personal responsibility? I guess. It is nice being able to crawl into a womb of a bed at night and spend both your days and nights dreaming and waiting on life to begin, before it gets too obvious that life doesn't really mean anything besides what you do with it. I wrote and drew joyfully, daily. When I was a kid, my thoughts were easy poetry. Good things occured in my mind easily. I remember being able to smell keenly autumn coming to Brooklyn. Every year I noticed that sharp sense blunted just a hair. When one is older one tends to be their own tunnel, their own to-do lists, their own responsibilities. Too many choices? Expectations? I should cut myself off here.
Link2 comments|Leave a comment

dreaming [Oct. 8th, 2009|11:16 pm]
I keep having dreams of Joan of Arc. She comes to me in the form of a book every time. I wonder what this means.
LinkLeave a comment

my intelligent update [Sep. 25th, 2009|12:22 pm]
i should find joanna newsom so i can convince her to love me
Link2 comments|Leave a comment

(no subject) [Aug. 22nd, 2009|10:44 pm]
[Current Mood | fed]
[Current Music |mike doughty / true dreams of wichita]

i am moving across the country in a week; this should be interesting
Link1 comment|Leave a comment

(no subject) [Jul. 27th, 2009|12:40 am]
i miss god
Link2 comments|Leave a comment

THINGS [Jun. 11th, 2009|05:49 pm]

i want a pirate jacket and japanese pregnant dolls from the 19th century. this is looking unlikely
LinkLeave a comment

manifest [May. 9th, 2009|04:56 pm]
[Current Music |grails / soft temple]

tonight will be a large full moon at 12:01 am, in Scorpio. I am magnetized to the scorpion in all sorts of ways. i will stride out of the house, probably drunk around this  time, and stare a hole of lunar love.

i am overwhelmed by the books around me. so much to absorb, and what feels like little time. anxiety and palpitations, i guess. come september, i will be on the other coast.



and dreams of my female lover, who only comes to me when i'm sleeping and prone...........
LinkLeave a comment

found an owl picture in the trash [May. 1st, 2009|01:57 pm]
[Current Music |joan baez / house of the rising sun]

Lilith was said to have been created at the same time and in the same way as Adam, and when the two met, they quarreled about the headship which both of them claimed. Adam asserted that he was her master. Lilith replied that she had equal right to be chief. Adam insisting, Lilith uttered a certain spell called Shemhamphorasch - afterward confided by a fallen angel to one of 'the daughters of men,' with whom he had an intrigue, and of famous potency in the Jewish folklore - the result of which was that she obtained wings. Lilith then flew out of Eden and out of sight
LinkLeave a comment

suck [Apr. 13th, 2009|11:13 pm]
i need a big project, something to engross myself in, something to be passionate about. i need to find something to love. the laws of the universe tell me to stop looking so that i can find. i'm abjectly depressed about going to school and i can hardly bring myself to go to class. i hate myself for it, but there is something unresolved that is holding me down in a rut. i need space to spread out. i need to stop shuffling back and forth from two houses that are not homes. i need to find myself again. i need to be comfortable with being alone, with being lonely, with being despairingly lonesome. i need a good friend, and i need some direction, and i need some motivation, and i need some initiative, and some vision. i need to find the source but i feel like i'm feeling about in the dark.
Link9 comments|Leave a comment

cached [Apr. 10th, 2009|05:02 pm]
[Current Music |radiohead / house of cards]


i found, on ljseek, posts from four years ago. mostly lame and embarassing but i felt like posting them anyway for some poetic retrograde. they are snotty, but i am not surprised. THIS IS NOT AN ARTISTIC EXERCISE.

photogenica repealing states of mind cross me. White fences painted gold. The streetlights glimmer like the prismatic eyes of a bluebottle fly. I remember the celebrations of the birthdays of the trees. Spring came March twenty-first. The sky soggy limp brown ashen hooves clotted twisted branches; expressive anatomies, the same in my wife. Fur of fruit crawls up her belly, sunshine downy fuzz glimmering like the eyes of a bluebottle fly. Same shade of cobalt a stove's puzzling flame delivers, first indigo, blue then white. Paint
on my hands with an unidentifiable source. I walked past houses with terra cotta roofs, sienna burnt orange as a senora's hands and canopied shoulder blades. I stooped over the cool air pulsing from opened building doors, soft moss was the cold temperature, forest floors carpeted in green skin. I spoke into corridors with unreachable ears and only recieved echos which reminded me to soak the paint off my knuckles. I had the taste of blood in my mouth, so I spat.




