grateful for:

sunstreaming mornings / my fast as lightning scooter / a little extra time with my boy / yooooga/ my kick ass job & coworkers / spring / the little bundle of joy headed my way - artichoke (arty)

a·bun·dance [uh-buhn-duhns]

1.an extremely plentiful or oversufficient quantity or supply: an abundance of grain.
2.overflowing fullness: abundance of the heart.
3.affluence; wealth: the enjoyment of abundance.
4.Physics, Chemistry. the number of atoms of one isotope of an element divided by the total number of atoms in a mixture of the isotopes.



change isn't always comfortable. even when it's right. and even when it's ohsogood. sometimes it's like squeezing out of very tight jeans and into a pair of yoga pants, but sometimes it's putting those jeans back on again. just for second. because you forgot you could wear your yoga pants. it takes some getting used to. some movement. some shifting of weight. and at times a little of this:

rules to live by.


i have a choice

from dancing mermaid:

"every morning i have a choice.

i can live in a run down beach hut
with chipping paint and tiny closets

or i can live in an enchanted cottage by the sea,
with the waves at my doorstep and soft sand
in between my toes.

i can worry about money
and think about the worst case scenarios

or i can wake up and create,
and believe that abundance is easy
and within reach.

i can get mad
at unpleasant things i don’t think i deserve

or i can trust that this is part of the process,
and manifest new things that better serve my needs.

i can look at my modest studio space
and scold myself for not doing enough

or i can let loose with some bright, thick happy paint,
my ipod, no shoes and a really kick ass bagel
and get on with it.

i can be jealous of those
who are seeing new places

or i can look outside at my own paradise,
be present, and know everyone has their time.

i can be catty
or i can be compassionate.

i can hold on really tight
or i can do a cartwheel in the grass.

i can bitch
or i can smell the jasmine growing
up and down the street.

i have been called a dreamer,
spacey, and not in “reality.”

i have been mocked for
believing in magic and good.

but you know,
the alternative is not so appealing
to me anymore.
this is my reality.
and i like it.

so there."


now my monday is my sunday.

so today is my first day where i would've been at work but now i'm, well, not.

it's sunny and fifty degrees. bright blue skies. perfect walking-around-with-a-latte and soon to be cruising-on-the scooter weather.

i've made a list of things i want to do with my newly acquired free time: buy some beads, go to a museum, write letters, hit up tons of yoga classes.




i haven't written much as of late. i'd say it's because i'm too busy, but i think it's also a bit of self-preservation. so much change is occuring in my life right now. a friend told me that if i followed my heart, the universe would conspire to make this happen for me, and since i've made the leap i feel as though one thousand little blessings have occurred.

don't ask what the world needs. ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. because what the world needs is people who have come alive.
howard thurman


from yoga jillian:

Up Your Joy
1. Today, take 15 minutes to do something you enjoy. William recommends: “Do art, paint and color. Listen to music. Dance. Catch butterflies. Pick flowers. Walk outside. Take a bath. Have a play date.”
2. Tell someone how much you appreciate them. Pick up the phone, write a letter, or even send an email now. The sharing and receiving of kinds words is an amazing stress reducer and heart opener.
3. Smile. That’s it. Just smile. Try it for a few minutes. It is the ultimate anti-depressant.
4. Spring Clean in any moment you become aware that you can get rid of something that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful. Donate it or recycle when ever possible. Be Ruthless and release it.
5. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Envy is a waste of energy and time. You already have all you need. Smile and have a moment of gratitude for all you have in your life.
6. Take three deep breaths. Then visualize some one, some place, or some activity you love!
7. Add Brightness. Wear more color on your body. Incorporate more color into your diet such as oranges, beets, avocados, asparagus, baby greens, lemons, and limes. Get up and see the sun rise! Position your mat to face the rising sun during yoga or meditation.


from my friend lindsay's blog:

