My internal debate rages on: Should I get dressed and go outside and fill the bird feeders and take a few photos and run to the grocery store even though the wind is howling and it’s cloudy and the current temperature (27°) is steadily dropping to its eventual nadir of 0°? Probably. OK. BRB.
I had a cherry tomato accident in the co-op parking lot. Someone stopped to offer help. I demurred. She called my predicament “heartbreaking” and moved on. But I saved most of them, I wanted to call after her. All but two, and they were in sad shape to begin with.
“While writing, shooting, and editing are often solitary activities, great work emerges in the spaces between people… evaluations will be based not just on your efforts, but on your ability to bring excellence out of the people around you. ” – David Carr
Last night, I read more and more about the NYT‘s David Carr, who passed away Thursday. While we were in MPLS at the same time in the late 80s/early 90s and had friends in common, I didn’t know him personally or anything. Like many others, I enjoyed his work and occasionally was completely taken with some of it, especially his writing about media. Anyway, last night I ran across this short piece about a syllabus he’d developed for a class at Boston University, and the quote above just yelled at me. Absolutely hollered. That, right there, is the spirit of collaboration for me. It’s about making things – the kind of things I like to make, as it happens – and understanding that the greatest things a person can make are done when that person takes that shit seriously and does the best work they’re capable of doing… while working with and learning from others without egos getting in the way. I also love his standards for personal conduct in class, such as this:
If you don’t show up for class, you will flounder. If you show up late or unprepared, you will stick out in unpleasant ways. If you aren’t putting effort into your work, I will suggest that you might be more comfortable elsewhere.
I’m pretty damn sure that’s also good advice for plain old living life. I’m so sad he’s gone.
I have a long list of ideas for blog posts – the “topical fruit” to which I refer in the title. They’re big digs, like friends moving away, nightmares (actual ones), respect for home and the work our homes do for us, stuff like that. The importance of farmers markets, which I know I’ve mentioned wanting to write about. More. I don’t know when I’ll get to them. It seems easier right now to just describe what’s happening here at 909 and to post a bunch of open tabs, and I’m fine with that – this kind of posting has gotten me back in the habit of writing more frequently and with some semblance of my own voice. But I’m due to tackle something with a little more depth soon.
LOTSA (Lisa’s Open Tabs Saved Aggressively):