and i; like you admire the gentle pillow of her shoulder
it curves in the smile of peony lamplight. her breast bends in cortortion of whitened spring flower and i am stunned too young to rekindle my old embers and toss them into a slump of growing girth.

and i; like you admire the rust of her skin changing tone under lamplight and that shoulder i rested my bare cheek upon; upon and i, like you admire the russet heat springing from her sides in summer throaty shades and i, like you
cannot gather my thoughts enough to spill from these that
yes, i once knew her.


her stem moves below her in sudden distraction and multiplies her age and turns my mouth into colorful beadwork toned in red and i: to all i can say and yes, i once knew her.



i found my mother that are my photographs
i have receding on my windowsill who itself is pocked with time.
i pretend her head is
a tulip and every seed ever bore to me has kept me like sanity;
or as in certain cultures:
the count of pebbles upon the headstone
i found
my father that is his name engraved onto the master bedroom's doorway
and i lent my hand to cup around its letters and gave way to the sound
breathing fluid ashes from my tongue: "father"
it is foreign once forgotten and this i am sure of. sometimes i play with the hair
of my aunt who resembles my mother and i ask her of the days
when i cut open curtains peeling past tricky windows barring open
imagination from SEELE'S GLASSWARE pretending to be a captain of a lost ship
whose posterior absorbs sunlight on its smoky path. it is treading down horizon and
filmy
reems
of
water.
(much like paper)



LinkLeave a comment

just because [Apr. 5th, 2009|10:43 am]
 i never update. the word of the dayon my igoogle is "grandiloquent" and it means pompous, bombastic. i think that's ironic. 
LinkLeave a comment

steve, expansive [Mar. 16th, 2009|10:48 pm]
thank you
for sharing with me your music
for giving me a renewed interest
for giving me the great pleasure of your body
for opening my mind about many things (would not have happened without my love for you)
for teaching me how to laugh at things, to be less serious
thank you for helping me to open a new chapter and make
new room and so on and so on
Link2 comments|Leave a comment

(no subject) [Feb. 26th, 2009|11:20 pm]
[Current Music |The Blow / True Affection]

I can not wait until I have the means to leave my mother and her abusive home and her love that she dangles in front of me like some sort of consolation prize. I am afraid of her.

in lighter news, it is almost spring...and tomorrow, it will rise as high as 55 degrees Fahrenheit.
Link2 comments|Leave a comment

here's what i want to do [Feb. 19th, 2009|03:38 pm]
art education
or certified massage therapist
or certified herbalist
buy a small, cheap home one day in mexico. or anywhere. hah.
or...since I most likely will not be able to afford this, rent or share an apt. there
continue building portfolio
artist model for classes/individual artists or photographers
make art
work very hard
meet lots of people

not so sure going to college is the best way to get an education.not to mention the burden of ridiculous loans.
Link3 comments|Leave a comment

this lady rocks... [Feb. 18th, 2009|02:03 pm]
[Current Music |waltz #2]

Utopian ideals aside--the final point I'd like to make about Tamayo, and about painting in general, is that once you get used to it, it's the relationships between colors and forms that make them beautiful, rather than the colors and forms themselves. Radical contrast breeds excitement, complex harmony, and a beauty that is rich, deep and all-inclusive. Kitsch is about avoidance--it edits out any awkwardness, any reference to death and decay, to comfort the mind's fears. But great art puts in the death; great art accepts everything. And unconditional acceptance is a prerequisite for enduring peace.

...

Purple prose aside, the point remains the same--Art is not Art if it skirts the dissonance; it's commercialised pablum for the masses. And who are the masses? Not you, not me, not anybody. Societies without mass media do not have kitsch. It's aesthetic junk food. It bloats the body and blunts the soul, channelling individual creativity onto an interstate leading nowhere.

Well, so what? It's just art. Art is a luxury anyway; it has little to do with a happy life.