"when spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest." hemingway / a moveable feast



though i'm usually writing about my life, or at least my emotional life, i've gotten away from writing about yoga on my blog and in order to deepen my own practice i think i should start exploring the philosophy of yoga and what it means in my life.

i took a class at flow yoga on thursday night that focused on spring and how spring brings more "rasa" into our life. rasa is literally translated as "juice, essence, taste, plasma, or transformational state" and is pretty much the nourishing juice or energy that fills us with life. so when spring rolls in we feel a burst of energy - the days are longer (but this time in a good way..), we feel lighter and more playful and even more hopeful. to increase the rasa within us, we need an energetic yoga practice. in my class our teacher had us incorporate 108 chaturangas into our vinyasas that were full of energizing poses - triangle, chair, twists.

"in order for the rasa state to arise, we must first become aware of our bhava, or 'true feeling state,' which is thought of as the soil of rasa," writes shiva rea. "without being true to our feeling state, it's easy to feel as if we're going through the motions of life. a lack of connection is all too common in this fast-paced world; we sometimes find ourselves eating without tasting our food, listening without being truly present, and doing yoga without experiencing the feelings that arise in us."

and even if you aren't doing yoga there are plenty of other ways to tap into this energy - taking a logn walk to work, going for a run, eating lots of fruits and vegetables.

"existence without juice is dry and tasteless. rasa is life's fluid reality, life's juice, in every sense of the word."
robert svoboda


scootin' in the springtime.

tonight the only thing i have to do is go to yoga and ride my scooter. i d e a l. i'm pretty exhausted. i'm working two jobs until the middle of april, plus teaching yoga, working on a little freelance, and trying to spend some time with my boyfriend who i LIVE with. (you'd think it would be a litter easier to see eachother once you're under the same roof.) but all of the things i'm doing are things that i absolutely love (except maybe the job i'm leaving) so it's pretty painless. just a bit tiring.

today during lunch my friends christina and stefan and i went for a scooter ride down 16th street to check out the movie brad pitt is filming. there was a full blown marching band performing on the front steps of the freemason's building and about 30 policemen on bikes. one of them said pretty loudly, "there are a lot of violations going on on those scooters.." (like stefan's lack of a helmet, my missing mirror, my flashing hazard lights..) yep, probably time to scoot away from that group. so we took off down 17th street and back to work. damn, that scooter is so exhilirating. i think it might make this summer the best one i've ever had.

i named my scooter too. it's 'ollie juice' after my grandma, elizabeth ollie barnes, who loved dirty martinis and having fun. when she passed away she left me a little money, and though i highly doubt she anticipated me buying hell on wheels with it, i'm pretty sure she would have enjoyed one at my age too. she did always say that she wished she could've learned how to drive a zamboni. this is close enough. i can't afford one of those.

anyone else but you.

you are always trying to keep it real
i'm in love with how you feel
i don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
but you

we both have shiny happy fits of rage
you want more fans, I want more stage
i don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
but you"

anyone else but you, the moldy peaches


There is a famous saying: "If the mind is not contrived, it is spontaneously blissful, just as water, when not agitated, is by nature transparent and clear." I often compare the mind in meditation to a jar of muddy water: The more we leave the water without interfering or stirring it, the more the particles of dirt will sink to the bottom, letting the natural clarity of the water shine through. The very nature of the mind is such that if you only leave it in its unaltered and natural state, it will find its true nature, which is bliss and clarity. So take care not to impose anything on the mind, or to tax it. When you meditate there should be no effort to control, and no attempt to be peaceful. Don't be overly solemn or feel that you are taking part in some special ritual; let go even of the idea that you are meditating. Let your body remain as it is, and your breath as you find it. Think of yourself as the sky, holding the whole universe.

Sogyal Rinpoche


not your average friday.


i just quit my job.

after two years of editing in an office, i started craving a change. a big juicy change that included lots of yoga. and though i adore my friends/coworkers, i don't think i'm really the office type. i like fresh air and riding my bike and sunshine.

so i'll be teaching yoga, working for an amazing yoga company, and freelance writing. because if i've learned anything these past few months, it's that things can change in an instant, and there's no better time than right now to make a move toward your ideal life.

