Winter Wonder Land: Save the ducky! Break the lightbulb!

A couple weeks ago I checked this book out of the library & was astounded by the depth & breadth of practical knowledge. It is also laugh-out-loud funny. Only 168 pages long--including 4 pages of blurbs & a 7-page table of contents--So, You're a creative genius...{now what?} has no fat, except fat juicy wisdom. How & why did Carl King do it this way? I quote from a short section entitled kooky reduction of concepts: "...I like to keep things simple and fun. There's no need to write a page of bloated text when a bullet-point list of five ideas will do. I'm not here for an extended jam session. If you want to read a sentence again, you can just rewind your eyeballs." (& please read the last bit of that section as well, for more brilliance. In fact, please read this entire book, whether you're in a creative career or not. It will make you laugh. It will make you think. It may give you high-octane fuel & remind you how to draw your own roadmap.)

Carl King

Yesterday was a delicious eyeball expedition. The ear canals & the tastebuds & the heart strings also were surprised & delighted. A Mardi Gras parade. A Rumi & Hafiz poetry reading (Hurray Daniel Ladinsky & thank you for The Purity of Desire.) Some pool at Aloft. My debut dinner at Blackbird restaurant. A walk in the rain to the Mardi Gras after-party at Pack's Tavern where I took pictures until the memory card was full & danced & was flooded with N'awlins energy. The day began with a visit to a kinda sorta church to hear some amazing music & drink coffee & devour a brilliant George Bernard Shaw quote (which was misattributed to Oscar Wilde).

"The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them."

I also wrote a haiku after they handed plastic flowers to visitors.

midwinter flowers