No, at the risk of getting didactic--art mirrors life, which mirrors art. If, as a culture, our art becomes impoverished, avoidant, saccharine and twee, we absorb a false and dangerously destructive message about the nature of happiness. A close friend of mine told me that her boyfriend recently said, "I keep expecting our relationship to settle down and be peaceful." She told him, "You've known me for six years and it's never been that way. Do you really think I'll change?" Peaceful does not, and will never, equal sweet, uneventful and bland.

Too many people think that strife and conflict have no place in a peaceful world--that if problems arise in a relationship, for example, then you are with the wrong person and must drop it and start over. Or, conversely, that if you grew up in a seriously dysfunctional, abusive family, and are so emotionally damaged that you'll never live in a Thomas Kinkade house even in fantasy, that the best you can hope for is to sweep your dreams under the rug, deny the pain, avoid intimacy, and live a half-life on the fringes of light and laughter.

The reason that kitsch is a tragic lie is that it represents the opposite of peace. It constructs a cruel, inarguable, ironclad judgment by what it omits--and it omits almost everything. Healing is grounded in acceptance of everything. Once placed in perspective, once looked at fully and loved, the sand in the paint is what makes it beautiful.


http://ohprettylady.blogspot.com/
LinkLeave a comment

May I recommend... [Feb. 16th, 2009|06:05 pm]
[Current Music |the beta band / needles in my eyes]

http://www.anxietyculture.com

Poke around in the Contents section.

An idea I felt like sharing (borrowed from the site):

On a more serious note, many unpleasant "isms" (eg fascism, racism, sexism) arise from the perception that some individuals "really are" just units of a group essence/identity. We could eradicate all such "isms" at the level of perception, given an education which removes metaphysical essentialism from language – something to bear in mind for people who think philosophy "really is" nothing to do with the real world.
LinkLeave a comment

Where are they? [Feb. 15th, 2009|01:15 am]
[Current Mood | tired]

The dearth of readily accessible female role models for young women (not based solely on their sexuality) seems to be ever decreasing. I could name hundreds of popular cultural icons that do virtually nothing but denigrate the image of women, and very few popular, mass-media and/or "hip"/"cool" (also known as: not marketed as alternative, aka at best |wacky| and at worst marginal or fringe) examples for emulation that promote active, woman-as-subject as opposed to passive woman-as-object. I remember specifically seeking, in my own life, as a 9, 10, 11, etc. year old (now again) strong women with whom I could feel a psychic bond with. Invested research was necessary. Lots of implications.

