Revitalizing Westwood

Tuesday, June 18th, 2013 05:40 pm
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userpic=ucla-csunOne of the lead articles at the LA Times today is on revitalizing Westwood, and there’s a companion article at Curbed LA. Both are bemoaning how Westwood has changed, and both suggest ways out of the problem. The Times article notes how Westwood is looking to Downtown for its revitalization model, and looking to bring it more arts (think galleries), performance spaces, and trendy foods. They believe this will restore Westwood to its former glory. I think both are wrong.

Let’s explore what Westwood was, and how to bring it back.

In its heyday — the 1960s through early 1980s  — Westwood was primarily a local community. It had mostly non-chain stores, and catered to the people living in West LA, H0lmby Hills, and Bel Air. It also catered heavily to the student community at UCLA. It had quaint restaurants, and lots of movie theatres that tended to host premieres (because Hollywood had gotten sketchy).

In the mid 1980s, Westwood began to die. Most attribute the death to a gang shooting in 1988 and an incident where some clown drove on the sidewalk (we were actually in Westwood that evening with clients when it happened). However, that’s not what killed Westwood. What killed Westwood was rising rents, “mallification” (that is, takeover by the chain stores with “trendy” clothes), and corporate consolidations that removed classic entities (such as bookstores). Further, the single screen theatres that Westwood had were no longer profitable… so they started closing. In short, what killed Westwood was that it became a mall — just like any other mall — and lost its audience for newer malls.

Westwood was also hurt by poor accessibility, especially with the continuous construction on the 405. Downtown is now accessible via MetroRail, but Westwood won’t have that for at least another decade or two. You have to drive to Westwood, and that’s increasingly difficult. What this means is that, to succeed, Westwood must focus on the locals, not drawing from elsewhere.

So what does Westwood really need to do to come back? First, it doesn’t need art galleries and super trendy joints. These do not attract students and the middle class that used to shop in Westwood all the time. Put the art galleries in Beverly Hills. Here’s what I think Westwood needs:

  • More Live Theatre. Although the single-screen movie theatre is out of vogue, live theatre is inherently single-screen. Westwood should work on expanding its live theatre presence, especially with relationships with the excellent theatre program at UCLA. Get some small storefront theatres (there are at least two major companies in LA (Celebration is one) that are looking for new spaces). Small theatres are also much more affordable for students (especially when compared with the only theatre currently in Westwood, the Geffen).
  • More Club Space. I don’t necessarily meet nightclub space, although having a local space that would appear to the UCLA student crowd would be great. I was thinking more along the lines of comedy and music clubs, that could attract stand up and local acts.
  • Be a Student Town. This needs to be the mantra regarding both food and shopping. Bring in quirky restaurants and shops, but keep them affordable for students (and if you can, accept UCLA meal plan points). I grew up in the days when Westwood had wonderful places such as Yesterdays, Old World, Annas, Bratskeller, and others. We need to get this style of place back.
  • Aim for the Eclectic. What makes a college town special is its eclectic nature. You never know what you will find, and it is most certainly not a mall. There needs to be enough going on in Westwood to draw the students out of the dorms, and to draw the neighbors into the shops.

Basically, Westwood will succeed again if you can attract the students back, and they start bringing their friends. That’s what has always made Westwood special.

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A Brief Follow-Up To My Abuse Post

Tuesday, June 18th, 2013 10:54 am
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Got a lot of extremely insightful comments on my “An Uncomfortable Reality About Abuse” post yesterday, many of which I’m still processing.  (Mostly over on LiveJournal, but that’s the way it always runs.)  And there will be a follow-up post with further thoughts that I don’t have time for today, but I just wanted to say this:

The comments yesterday did not degenerate into victim-blaming, or misogyny, or misandry, or any of the usual pitfalls that happen when you discuss abuse.  the discussions were sensible, pointed, compassionate, and thoughtful.

This proves that I have one of the best commenting bases in the world, and I’d like to thank all of you for requiring me to hardly ever swing the banhammer.  You guys are the reason I post.  For serious.

Thank you.

Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.

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Last week, I told you about my tale in the upcoming fortune-teller anthology What Fates Impose, citing it as my favorite story I’ve written in the last year.  Today, to hopefully encourage you to contribute to the Kickstarter, I give you a slightly larger-than-normal excerpt to wet your whistle:

The crowd waiting below The Oracle’s bulletproof bay window is a mathematically predictable entity.  Still, the Oracle relishes any illusion of chaos – and so, every morning, just before she allows herself one single prayer, she sweeps open her curtains to gaze over the crowd.