"it takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. but there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. there is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power."
alan cohen


inspiring me today.

leona lewis (i do love my pop music. puts a little spring in your step.)

spring dresses (and cowboy boots)
lululemon (my rocking new gig)


spring has sprung

it seems we left during a dreary winter and returned in spring. on my (very jet lagged) walk home from work yesterday i noticed the trees were full of flowers, it was warm enough to go without my jacket, and there were so many more people outside strolling around. yes, spring is upon us. thank goodness.

i'm still catching up on sleep, but i can feel the effects of vacation on my mind and body. my body holds less tension, despite the lack of yoga on the trip, and i feel a bit more laissez-faire than normal.

i'm ready to just be here. no big trips, no huge deadlines, no craziness. just settling into spring and enjoying the current state of things.

from artist keri smith last year:

"it's the first moment of respite in a hectic week filled with deadlines, house renovation, taxes, and company. but i feel strangely rested and purged. i think mainly due to the fact spring has arrived and I can finally let a fresh breeze into the house. is it the spring that begs us to stop for a moment and see that everything is as it should be? at the root of my being i want to clean the winter dust off of everything, and purge my house of anything unnecesary.

how wonderful that our biological urges are still intact in this period of staring at screens all day. somewhere in the depths of our bodies the animal nature breathes and makes us want to go walk on the earth again after the thaw.

how is it that the smell of the earth is like a tonic that calms us into a calm state, even when we are surrounded by concrete and cars? the body knows more about what it needs than we do. it craves flowers and green and air that moves through the trees. it speaks to the trees and the trees speak back, but somewhere along the way we lost the ability to hear the language. but it's there. i know it.

the average child is able to identify hundreds of corporate logos, yet incapable of naming the species of tree in their own backyard. Yet they still communicate with the tree even if they don't know it. it must have something to do with the urge to build a house up in the branches, or build a fort in the roots.

just thinking about forts made me want to build one for myself. out of chairs and blankets. i want to hide a pile of books in there and sitting reading for the rest of the afternoon.

and listen to what the trees have to say."


two weeks in the middle east.

to sum up the last two weeks wouldn't do the trip even the slightest bit of justice, so i've broken it down into moments and photographs...

roadside camels with their front legs tied together (so they didn't run away.)

gliding down dubai creek with my love in a fisherman's boat. sunshine and seagulls all around.

heaping plates of grape leaves (my favorite), tabuloueh, fasoola, kibbeh, and lamb.

turkish coffee in the foggy morning.

lying on the "better than bahamas" beach drinking a glass of chardonnay, listening to the melding of accents and languages around me, and laughing with said.

buying short snazzy party dresses with said's mama.

cruising around ras al khaimah with the haddads eating fast food falafel in the backseat. yum.

said schmoozing us into buddha bar so we could drinking expensive martinis and only want to talk to eachother.

falling in love with the haddads' dog whitey only to be bit three times in one day.

dubai = beautiful, expensive excess.



it took me ten minutes to figure out which button on blogger was "new post" in arabic. very confusing.

ah, dubai. only two days left in our eleven day adventure. and it's truly been an adventure. camels, mosques, and dishdashas in contrast with starbucks, range rovers, and really strong martinis. dubai is gorgeous, expensive, and fast-paced, and ras al khaimah (where said's parents live) is also gorgeous, seaside, and ohsoquiet. said's family has welcomed me with open arms and i feel completely at home.

more to come. i'm off to enjoy my remaining 48 hours.



new notebook for scribbles and collages and wacky ideas - sunshine - an airplane playlist - a healing father - morning yoga class - wanting to tell you how much i love you pretty much all the time - flying across the world tomorrow - sand between my toes - real chai tea and good conversation at nirvana - slowing down

..... see you soon.


well said

from kelly rae:

