August 2009

Aug 31, 2009 4

Heat sink

Several miles to the north and east of me, the hills are literally on fire, outing my complaint about high temperatures and no air conditioning for the pansy-lightweight-whinerfest that it truly is. And yet. There are realities to every season, turn turn turn. And one of the realities of Southern California from late August to […]

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Referral Friday is an ongoing series inspired by John Jantsch’s Make-a-Referral Week. For more about that, and loads more referrals for everything from cobblers to coaches to gee-tar teachers, start here. Pass it on, baby! One thing that drives me batty about Los Angeles is the paucity of excellent, low-key, non-gross hangs for a nice-sized […]

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All the joy all the love all the sunshine and sodas and puppy dogs would mean nothing without the rest of it. All the work all the tears all the mistakes and gaffes and outright fuck-ups. Sink through the floor if you must but remember when you can what put you on that floor to […]

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A thus-far monthly but forever occasional round-up of what I’ve been up to and what I plan to be. For full credits and details, see July’s entry. Colleen of the future (places I’ll be) The Creative Freelancer Conference in San Diego (August 26 – 28) Technically, this is going down now, as you read this […]

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One of the saddest things about loving books to death is finding that someone else has actually killed them off. I feel crazy-mad in love with a little “snack book”, my beloved paternal grandfather’s term for them, way back in 2004, when it caught my eye on an impulse-buy shelf at some local booksellers’ shop. […]

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After almost 48 years on the planet, many of them splashed over with big, fatty dreams, I know this: the more you want something, and the more it is the Next Right Thing for you to be doing, the harder you will push away from it. It’s sort of a glorious indicator, really. I mean, […]

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I had a long talk with an old friend of mine several months ago. We knew each other back in college, when we both had our heads stuck pretty far up our asses. And then, over the years, we kind of lived on parallel tracks: getting into advertising, learning to be grownups, forming decent relationships, […]

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The attack of the blank page of time of the endless rabbit holes of possibility is merciless is sneaky is eternal. The two thousand contacts waiting for you to connect somehow The two hundred ideas competing for pole position in your cranium The two roads, this one or that one, neither one saying which one […]

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I’m accommodationally bifurcated these days, dividing my time between My Country House (aka The BF’s spacious and bucolic Actual House with Lawn, Patio & Dog) and my bachelorette pad (aka Rent Control Central, “Colleen’s Stubborn Handhold on Freedom,” or, during certain parts of summer, “The E-Z-Bake Oven”), so I can’t tell you how long ago […]

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As further proof that the most inspiring and joyous of art is often born of the most dire and dour of experiences, I give you Patti Digh and the magnificent, powerful, astonishing collection of stories she has written on her blog, 37 Days, and compiled as a book, Life Is a Verb: 37 Days to […]

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