Link5 comments|Leave a comment

pretty damn funny [Feb. 9th, 2009|11:32 pm]
Be resourceful. You can use pots and pans as musical instruments. You can draw on xerox paper for starters with ink, crayons, thick markers, or fine pens. You don't need a stage to dance on, you can dance in the driveway.
If you want to paint, then paint on any object. Experiment with different surfaces to paint on such as canvas, foam core, cardboard, Plexiglas, or any flat surface that you can find. Great art can be made on the parking-lots of corporate banks, company car windshields, or on police station walls, if you're sure you won't be harming anyone. You can find paintbrushes for low prices, but make sure you have a good variety of sizes and widths and shapes of bristles. It's good to have new brushes. It's also good to have old brushes, which can provide good painterly effects at times.
If you want to paint, try using media other than oil paint or water colors. Sand, mud, sweat, bile, and other bodily fluids make extraordinary stains on some substances. Acrylic paint is recommended as a good mixing agent with these substances.
Do you still want to paint? Ok, you can also use flat latex house paint to mix with any acrylic colors. Beware of tempera paints. Even if the tempera paint has dried, and then is exposed to water or moisture, tempera paint can "bleed" its color and potentially ruin your piece of art. You can paint acrylic paint on top of the tempera, as well as on top of dried oil paint or water color. There really aren't any rules with paint, you can mix them all together and see what happens. But I will try not to overcomplicate the basic steps of painting.
Try painting on an easel. Then try painting on a friend or colleague. Try painting on a table; let gravity move the paint. Try painting outdoors on a lawn. Keep experimenting. Paint your mind's interior. Then paint its exterior, but only in your imagination. Then try expensive computer equiptment. With the permission of the owner, of course.
Make sure you are in the right state of mind too. Make sure you have eaten a well-balanced diet for the day. Take multivitamins if you can. Try consuming freshly-made fruit and vegetable juice, you will find amazing energy this way. If you like, have tea or a good cup of coffee. The more focused you are the better. If you get exhausted doing any kind of art, take your eyes off your work, and perhaps take a bike ride.
Be aware of atmospheric conditions. Acrylic paint dries fast in hot or warm weather. You can bake the acrylic paint on your desired surface in direct sunlight, then ten minutes later or so, you can paint more layers or whatever designs you feel like doing.
Use tape, a tape machine, and a microphone if you want to make prefabricated soundscapes to encapsulate sections of the political environment. Radio broadcasts, as well as atmospheric sound at your workplace or school, can be great sources for samples. A multi-track recorder will allow you to combine and overlap sonic elements in interesting ways; try replicating sounds in both digital and analog formats in order to experiment with quality degradation.
Make sure you are in the right state of mind. Make sure you have eaten a well-balanced diet for the day. Take multivitamins if you can. Try consuming freshly-made fruit and vegetable juice; you will find amazing energy this way. If you like, have tea or a good cup of coffee. The more focused you are, the better. (See wikihow "How to Think.") If you get exhausted doing any kind of art, take your eyes off your work, and perhaps take a bike ride, visit an old-folks home, or visit a chemical factory and interview managers about their environmental practices. You may also want to interview the police -- no one ever asks them any questions? Ask them about civil liberties. Ask them about gum laws in singapore. Ask them things that a child would ask.
Try creative writing about your experience with your art or with people or whatever you want to write about. Try this from day to day. Feel free, express yourself any way you want.
Be open to criticism about your art, and be open to praise. Both are difficult to hear in a truly magnificient way. But you need to hear these things.
Think of figures, figurelessness, abstractions, abstract faces, realistic faces, realistic houses, unrealistic houses, landscapes, emotionscapes, still-lifes, human-lives, or anything that emerges from within you.
You don't have to spend much when you are recycling most of your materials. Sculpt with scraps of wood from your local lumber yard scrap box. You can get some nails, a hammer, and a variety of glue brands. It's more fun to find objects to make art from than it is to buy hundreds of dollars worth of materials. Look in dumpsters at the art store for materials; I find materials all the time that way. I even look in construction dumpsters in the street. I made about a dozen large and small sculptures from wooden parts that I found in dumpsters.
You don't have to spend much when you are recycling most of your materials. It's more fun to find objects to make art from than it is to buy hundreds of dollars worth of materials. Look in dumpsters at the art store for materials; I find materials all the time that way. I even look in construction dumpsters in the street. I made about a dozen large and small sculptures from wooden parts that I found in dumpsters.
Have a base to hold up what your are mounting for sculpting. You will need a 4"x4" post or 2"x4" wooden planks to nail to the base plank. Then you add whatever form of a sculpture that you want. The form could be for instance a large mask. Let your intuition guide you when you are making any kind of art.
So what are you waiting for?