"do you ever feel like you're settling into a newer version of yourself? it feels vague and a bit awkward at first, like the beginnings of a new habit, but then you sort of fall into it gradually. eventually, you wake up one day and feel a bit different, a bit new, a bit more solid in your everyday skin. it's a very hard thing to describe except to say it sort of feels a bit like growing up...but in the best of ways.

it's been insanely beautiful around here. california is teaching me to love what it has to offer. and what it has to offer is perfect weather and some pretty amazing people, too. after 1.5 years of living here (and only 9 more months to go), it feels like i'm falling into my friendships a bit more, much like i'm falling into myself. feels good really, really good."


counting down

the countdown begins.

one day until my dad gets to come home. three days until we board the plane to dubai. four days until my toes are in the sand. five weeks until alyssa is here. three months until j&b move to dc.

then springtime. farmers markets. riding my bike in flip flops with a scarf in my hair. drum circle. morning yoga with the windows thrown open. cherry blossoms. late night beers on the patio.

i want to learn to bake, and to bead, and to let go and fly just a little bit higher.

"how soon not now becomes never."
martin luther


congratulations to my rockstar brother john who just scored a gig as a special ed teacher with dc teaching fellows.

and he's moving here with his rockstarette.


“when we walk to the edge of all the light we have and take a step into the darkness of the unknown, we must believe that one of two things will happen. either there will be something solid for us to stand on, or we will be taught to fly.”

frank outlaw

"i love people. i love my family, my children . . . but inside myself is a place where i live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up."

pearl s. buck


my dad went in for his surgery at eleven this morning. it should last about four hours and then he'll spend a few days in the hospital and several weeks off of his feet. my mom said that he got a private a room so she'll be staying with him tonight, though he insists she stay in a nearby hotel. she's certainly had her overfill of hospitals lately but still continues to be so strong.

he sounded peaceful and prepared and ready to get this over with. i hate being this far away. i want to give him a big hug and brew mom some tea. so instead i went to saint matthews, a gorgeous catholic church across the street. i walked in on a mass so i stayed for a few prayers and stopped to light a candle for him. just being there made me feel protected; something from my childhood like mac and cheese and chasing geese at the lake; and in turn made me realize how safely he is being watched on his journey right now.

and i just got this from my soul friend stefan:




echoes of memory


on the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

and when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

when the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

may the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
and so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

john o'donohue

lazy day

eventhough i'm sick it has been such a lovely weekend. very lazy.

a chipotle-infused hot chocolate and reading at the new chocolate shop on 14th/a bright pink manicure and pedicure/alyssa's coming for 4 days in april!/built two new websites/lots of new clothes for work @ lululemon

and i've been daydreaming about these two things a lot (like alot alot.. unhealthily alot):


a saturday night

tonight i made a big mug of tea and changed into my pajamas at seven. it's cold. it's february. and i have absolutely no desire to traipse around dc. instead i wanted a lot of time just to myself. i'm finding that this is the case a lot lately. i derive a lot of pleasure from slowing down, climbing into bed with a book, writing letters, working on whatever new project i've dreamed up.

when said and i moved into our apartment i dedicated a bookcase in our artsy room to my journals, the twenty-odd moleskines i've filled up since my 18th birthday. and sometimes when i'm really needing some advice i come to them, sit down on the floor cross-legged and read back over the past six years. things haven't really changed that much. some of the major players have changed - new loves, new friends, new coffeeshops - but all in all the girl writing years ago is still someone i recognize. sometimes someone i painfully miss. and sometimes someone i'm glad i have a few years on. but no matter what, the dreams i had then haven't changed a bit and i feel that i'm still s l o w l y but surely moving towards them.

i came across this entry tonight with a passage from sabrina ward harrison. i fell in love with her first book when i was in highschool and have come back to her books as often as i come back to my own journals.