Her supplicants look up from their shivered huddling as fluorescent light spills out from The Oracle’s bay window; poor women in smudged hoodies squat next to Armani-clad stockbrokers.  The Oracle’s hundreds of supplicants put up tents faster than the policemen can tear them down, burn garbage to ward off the Seine’s chill winds, buy gristled chicken hunks from illegal street vendors.  The wait can take weeks, so long that people fall in love and fuck and have violently dramatic breakups before The Oracle’s guards fish these poor souls from the crowd to escort them towards an answer made pure with data.

The Oracle’s tide of supplicants is so constant that, like any shantytown, it has developed its own economy… an economy which pulses perfectly in time with the rhythms The Oracle predicted.  She’d spent hours developing algorithms to anticipate the crowd you would get if you charged $25,000 for a single question, answers guaranteed (but not to please), in this geographic and demographic cluster.  She’d analyzed the local politicians, and the bribes she pays remain within .03% of initial estimates.  She’d tracked the movements of the most influential reporters, ascertaining they would pass by here 2.4 times a week, guaranteeing unending press for “The Statistic Mystic,” a name the Oracle loathes.  She even predicted the number of e. coli outbreaks from undercooked chicken.

Yet every morning, before The Oracle orders her guards to escort the first supplicant in, The Oracle kneels.  She above all people knows how irrational prayers are — multigenerational analyses of billions of lives has allowed The Oracle to thoroughly disprove the effects of prayers, bioharmonics, Zener cards, craniometry, reiki, feng shui, astral projection, the existence of God himself as an active entity, and those laundry balls they sell on late-night TV — but when the data models don’t support the desired results, sometimes all that’s left is hope.

Please, she begs, looking wearily out over the young lovers holding hands, the despairing businessmen, the fretting young mothers; transparent clichés, all.  Please let someone bring me the Black Swan Question.

There is, naturally, no answer.  So she grabs the microphone and slips on her persona, her voice booming out over the crowd.

“The Oracle will answer one boring question for $25,000!”  The Oracle talks about herself in the third person because studies have shown this makes the Oracle’s name stick in your mind.  “Yet The Oracle does not need your fucking money.  The Oracle did this to draw attention to the way commercial entities buy and sell your data, hoping you’d recognize how thoroughly businesses manipulate you.  Instead, The Oracle has made millions from extrapolating your futures based on publically-available data.  Now?  The Oracle finds you tedious.  So come to me with an interesting question, or I will release the hounds.”

The Oracle does not actually have hounds.  The Oracle finds it distressing that 76.4% of people don’t get the joke.  Yet the Oracle refuses, on principle, to have a FAQ….

If you’re interested, you can actually hear me read this story at the $15 pledge level.  I always think it’s neat to hear authors read their stories.  You get to hear the inflections they had in their minds, feel their own personal rhythm for the tales, all that.  And I’m gonna go full-on for drama here, given my love of old-time radio.

As an added bonus, one person who donates to the Kickstarter before this Thursday will receive this lovely artwork created by the editor, the talented Nayad Monroe:

Lots of good stuff in here, including a story by Keffy I’m really looking forward to seeing.  So donate, if you like, you know, stories.

Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.

Alternity has commenced gnawing my brain

Tuesday, June 18th, 2013 04:19 am
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So a bunch of people I know have been reading Alternity, a piece of Harry Potter role playing game and collaborative fiction. Reader, I have been drawn into reading from Year One.

My brain latches on to the weirdest things, and even though it's only related because Harry Potter, it's been circulating a phrase.

Crude humor. )

IDEK.

(and yes, it left on time)

Monday, June 17th, 2013 07:24 pm
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i wish i had a window seat on this flight, because the few glimpses i'm getting of the sunset tells me it's gorgeous.

also, the internet on this plane is so broken. it's only letting me load a page every 5 minutes or so :(

The Battle Continues

Monday, June 17th, 2013 05:51 pm
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userpic=im-with-stupidThis morning, while reading the Romenesko blog, a fascinating article was cited: it asked the question of why women’s magazines are never placed in the “serious journalism” category. After all, general interest publications do serious journalism. Even GQ and Playboy are considered to do serious journalism.  But what about Vogue or other magazines aimed towards women? Why is there a general assumption they can’t do serious work. Once I read this article, other things on a similar theme just kept popping up.