[edit] TipsYou can experiment with any kind of sexuality, any kind of power-dynamic, any kind of aesthetic, and any kind of moral universe, that you want to. In the end, you have to live in the world, but if you make a commitment to the world 'as you make it', then you will discover that having to live in the world is perhaps a lesser restriction than one might otherwise think.
Back to painting, for a moment: make sure you have a well-ventilated area so you don't get cancer from the toxicity in the paint fumes.
Beware with metal sculpting, or the manufacture of metal musical instruments. I know of two metal sculptors who lost their voices from overexposure to the metals. In metal sculpture, very often one has to be very close to the metallic toxins while bonding the metals. These metal toxins can be inhaled easily; wear an oxygen mask and proper goggles. Also, you can easily burn yourself under these conditions. Wear heavily guarded clothing and protect your neck area most especially. Beware of other people walking by and around you while under these potentially dangerous and hazardous conditions. If you can, do these activities outdoors and away from flammable objects and materials.
Also, make sure if you are doing some kind of large installation that you don't have the heaviness of that piece of art land on your head or body and cause injury or death. I had a famous art teacher who died in India while doing an installation, which apparently landed on her. Or she landed on it. Or maybe it was old age.
Thick and tough gloves will protect your hands from excessive gooieness, if you're a beginner and you don't like gooieness. They can also prevent you getting cut by a handheld saw, a handheld razor blade, or sharp knife. I had five stitches on my thumb because I wasn't paying attention once. I was opening a can of spaghettios, but it might have happened while making art, too...you never know. Are you cutting? Then always make sure you are cutting away from your body and away from others.
Wear old clothing so you don't mess up your "good" clothes. You might want to wear an old pair of shoes also. Once your old clothes are really messed up, you can begin wearing them to formal occasions, so that people will know you are an artist.
Make sure kids and dogs and other pets don't impede the making of your art. I once backed up to see a painting better and kicked a bucket of paint on a good carpet. Then I listened to a David Wilcox song called "Leave it Like it Is," and I realized things aren't so bad.
Getting organized can be fun, but it can also be fun to work in a disorderly fashion. To be organized, keep your art materials, and especially your 'sharp objects', including your sharp witty inner nature, in places where you or someone else will not cut themselves accidentally. It's a hassle to have to go to the emergency room at the hospital to get stitches and have that hand useless for two weeks. Unless that's your thing.
Be thankful for what you have as a human being. Be thankful if you have use of your hands and feet and everything else. Choose a being to thank: who gave you your humanity? Was it the governor? Was it your neighbor's 15-year-old daughter? Was it an onion shaped like a loaf of bread? Thank profusely.
Avoid expressing "yourself" -- the self is an illusion. But have the guts to express +something+.
Life is propelled by imbalances. Go on some kind of adventure. Go to a concert and sing along in different keys. Go to your local zoo and draw the animals. Then sing along with the animals in different keys. Visit a botanical garden. Go to the beach and swim, and then draw or paint your genitals as though they were still in the ocean, without you. Draw them having fun. Then draw yourself having fun without them.
Visit art museums.
Take art classes, such as, drawing, painting, sculpting, collage, photography, or any other class that will inspire you individually and for your art projects.
Play scrabble.
Take courses in economics, seismology, cybernetics, and discrete systems logic. Take classes in pop culture, and medieval rhetoric. Take art classes that will inspire you individually and for your art projects.
Read books offline.
Use search engines at random, using terms that occur to you spontaneously.
Be a purpose in life.
Be a dolphin in life.
Be a reason in life.
Be a currant in life.



[edit] WarningsDo not steal anything that you have not been given permission to steal. Do not murder anyone whom you have not been given legal authority to murder. Do not make art. Art is self. Self is Dada. Make dada. Inmates are waiting.
Make sure you don't spill paint or turpentine or gesso in the house of God. Pick sunny days, perhaps, to paint outside. Put drop-cloths down in one part of the house, and paint in another.
Maybe your artworks will sell for millions of dollars. Make hundreds of originals that your relatives or friends can pass on for centuries and that can appreciate in value because of your brilliance.
LinkLeave a comment

radical honesty [Feb. 9th, 2009|11:14 am]
How to Practice Radical Honesty

Honesty is the first chapter of the book of wisdom. -Thomas Jefferson

You probably tell dozens of little lies and half-truths every day. And you probably spend a significant chunk of your time evaluating what's going on in other people's minds, because they're probably not being completely honest with you. What would happen if you stopped lying? Ditched the brown-nosing and diplomacy? Stopped walking on eggshells? Are you ready to find out?

The "radical honesty" movement was founded by a psychotherapist named Brad Blanton, who insists that everyone would be much happier if we were all completely honest, as in no lies--no matter how small and white they may be. It’s a pledge to see and verbally acknowledge things exactly as they are, to the best of your ability. If you have a habit of stopping short of saying what you really think, turning things around will take time, but the results can be shockingly refreshing.




What a Man Really Wants
Learn Secrets Most Women Will Never Know About Keeping Great Men.
DatingQuestionsForWomen.com How to Tell They're Lying
Patented Lie Detection Technology. LiarCard Is Easy & 95% Accurate!
www.LiarCard.com Body Language Secrets 101
What Signals Are You Sending? Take This Fun, Free Quiz.
www.LifeScript.com


Hide these ads

Show Ads
[edit] StepsObserve yourself lying. Most people lie throughout the day, every day. For example, 60% of people tell an average of two to three lies in a 10-minute conversation![1] So if you try to catch yourself lying--you may be surprised with how often you do it. It can also be enlightening to think about how often the people around you lie (see How to Detect Lies). And remember, the purpose of this step is to observe. Don't judge, or justify, like "Oh, well, I have to lie, or else blah, blah, blah." Rationalization is a product of denial, and denial is a deep form of dishonesty.