"so much checking email, catching the train, grabbing lunch. i want a painting room. i want morning glories climbing overhead. i want great mix tapes and backyard wine drinking. i want really low-key folks. i want to give it up. give up the competition. the city thrives on it. the standards are so high. what really rests at the top? i don't like seeing myself in the mirror trying to get there. i look trashy when i do. i look better camping. i feel better in pjs and socks. where can i go that is simple anymore?"


there are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
edith wharton

(sunrise, lake atitlan, guatemala)

ask for forgiveness later

on the chalkboard in our kitchen i scribbled "leap and the net will appear," a saying often used in the artist's way and a beautiful reminder to live in the moment. well i've leapt and this net has turned out to be far grander than any net i could've imagined.

i've begun working part-time at a yoga shop called lululemon. last night at training the manager said, "just do it and ask for forgiveness later," meaning trust yourself. follow your gut. if you want to make a big change trust your creative impulse. and if it doesn't work out, we'll fix it later. i feel like i hold myself to such strict rules. do this, be on time, say this, and to let go and slow down (even just a teensy bit) opens entire worlds i maybe wouldn't have seen before. i've been trying to do incorporate this "act now" philosophy more into my life. maybe i wake up and am running a little late, but rather than panic i make myself a big tea to walk to work with. or stay up a little later reading the stack of magazines i've neglected.

it's time to sink in and enjoy a little bit. get messy. throw some paint around. make some mistakes.

"you must learn to welcome consciously the most unexpected events of life, to be entirely transparent in front of them, without any motive, either right or wrong. at that moment avoid all judgment, for you do not know what law is in operation."
lizelle reymond

let it all go

let go of the ways you thought life would unfold; the holding of plans or dreams or expectations – let it all go.

save your strength to swim with the tide.

the choice to fight what is here before you now will only result in a struggle, fear, and desperate attempts to flee from the very energy you long for.

let go. let it all go and flow with the grace that washes through your days whether you receive it gently or with all your quills raised to defend against invaders.

take on faith: the mind may never find the explanations that it seeks, but you will move forward nonetheless.
let go and the wave’s crests will carry you to unknown shores, beyond your wildest dreams or destinations.

let it all go and find the place of rest and peace, and certain transformation.

dana fould

well said.

from swirly girl:

"I realized that my recent efforts towards connecting all of the Things I Do - or I should say my efforts towards sharing the Things I Do in a way that expresses their interconnectedness - is not about wanting to put forth some sort of image or ideal or glamorized version of myself. If anything, I feel like I am running the risk of diluting the titles I put on things like business cards. Artist. Writer. Swirly. If anything, I am trying to create something much broader, something that conveys the fact that I do many things and have many pursuits, but they are all linked by one overriding value, which is to create a passion-fueled life. If I wanted to simply be an artist, I would create art every day and try to get it sold and exhibited. If I wanted to be a writer I would write and try to get my work published. If I wanted to be a photographer...etcetera, etcetera.

But my life is not guided by just one thing, and I do not believe it is just one thing I do that makes my life worthwhile. I am learning instead that the possibilities for my life are much wider, broader and full of possibility than I have been imagining for myself - and I've dreamed BIG, believe me. The reason I know this is because the journey I am now on has connected me to some of the most astounding human beings on the planet, people who have their own amazing, inspiring stories to tell, and somehow we have found our way to each other. These connections are becoming more frequent, more meaningful and more life-affirming. I consider each new encounter a confirmation that I am on the right path.

I am an artist, a writer, a wife, a friend, a traveler, a housekeeper, a grocery shopper, an organizer, a photographer, a daughter, a blog reader, a website designer, an entreperneur, a runner, a cyclist, and a philosopher. I am not especially confident in the kitchen, get distracted easily, love road trips, have bouts of overwhelming fear and insecurity, and love the smell of celery salt. I am just living my life, and trying to make it as meaningful as possible. I am trying to do my best and to be authentic. I am trying to operate from a place of integrity every step of the way. I am trying to be a positive force in the world, and I have written of these things before. But I think I have been missing a huge part of the landscape that is available to me, and I now see that my life isn't about a specific title or job description; it isn't about accomplishing some grand goal that the rest of the world defines as success. It is about following my own path, expressing myself, trusting my heart and sharing my journey.