For example, CNN had an article about the side effect of sexual abuse in the military — it is discouraging women for applying. In the case CNN cited, a mom actively discouraged her daughter from following her into the Army because she had been gang-raped when she was in the service. In other words, not only the officers and service members who are doing this abusing their authority and bringing shame to the military, they are also bullying qualified women — who might be great for the service — from applying. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Bullying is everywhere, when you look for it. US News has an article about the side effect of sibling bullying. It can be a source of lifelong depression and anxiety for the bullied sibling (just look at Tommy Smothers). Seriously, it raises into question whether sibling battles toughen a child…. or create problems later.

Continuing on this thread: Why do we find this acceptable, or at least think the victim deserved it? The Ferrett had an interesting supposition — it is because internally we think other people must be like ourselves. In other words, because we’re good and would never do bullying or physical violence unless provoked, we think others are the same and must have had a reason. Ferrett believes that we need to break that mindset: there are people who bully and are just violent — without provacation — just because that’s who they are. To put it in the context of a recent hit movie, it is because some people are just evil and bad.

Of course, some people are pure good. But even they can’t get a job in today’s world. Just look at the rejection letter Clark Kent received recently from the Daily Planet.

Music: Duets II (Tony Bennett, Josh Groban): “This Is All I Ask”

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Monday, June 17th, 2013 06:26 pm
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I am now hiding in the lounge at CLT, because the entire airport is on shutdown and ground stop and has been for the last hour or so. (Our flight got in an hour and a half late, and were one of the last flights allowed to land before the stop -- we'd already been circling for 45m and it was land us or divert us, whee. I'm glad they chose land and not divert.) Then we sat on the tarmac for 45 minutes while they tried to clear a gate for us, since nothing was going out and so our assigned gate was occupied.

I did my part for the flight attendants' sanity by patiently trying to explain to all the slowly panicking people around me that shutdown means shutdown and their connections would probably not leave without them. And also why we were sitting on the tarmac (no, really, they can't just put us at a random gate) and why they couldn't just call over to the connecting flights people would otherwise miss and ask them to wait (I'm looking for the post that I KNOW I remember reading in one of the pilot blogs I follow that explains why no, they can't, but I can't find it on a quick search.)

The airport is a zoo. Absolute sheer chaos. They're still trying to land all those planes that are circling, they've run out of gates because they can't get planes out (especially since many other east coast airlines, including JFK, ATL, and LGA, are also on ground stop). So I took one look at the crowd, said "fuck that noise", and am now ensconced in the airline lounge. (God bless the corporate AmEx, since it comes with lounge access, but I'd've paid for the day pass if it hadn't.)

Meanwhile, it is amazing how many people out there think they are special, especially people who are in some kind of restricted-access or elite program -- the lounge's primary audience is people who have platinum AmEx cards or who fly more than 50k miles a year. I'm sitting in the quiet room because the main room is very very full and I don't want to deal with people; there are signs everywhere saying "no cell phone use, no loud conversations, no gathering of groups or families", and what happens? dude comes in with his cell phone, talking loudly on it, because it's too noisy in the bar for him to hear! so i let it go by for a minute or two and then say "excuse me, this is the quiet lounge." he waves a hand at me. i press on: "that means no cell phone use." he gives me the death look, stomps out, and on his way out, shoots at me, "i guess you're the quiet lounge police, then." i said, fairly cheerfully, "yup! yes, i am." he said "do you get a badge for that and everything?" i said "no, just the satisfaction of not being an asshole." but hey, he left.

(I would like credit: the conversation he was loudly having was him reciting his credit card #, complete with expiration date and CVN. I did not write it down.)

Anyway, wish me luck. My flight's showing as not delayed for now, but God knows what's going to happen when I get to the gate.