When people ask you how you're doing, do you respond honestly?
Do you feign interest in something that you're not really interested in?
Do you find yourself lying in order to avoid hurting someone's feelings?
Do you bite your tongue? Are you lying by omission?
Think deeply about whether you're really doing anyone a favor by lying. Should you really shelter someone from reality? Are you giving the recipient of your white lie enough credit? Do you assume they're too weak to handle the truth?


Consider that telling someone the truth presents the opportunity to help them learn how to not take things personally, which is a very valuable life skill to have.
In a way, it's manipulative and patronizing to pretend to be interested in what someone is saying, when you're really not. That's what we often do with kids, because we consider them too immature and inexperienced to understand that not everyone is interested in what they are interested in. If you treat the people around you the same way you treat children, then you might just find that the people around you act like children.
Is lying ever really the best way to express compassion? Or is it the easiest way for you to avoid confrontation, rejection, or discomfort? If you're going to lie, then perhaps you can be honest with yourself about why you're lying--don't tell yourself it's for that person's own good, or that you're being kind, when it's really because you don't have the courage to be completely honest yet.[2]
Confess. Once you see how often you lie, try fessing up once in a while. It's usually easier to be honest after the act than during, so this is a good stepping stone. You can start off with lies from the months or years ago (it's easier for people to forgive those, and see them as water under the bridge) and then start confessing about lies that you told days, hours, or even seconds ago. ("Um--actually, just now when I told you I'd be happy eating sushi, I lied. I really don't want sushi, I just wanted to seem cool. Can we get burgers instead?")


Some people will freak out, and some people will appreciate your candor. This is also a good way to get to know the people around you better - are they receptive and forgiving? Or are they dramatic and manipulative jerks?
Some confessions are best served with an apology. See How to Apologize.
Uncensor yourself. Now it's time to remove the filters between what you think and what you say. (See the Warnings below.) Can you really speak your mind? Try it. Think out loud for an hour when you're by yourself, and make it a point to say whatever pops into your mind, no matter how random, dirty, or stupid it might be. It's a good warm-up exercise, and you should do it regularly, just to reinforce the direct connection between brain and mouth. Try doing it with a friend (perhaps explain to them what you're doing, and invite them to do it too, like a game). And eventually, try doing it around everyone! Some ideas to jump-start your honesty:


Admit when you've forgotten someone's name, even if you're supposed to know that person's name because you've known them for years and seen them regularly and you know their kids' names, and even their dog's name.
Tell someone when you're starting to get bored with the conversation. "I stopped listening about a minute ago" or "I'm not really interested in talking about this" or simply, "I'm bored. I'll be back in ten minutes."
Express frustration with you co-workers, and even your boss. "I'm annoyed that you didn't respond to our memo earlier. But at the same time, I'm relieved, because then if we don't nail one of the things you want, we can blame any delays on your lack of response."[2]
Start sentences with the words "I resent you for..." or "I appreciate you for..."[2]
Read up on How to Practice Nonviolent Communication.
Inject the honesty with humor. This doesn't mean "sugar-coating" the truth by preceding and following it with a gentle reassurance (like How to Give a Feedback Sandwich or -gasp- How to Spin Bad News). This means that when you speak the truth, you express it in cheerful and lighthearted way, like you're giving them a gift, not cutting them with a knife. Take, for example, a waiter asking you how your coffee is (and it's bad):[2]


(Sheepishly, apologetically) "Uh, yeah. I always have to order espresso here, because the espresso tastes like regular coffee. The regular coffee here is terrible. Can't you guys make stronger coffee?"
"Yeah, man! This coffee tastes like $&!#!" Followed by a boisterous laugh.
Both statements are unabashedly true. But which one is more likely to be received well?
Take off the edge. Follow up your honesty with a reminder that you're not deliberately trying to break hearts, crush dreams, or hurt feelings. (Unless you are, in which case hopefully the person will read our article on How to Recognize a Manipulative or Controlling Relationship and leave you.)


