Today’s newsletter is about keeping track of the movies with watch on pizza night.
One star = Everybody really liked it, would watch again.
Two stars = Everybody loved it, feels like a classic.
Read the rest here, and get Meg’s dough recipe here.
Today’s newsletter is about keeping track of the movies with watch on pizza night.
One star = Everybody really liked it, would watch again.
Two stars = Everybody loved it, feels like a classic.
Read the rest here, and get Meg’s dough recipe here.
Here’s a close-up on the owlets in our owl box from this morning. They’re getting so big and you can see that their feathers are starting to come in. They’re about 2 1/2 weeks old now, so we only have 1 1/2 to two weeks until they’ll be ready to think about leaving the box.
Owls in the birdbath are so funny. You know they love it, but they still have to maintain their crazy high levels of paranoia ? ? pic.twitter.com/sa2H34Y7Fh
— Austin Kleon (@austinkleon) April 26, 2023
Their mama leaves them to themselves in the box these days, so we rarely see the parents until nighttime when they do their doordashing. (Apart from last week’s sighting of Mr. Coconut, I haven’t been able to spot them in the yard during the day. They have a good hiding spot!)
One of my favorite thing these days is drawing them in my diary — these drawings are often accompanied with notes on my own two owlets, my two boys. Their progress is much slower and more cyclical and harder to track. But even so, they, too, are growing much faster than I would like them to.
Here’s a wonderful sign I saw in a front yard while walking my neighborhood. This is exactly how I feel when I’m tossing out seeds at the beginning of a creative project: Are these weeds or are they flowers? I guess we’ll see.
But what is a weed? Emerson, ever a fan of a gardening metaphor, said it was “a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.”
I came across another gardening metaphor just this morning: dandelions and orchids.
This metaphor comes from psychology and has to do with sensitivity in children. The idea is that some children are like dandelions and they can grow in any environment. Other children are like orchids: they need very particular conditions and the right environment to grow and thrive. And a majority of children are like tulips, somewhere in the middle of these two extremes.
The metaphor, like all metaphors, has limits, but I find it personally helpful: I’m raising one boy who’s more like a dandelion and one who’s more like an orchid.
Artists tend to be highly sensitive people, and I wonder how many grown artists consider themselves dandelions or orchids.
I feel like a dandelion, myself, which is good and bad. So often, I feel scattered to the winds, content to land wherever, and do my work there. I am easily distracted and can get interested in anything. Chaos can be a very fruitful source of creativity for me.
But there are orchid parts of me that I feel are really beautiful and often neglected — in part because I pride myself on my unfussy dandelion-ness.
I suspect this has some relationship to the specialist/farmer and generalist/hunter tension.
I was touched by these bits from an interview with Iggy Pop. As @jhiggy suggested, they lend new depth to the lyrics of “No Fun”:
Maybe go out
Maybe stay home
Maybe call mom
on the telephone
Iggy has spoken elsewhere about the love of his parents:
My parents had been shocked and impoverished by the Depression. It made them careful and frugal. At first, as a teacher, my father made no money. So he got the idea of living in a trailer park. The rent was a dollar a day for the plot. I slept over the dinette, on a shelf. We were definitely the only college-educated family in the camp.
Once I hit junior high in Ann Arbor, I began going to school with the son of the president of Ford Motor Company, with kids of wealth and distinction. But I had a wealth that beat them all. I had the tremendous investment my parents made in me. I got a lot of care. They helped me explore anything I was interested in. This culminated in their evacuation from the master bedroom in the trailer, because that was the only room big enough for my drum kit. They gave me their bedroom.
“I had a wealth that beat them all.”
(He speaks more about his upbringing in Jim Jarmusch’s documentary, Gimme Danger.)
One of my all-time favorite drawing games with my kids is called Exquisite Corpse.
Put simply: two or more people draw a head/torso/legs without looking at each other’s drawings.
We made a silly video to show you how its done:
It’s probably worth pointing out that Exquisite Corpse actually started out with the Surrealist writers, as a kind of proto-MadLib such as:
The [adjective] [noun] [adverb] [verb] the [adjective] [noun].
This is where the name “Exquisite Corpse” came from:
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau. (The exquisite corpse shall drink the new wine.)
It’s fun because it’s a cooperative game, not a competitive one.
I’m now thinking it would be fairly easy to do an musical Exquisite Corpse in GarageBand: you’d pick a tempo and a key, one person could make a beat, then the next person could make a bassline without listening to the beat, and the next person could make a melody without listening to either. Then you could play it back and see what it sounds like. (I’m going to try this and I’ll let you know how it goes!)
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