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Monday, June 17th, 2013 04:06 pm
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other air travelers who belong in the special hell: people who argue with the flight attendants about gate-checking their rollerboard bags. especially people who argue with the &c until it delays us enough that we miss our takeoff window.

on the other hand, at least this flight has wifi! and my layover is like three hours and 45 minutes, so it's not like the delay is going to fuck me over.

an observation

Monday, June 17th, 2013 02:29 pm
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there is a special place in hell reserved for people who drench themselves in perfume, body spray, cologne, or anything else with a strong and penetrating scent before air travel. :P

California Highway Headlines: 5/27/13 – 6/15/13

Monday, June 17th, 2013 07:07 am
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userpic=pacific-coast-routeHaving just posted the highway page updates*, it’s time to start collecting headlines again. Of course, by the time you read this, the updates will be two weeks old… but “whatever”:
(*: Well, I had when I started collecting this groupa headlines)

  • Corrosion plagues new Bay Bridge span. Experts said that while a total collapse seemed unlikely, if Caltrans miscalculated corrosion estimates a major quake could cripple sections of the skyway. The span’s construction violated universally accepted techniques meant to prevent corrosion, they said, and could result in costly inspection and maintenance headaches nearly unheard of for similar modern bridges. (h/t to Joel W.)
  • Bay Bridge’s old span risky, engineers say. Every day the old eastern span of the Bay Bridge remains in use is a day motorists face the risk of catastrophe, Caltrans engineers say. Caltrans and the Metropolitan Transportation Commission must weigh that risk in deciding whether to delay the scheduled Labor Day weekend opening of the new eastern span while dealing with suspect steel rods – something Gov. Jerry Brown and other state officials have suggested might happen.
  • First stretch of carpool lane opens on northbound 405 Freeway. An extra traffic lane opened Friday along a 1.7-mile stretch of the northbound 405 Freeway, a milestone in the $1.15 billion Sepulveda Pass Improvement Project.
  • Uncovered Olympic Glories: Murals Restoration on the 101 Freeway. As the sun beat down on the earth, heat fizzled from the surrounding concrete, sizzling the temperature a few degrees higher. Perched on scaffolding at the edge of the 101 freeway, artist Willie Herrón III and his assistant Melody Betancourt bake in the sun while wearing hard hats and day-glo vests.
  • City of Lancaster, Caltrans, and Metro celebrate new Avenue I/SR-14 interchange improvements. Commuting in the City of Lancaster just got a little bit better with the recent opening of the Avenue I/SR-14 interchange.
  • Bay Bridge light show on the blink. After two months of dazzling the waterfront, the $8 million Bay Bridge light show is having trouble turning on its lights. And turning them off as well. The problem, says Ben Davis, the PR mastermind behind the privately funded Illuminate the Arts project: “Some lights are stuck in the on position — some are stuck in the off position. “It’s not the kind of thing you can hide.’’ So while most of the 25,000 LED lights continue to dance across the 1.8-mile Bay Bridge western span, hundreds simply aren’t cooperating — disrupting the dusk-til-2 a.m. show’s full effect.
  • I-80/680 interchange project still faces obstacle. Solano County’s chance to get $24 million in state bond money for a $100 million Green Valley interchange renovation project could get delayed again. The California Transportation Commission will take up the topic for a second consecutive month when it meets Tuesday in Sacramento. It delayed a vote in May because the project wasn’t ready to start construction.
  • Interstate 5 Toll Lanes Near Highway 14 Await State Approval. “The next step for the project is for us to be able to procure a private entity, bring them on board and to do this very creative type of project,” said Lan Saadatnejadi, an executive officer for Metro, describing the toll lanes as a unique public-private partnership.
  • Bay Area roadways: Where’d the names come from? When it comes to naming roads, bridges and tunnels after distinguished citizens, all’s fair in love, politics and vital signs. “It used to be that a politician had to be retired (to be honored),” said state Sen. Mark DeSaulnier, who in 2007 proposed the second span of the Benicia Bridge be named after Rep. George Miller. “Now you’re supposed to be dead. I explained it to (Miller), that the rules say you have to be deceased. I said, ‘Now George, I’ve always wanted to follow you into Congress. I think we’re looking at a win-win here.’”
  • Group proposes naming part of Bay Bridge for Willie Brown. A group of legislators is proposing to name the western span of the Bay Bridge after former Assembly Speaker Willie Brown. Assembly Concurrent Resolution 65 recognizes Brown’s accomplishments, which include two terms as mayor of San Francisco, by naming the western span the Willie L. Brown Jr. Bridge.
  • Anti-congestion recipe: work starts on I-580 carpool lane in Dublin, Livermore and Pleasanton. A ceremony was held here Thursday to mark the start of construction on a 13-mile new carpool lane on westbound Interstate 580, which is hoped will help ease traffic congestion.