Say what you were doing: "I'm just being honest" or "That's what popped into my mind."
Offer a return to the world of lies: "I want to be honest with you. If you want me stop being honest, I will. Do you want me to?" Or "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable; I just wanted to express what was on my mind. If you want me to stop, I will."
Change the subject. In the example of admitting boredom above, try: "Can we talk about something else?" or "Let's talk about something we have in common."
If possible, express your honesty in person. It allows you to fully experience the ramifications of being radically honest, and makes it harder for the receiving party to run away--which probably means they'll still be there when the shock subsides, and your interaction can recover and move forward.[2]
Brace yourself for return fire. When you are radically honest, some people will respond in like manner. Welcome it. This is a good opportunity to open new dialogue, and discover things about a person that you might have otherwise never known, because you were both too scared of hurting each other's feelings. When you tell your buddy that he really is fat, he might tell you that your beard makes you look like a homeless lumberjack. Respond gracefully!


"Thanks for telling me."
"That's fine."
"That's true!"
"Really?"
Know where to draw the line. How honest is too honest? In the honesty business, there’s a fine line between radical and reckless. Reckless honesty is the result of pushing the authenticity envelope so far that you shoot yourself in the foot. The border between radical and reckless must be patrolled by your intuition. Sometimes that line is obvious, but sometimes it’s not.


The founder of the radical honesty movement readily admits that he lies to the IRS, in golf, and in poker.[2]
Kids are radically honest, but they may not be receptive to it. Their parents may not be receptive to it either. So you might not want to tell a child that their dog didn't really go to a farm, or that Santa Claus doesn't exist, or how you really made that baby.
See additional Warnings below.
LinkLeave a comment

suggested booklist [Feb. 2nd, 2009|11:16 am]
Brezsny, Rob. The Televisionary Oracle.

Burroughs, William. Naked Lunch.

Camus, Albert. The Stranger.

Carroll, Lewis. Alice In Wonderland.
also, Through the Looking Glass.

de Lint, Charles. Someplace to be Flying.

Eco, Umberto. Foucault's Pendulum.

Gaiman, Neil. Neverwhere.

Huxley, Aldous. Brave New World.

Joyce, James. Finnegan's Wake.

Palahniuk, Chuck. Fight Club.

Pinkwater, Daniel. Young Adult Novel.

Vonnegut, Kurt. Cat's Cradle.

Wilson, Robert Anton. The Illuminatus! Trilogy.
also, Schroedinger's Cat Trilogy.

***********************


NON-FICTION
Benares, Camden (Gregory Hill). Zen Without Zen Masters.

Bey, Hakim. Temporary Autonomous Zone.

Bierce, Ambrose. The Devil's Dictionary.

Carse, James P. Finite and Infinite Games.

Carter, Rita. Mapping the Human Mind.

Crowley, Aleister. The Book of Lies.

Csikszentmihalyi, Mihaly. Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience.

Dalai Lama. The Essential Teachings.

Deren, Maya. Divine Horsemen: The Living Gods of Haiti.

Greene, Robert. The 48 Laws of Power.

Hawkes, Tony. Round Ireland With a Fridge.

Hobbes, Thomas. Leviathan.

Hoffer, Eric. The True Believer.

Hofstadter, Douglas. GODEL, ESCHER, BACH: An Eternal Golden Braid.

Klein, Naomi. No Logo.

Lasn, Kalle. Culture Jam.

Leary, Timothy. The Game of Life.

Lilly, John. Metaprogramming the Human Biocomputer.

Thompson, Hunter S. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Tzu, Lao. Tao Te Ching.

Wolfe, Tom. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.

***********************


WEIRD/MISC.
The Principia Discordia. Duh.

The Oxford American Dictionary of Current English
1999 edition ISBN 0-19-513374-9
(the only edition of the Oxford Dictionary that really doesn't have "gullible" in it)

Allen, Woody. Without Feathers.

Bach, Richard. Illusions.

Ianesco, Eugene. Rhinoceros and Other Plays.

Kerouac, Jack. On the Road.

Pirsig, Robert M. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
Link1 comment|Leave a comment

navigation
[ viewing | most recent entries ]
[ go | earlier ]

Advertisement