Rollover post – practiced and authentic

The WordPress dashboard tells me that this is post #3400 – always a fun thing to watch the zeros roll up, right?

It’s been incredibly hot and more than reasonably humid and out of everybody’s mind done with being rainy. Without an exception when people talk about weather, and at this point everyone is talking about the weather, we’re done with the weather. We’re pretty certain it’s not even weather anymore that we’re talking about but the effect of climate change.

Last night I found the coolest place I could and sat watching a video of James Victore giving a talk at Tellerrand. I enjoyed the brush up on why the best work relationships are based on trust and other commandments from Take This Job and Love It. A bit of facebook conversation has the notion of the difference between practiced and authentic rolling around in my head. How does it fit with the notion of “fake it til you make it” which is quite legit. I always like to start with a real definition.

Authentic:

adjective
• of undisputed origin; genuine: the letter is now accepted as an authentic document | authentic 14th-century furniture.
made or done in the traditional or original way, or in a way that faithfully resembles an original: the restaurant serves authentic Italian meals | every detail of the movie was totally authentic.
• based on facts; accurate or reliable: an authentic depiction of the situation.
• (in existentialist philosophy) relating to or denoting an emotionally appropriate, significant, purposive, and responsible mode of human life.

Practiced:

adjective
expert, typically as the result of much experience: admiring the dress with a practiced eye | the waiter was practiced at disrupting moments of intimacy.

The latter definition surprised me in brevity, although there was much more on ‘practice’ of course. Practiced seems outside the idea of practice. Not exactly the ten thousand hours of practice bringing you towards mastery and yet “much experience” is still about a lot of repetition, right?

Can you be both practiced and authentic? Of course. Can you be one or the other? Pretty sure. Wouldn’t both be best? Yes. I think there’s the implication, with the notion of authentic meaning ‘coming from one’s true self’ that you could continue being practiced and at some point become repetitive and less original and thereby less authentic. Practiced might become too pat.

I suppose this is part of the cycle for many artists that you work and work and work and suddenly have a success with all the interest surrounding it. Then you have a period of repetition, pretty natural to some extent since there was a lot of work getting you to that point in life and this is bolstered by external interest in the work. At some point it all becomes more of the same and less authentic in terms of doing your own work. Something triggers something new which is rejuvenating and energizing to the artist and surprising or disappointing to the viewer. Rinse and repeat. Part of The Work is keeping it new to one’s self, being open to the what-if, and continuing to explore.

A message from the quote box and Ray Bradbury:

Love what you do and do what you love. Don’t listen to anyone else who tells you not to do it. You do what you want, what you love. Imagination should be the center of your life. – Ray Bradbury

You’ve made it to the end of yet another long, rambling post/rant, this one number three thousand four hundred, with more to come. James V. gave me a kick in the brain yet again to make me wonder about stuff.

Finally, sometimes you have to take validation where it is found and not read too much into it (or past the opening lines of it). Keep cool everyone!

Free validation in the mail

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Score! Dinner Dept.

For those who keep tabs of dinner options along route 20 this side of the Massachusetts border, scratch chinese food off your list – the hole in the wall chinese food outlet is gone and dark and empty. I will watch to see if they’re changing hands or on vacation but they looked good and closed with no explanation on the door.

I’d gone to New Lebanon with a hankering for as much broccoli with spicy sauce as I could handle but that wasn’t going to happen.

Instead, I went straight across the way (avoiding all the car-eating potholes – they are seriously large and deep) and found myself a lovely homestyle indian dinner to go. Dal with lentils and red beans! Naan! and SCORE: Samosas! I came home and heated everything up appropriately and did not wolf it all down. I will maintain a bit of decorum and eat the rest tomorrow. That, dear friend is why I ordered an extra naan!

I need to go back – they’ve added many wonderful pieces of jewelry to distract me while waiting for my food order.

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With rain comes…

riding shotgun at home

Gnomes…

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Land of Light and things found while rummaging

Yeah that was me, blaring Thistle and Shamrock out the car windows while filling up the car. A string of great songs including a song I couldn’t find easily on iTunes. The playlist posted to the T&S site revealed the artist to be: William Jackson which was found and promptly downloaded along with a lovely one by Wendy Weatherby. Maybe Fiona Ritchie gave the actual singer’s name on air. Anyway, I ended up with two versions each of two different but equally uplifting songs.

Land of Light

O land of light
Ancient and strong,
Land of justice and hope of the young,
Land of the glen, and shining river.

Scotland my homeland forever
Alba mo dhuthaich gu deireadh mo la

Freedom and truth,
Music and verse,
Carried aflame to the ends of the earth,
Dear to my heart, where e’r I wander.

Scotland my homeland forever
Alba mo dhuthaich gu deireadh mo la

Now dawns the age,
Now comes the call,
Carry science and learning to all,
God, be our guide and leave us never.

Scotland my homeland forever
Alba mo dhuthaich gu deireadh mo la

Scotland my homeland forever

This is the other song via the Tannahill Weavers and Raising Jane, written by R. Gullane.

O sleep in peace you valleys and hills
Be safe be free as the breeze
The north wind of fear like a banshee howled
And she drove you down on your knees to pray
She drove you down on your knees

Lift up your head to the morning light
The fight o’er darkness is won
And feast your eyes on the land you love
Its life returning with the sun behold
Its life returning with the sun

And the morning walks proud, shining out like a flame
No evil could subdue
You open up your arms in friendship and joy
To welcome in the new born day
To welcome in the new

May the spirit so strong in the shadow and storm
Hold fast to what is right
And surely as you breathe the gentle air of peace
This land shall shelter in the light of love
This land shall shelter in the light
– Lyrics and melody by R. Gullane

In the rummaging for these lyrics (I just love a good anthem to learn and sing out!) I found a great site with loads of song lyrics including these which made me want to dance and sing at the same time:

The blue islands are putting love on me,
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame,
The blue, blue islands from the Skerries to the Lees,
Wi’ heather honey taste upon each name.

(Chorus) Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Loch Aber I will go,
By heather tracks wi’ heaven in their wiles.
If it’s thinking in your inner heart, a blaggards in me step,
Sure you’ve never smelt the tangle of the Isles
–Road to the Isles, Traditional

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Welcome to quiltr.com

I’ve been inviting folks to these pages for many years – “I’m at dubdubdub dot quiltr dot com, that’s quilt(e)r with no ‘e'” I tell people.

And now, finally, the whole site is at that domain. That’s something that’s mostly invisible to most people but means that the link at the top of your browser shows quiltr.com rather than artsroundup.com. I like it when I follow a link from somewhere to shorten the link I clicked on or copied back to the root domain and to see what else is there.

I am still in progress of updating and fixing. Tackling all the old links is next up on the to-do list.

In other news, at lunch time today I had a facebook discussion with someone about a small Emily Dickinson poem he posted. He described himself as “a foreign language speaker of English” and was asking for specific meanings of words in this short poem:

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
– Emily Dickinson

It felt odd as I read his first question that no one else had stepped in with authoritative answers so I answered the first question with a dictionary definition. Soon we had a handful of back and forths focusing mainly on the meanings of individual words. It was a great way to spend lunch.

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