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In discussing the resistance most victims of domestic violence face when trying to explain things to their friends, someone raised an uncomfortable question about dissecting the abuser’s motivations:

“Is it that hard to believe he hit her for no reason at all?”

Yes.

Yes, it is.

It’s hard to understand because most people, I’d argue, don’t emotionally understand that other people are different than they are.  Oh, they get that there are differences – Coke vs. Pepsi, Stones vs. Beatles, Romney vs. Obama – but 90% of the people I met view their neighbor as basically a reflection of their own morality, and get confused whenever they witness significant distinctions.  Naturally, they’re frequently confronted with evidence that people aren’t pretty much all “just folks” under the hood – but when they see this, the dissonance is confusing and painful, so they either withdraw, simplify, or forget.

(This is why people tend to withdraw into echo chambers on the Internet, where everyone thinks like they do.  It’s easier than reformatting your entire universe.)

And the good news that emerges from this particular bad response is that most people would never hit their partner.  When told, “He hit her,” most people run this information through a I-am-the-world filter that goes something like this:

“Gosh, hitting the person I love? I can’t imagine myself doing that.  But that did happen, apparently, so how would that have come to be if I was in the driver’s seat?  Well, I suppose if she constantly did something designed to hurt me, all the time, on purpose, maybe – eventually – I might snap and feel horribly guilty afterwards.  But what the hell kind of actions would someone take to drive me to that monstrous behavior?  Because I/other people wouldn’t just beat someone for no good reason.  So what did she do?  She must have done something.”

In other words, their failure here is their inability to put themselves in the shoes of a sociopath. And so they focus on the reasons as opposed to the action.  Which creates a toxic resistance to the idea that the abused partner wasn’t at fault.

Their central fault is that they assume, erroneously, that there must be some large driving force behind this disproportionate response.  But there isn’t.  The truth is that a lot of domestic violence comes from men – and women – who are eager to display power by punching powerless folks in the face.  Where most people would only resort to brutality when backed into a corner, knowing the emotional damage a beating does, the abuser views physical pain as just another tool to be used in a relationship, mundane as arguing and chore-swapping.*

As such, I think the best way to fight this insidious idea that the abused brought this abuse upon themselves** is to change the narrative.

What we need to get across in the case of domestic abuse is that this is a different breed of person.  This is not you and me, this is a man or woman who views the world in a way that thinks of hurting someone as just another method of control.  He may be friendly, he may have made you laugh over a beer – but underneath, if he thought pain would be a better way of getting you to do what he wanted than humor, he’d drop the beer and tear your fucking hair out.

They’re not you.  And you gotta fight to get that one across, but when you do you’ve opened up a tool that gets a lot more societal justices created.  Because once you get – really, fundamentally accept – that the world is not full of Mini-Mes and in fact some people’s experiences has led them to something catastrophically different from you, whole worlds open up that you can begin to shape to better ends.

Because the women who got hit? They didn’t do anything that warranted an ass-kicking. They just are with someone who thinks ass-kickings are a-okay, and the problem lies with him, not her.***

* – And when you’re unfortunate enough to run into another sociopath with an easy out to violence, that sociopath genuinely sees the situation as “She deserved it,” giving a similar end. It could be argued that most people are then sociopaths. But given the comparative – comparative – rarity of domestic violence in the Western cultures I’m familiar with, I don’t think that’s the case.

** – The kernel of truth within this otherwise-scurrilous claim, I think, is that if you’re a victim of abuse, you need to be very careful as to who you date.  Children of abusing parents are fifteen times – fifteen times! – as likely to wind up married to an abuser as so-called “normal” people, which means that your abuser broke some vital instincts within you.  If you’ve got that kind of background, date slowly, trust carefully, because your parents have wired you to be drawn to other abusers.  This is no different than anyone else’s bad instincts in relationships, of course – except that if I go on autopilot, I wind up with a psychodramatic relationship, and if you do it you wind up broke and desperate with a woman kicking you in the ribs.  So if you’ve been abused? Be vigilant. Be careful in who you choose to love.  Because goddammit, you deserve better than that.