I will be writing more about this I know, as I continue to try to define exactly what it is I am talking about, but for now I dare you to expand the vision you have for yourself, for your relationships, your dreams, your work, your life. Dare to know that there is tremendous abundance available to you right now...at this very moment...and that there are so many things you do that play a part in creating a life that makes your heart sparkle. It is all the little things that create the larger story, the deeper meaning, the wider vision. Dare to throw the titles you've given yourself away and instead see that all the possible monikers you might have are what actually creates the unique tapestry that is you."


An Incomplete Manifesto for Growth

1. Allow events to change you. You have to be willing to grow. Growth is different from something that happens to you. You produce it. You live it. The prerequisites for growth: the openness to experience events and the willingness to be changed by them.

2. Forget about good. Good is a known quantity. Good is what we all agree on. Growth is not necessarily good. Growth is an exploration of unlit recesses that may or may not yield to our research. As long as you stick to good you'll never have real growth.

3. Process is more important than outcome. When the outcome drives the process we will only ever go to where we've already been. If process drives outcome we may not know where we’re going, but we will know we want to be there.

4. Love your experiments (as you would an ugly child). Joy is the engine of growth. Exploit the liberty in casting your work as beautiful experiments, iterations, attempts, trials, and errors. Take the long view and allow yourself the fun of failure every day.

5. Go deep. The deeper you go the more likely you will discover something of value.

6. Capture accidents. The wrong answer is the right answer in search of a different question. Collect wrong answers as part of the process. Ask different questions.

7. Study. A studio is a place of study. Use the necessity of production as an excuse to study. Everyone will benefit.

8. Drift. Allow yourself to wander aimlessly. Explore adjacencies. Lack judgment. Postpone criticism.

9. Begin anywhere. John Cage tells us that not knowing where to begin is a common form of paralysis. His advice: begin anywhere.

10. Everyone is a leader. Growth happens. Whenever it does, allow it to emerge. Learn to follow when it makes sense. Let anyone lead.

11. Harvest ideas. Edit applications. Ideas need a dynamic, fluid, generous environment to sustain life. Applications, on the other hand, benefit from critical rigor. Produce a high ratio of ideas to applications.

12. Keep moving. The market and its operations have a tendency to reinforce success. Resist it. Allow failure and migration to be part of your practice.

13. Slow down. Desynchronize from standard time frames and surprising opportunities may present themselves.

14. Don’t be cool. Cool is conservative fear dressed in black. Free yourself from limits of this sort.

15. Ask stupid questions. Growth is fueled by desire and innocence. Assess the answer, not the question. Imagine learning throughout your life at the rate of an infant.

16. Collaborate. The space between people working together is filled with conflict, friction, strife, exhilaration, delight, and vast creative potential.

17. ____________________. Intentionally left blank. Allow space for the ideas you haven’t had yet, and for the ideas of others.

18. Stay up late. Strange things happen when you’ve gone too far, been up too long, worked too hard, and you're separated from the rest of the world.

19. Work the metaphor. Every object has the capacity to stand for something other than what is apparent. Work on what it stands for.

20. Be careful to take risks. Time is genetic. Today is the child of yesterday and the parent of tomorrow. The work you produce today will create your future.

21. Repeat yourself. If you like it, do it again. If you don’t like it, do it again.

22. Make your own tools. Hybridize your tools in order to build unique things. Even simple tools that are your own can yield entirely new avenues of exploration. Remember, tools amplify our capacities, so even a small tool can make a big difference.

23. Stand on someone’s shoulders. You can travel farther carried on the accomplishments of those who came before you. And the view is so much better.