*** – Or with her, not him. Domestic violence isn’t man vs. woman, it’s abuser vs. abusee. Please remember that.

Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.

another monday, another show

Monday, June 17th, 2013 05:25 am
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Mondays, every week, let's celebrate ourselves, to start the week right. Tell me what you're proud of. Tell me what you accomplished last week, something -- at least one thing -- that you can turn around and point at and say: I did this. Me. It was tough, but I did it, and I did it well, and I am proud of it, and it makes me feel good to see what I accomplished. Could be anything -- something you made, something you did, something you got through. Just take a minute and celebrate yourself. Either here, or in your journal, but somewhere.

(And if you feel uncomfortable doing this in public, I've set this entry to screen any anonymous comments, so if you want privacy, comment anonymously and I won't unscreen it. Also: yes, by all means, cheer each other on when you see something you want to give props to!)

Father’s Day Report

Sunday, June 16th, 2013 06:31 pm
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userpic=father-and-sonLet me tell you about my Father’s Day… but first, a shout out to my father who passed away in 2004. You can read about him here. I’m finding myself more like him as I grow older, and I still miss him.

As for me, the day started with an unusual suprise: Father’s Day presents that I didn’t know about in advance. My daughter replaced my copy of Working by Studs Terkel, which had fallen apart. My wife got me a pair of Koss Stereophones (Tony Bennett Edition), which included a download of Duets II. Alas, the download code wasn’t working, so I’ve sent email to Koss and we’ll see what happens.

After this, we went to the North Hollywood station and got LA Metro Day Pass. Went to Exposition Park, where we went to the California ScienCenter to see the Space Shuttle Endeavor, as well as their other space exhibits (an Apollo capsule (from Apollo-Soyuz), Gemini XI, Mercury-Redstone) and their Ecosystems exhibit (which had a cool section on rotting, and another neat section on Los Angeles).

After that, we took the Expo Line to Western Blvd, where we had a great Salvadoran lunch at Bella Aguillas Cafe. We split their sampler plate, which was more than enough for 3.

We then returned to Exposition Park, where we visited the newly remodeled Natural History Museum. They have totally redone the front of the museum (which used to be the back), and it is beautiful. You can see a graphic here.  We especially enjoyed the new outdoor garden, especially the edible garden… in addition to the old reliable exhibits. It was so nice (and now so easy to get to, with the Expo line), that we rejoined.

We then came home, and are now recuperating from being out and about. So how did you celebrate Fathers Day?

Music: The Best of The Alan Parson Project (The Alan Parsons Project): “Psychobabble”

 

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A Much-Needed Skill, For Writing or Woodworking.

Sunday, June 16th, 2013 04:42 pm
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Yesterday morning, I put up this pegboard. I did not do a good job.

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Now, this pegboard is a surprisingly large deal, as it’s the first time I’ve physically altered my environment with my own hands. This was the first time I ever went, “This thing is insufficient,” then went, “So why not change that?” and then ripped down part of a wall and put up another part.  In terms of worldview, it’s quite the large change.

In terms of actual work?  Shoddy.

If you look closely at the picture, you’ll notice that I cut the pegboards wrong.  There are two boards, and one juts out a little to the left, creating an unsightly gap.  If I’d done a better job, I would have noticed this before I started screwing things in.  I would have cut the boards to fit, measured them in advance properly. It’s something I’ll probably be deeply embarrassed by, when I get to be good at this.

Yet I can still take pride.

I’m lucky enough to hold those contradictory thoughts of “This could use improvement” and “I’m glad I made this.”  And when I look at the pegboard I’ll neither be tempted to rip it all down in disgust, nor wander away thinking this flawed work is brilliant.  I can be content that I’ve done something I’ve never been able to pull off before, yet make notes for future betterment.

Which is the way I write: I’m highly critical of my stories.  I can show you the soft points in every story I’ve published, even the ones I’ve been paid hundreds of dollars for; they’re riddled with errors I just couldn’t fix properly.  But at the same time, those flaws don’t negate the work put into it.  Like the peg board, it’s enough to hang some tools on.  Like the peg board, it’s taught me something about how to do this.  Like the peg board, ultimately it’s useful.

When you write.  When you work wood.  When you create.  Note your errors, fix what you can this time around, vow to do better the next time. Yet be proud; you did a fuck of a lot more than the people who created nothing, and you’ve leveled up in some small way.

You don’t have to be perfect. You shouldn’t be casual.  And you should never, ever stop.

Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.