24. Avoid software. The problem with software is that everyone has it.

25. Don’t clean your desk. You might find something in the morning that you can’t see tonight.

26. Don’t enter awards competitions. Just don’t. It’s not good for you.

27. Read only left-hand pages. Marshall McLuhan did this. By decreasing the amount of information, we leave room for what he called our "noodle."

28. Make new words. Expand the lexicon. The new conditions demand a new way of thinking. The thinking demands new forms of expression. The expression generates new conditions.

29. Think with your mind. Forget technology. Creativity is not device-dependent.

30. Organization = Liberty. Real innovation in design, or any other field, happens in context. That context is usually some form of cooperatively managed enterprise. Frank Gehry, for instance, is only able to realize Bilbao because his studio can deliver it on budget. The myth of a split between "creatives" and "suits" is what Leonard Cohen calls a 'charming artifact of the past.'

31. Don’t borrow money. Once again, Frank Gehry’s advice. By maintaining financial control, we maintain creative control. It’s not exactly rocket science, but it’s surprising how hard it is to maintain this discipline, and how many have failed.

32. Listen carefully. Every collaborator who enters our orbit brings with him or her a world more strange and complex than any we could ever hope to imagine. By listening to the details and the subtlety of their needs, desires, or ambitions, we fold their world onto our own. Neither party will ever be the same.

33. Take field trips. The bandwidth of the world is greater than that of your TV set, or the Internet, or even a totally immersive, interactive, dynamically rendered, object-oriented, real-time, computer graphic–simulated environment.

34. Make mistakes faster. This isn’t my idea -- I borrowed it. I think it belongs to Andy Grove.

35. Imitate. Don’t be shy about it. Try to get as close as you can. You'll never get all the way, and the separation might be truly remarkable. We have only to look to Richard Hamilton and his version of Marcel Duchamp’s large glass to see how rich, discredited, and underused imitation is as a technique.

36. Scat. When you forget the words, do what Ella did: make up something else ... but not words.

37. Break it, stretch it, bend it, crush it, crack it, fold it.

38. Explore the other edge. Great liberty exists when we avoid trying to run with the technological pack. We can’t find the leading edge because it’s trampled underfoot. Try using old-tech equipment made obsolete by an economic cycle but still rich with potential.

39. Coffee breaks, cab rides, green rooms. Real growth often happens outside of where we intend it to, in the interstitial spaces -- what Dr. Seuss calls "the waiting place." Hans Ulrich Obrist once organized a science and art conference with all of the infrastructure of a conference -- the parties, chats, lunches, airport arrivals — but with no actual conference. Apparently it was hugely successful and spawned many ongoing collaborations.

40. Avoid fields. Jump fences. Disciplinary boundaries and regulatory regimes are attempts to control the wilding of creative life. They are often understandable efforts to order what are manifold, complex, evolutionary processes. Our job is to jump the fences and cross the fields.

41. Laugh. People visiting the studio often comment on how much we laugh. Since I've become aware of this, I use it as a barometer of how comfortably we are expressing ourselves.

42. Remember. Growth is only possible as a product of history. Without memory, innovation is merely novelty. History gives growth a direction. But a memory is never perfect. Every memory is a degraded or composite image of a previous moment or event. That’s what makes us aware of its quality as a past and not a present. It means that every memory is new, a partial construct different from its source, and, as such, a potential for growth itself.

43. Power to the people. Play can only happen when people feel they have control over their lives. We can't be free agents if we’re not free.

Grow, grow, grow.


"do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach, check your road and the nature of your battle. the world you desire can be won. it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."

ayn rand


home sweet home

oh iowa, how i love your quietness and simplicity. sleeping in and waking up to hazelnut coffee and heaping plates of strawberry pancakes. taking a four-hour nap in the middle of the afternoon because, well, there's nothing else to do. the four of us sitting around our fireplace and drinking cheap vino.

i am literally doing nothing. i have books to read i haven't touched. i don't really feel like watching television. it seems too cold to go for walks. so instead i do a little yoga, a lot of sitting, and just enjoy soaking up this time of peace and quiet, and lots of love.