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Significant repeated themes & motifs in my life 2009

I'm reading Sarah Susanka's The Not So Big Life and while some of it gets a little woo-woo new agey for me, I'm generally enjoying it. The pieces which are more tightly connected to her brilliant work as an architect and thinker on how we can occupy spaces that keep us happier are better than the generic spiritualism, I find.

Along the way there are various self-exploration exercises. Here's the list I brainstormed up about what are the significant and/or recurring themes/motifs/objects in my life.

  • books
  • checkerboard spheres
  • little whimsical things (but non-obviously so)
  • approximately Edwardian things and art
  • wood
  • unexpected angles (thinking here of the ceilings of my room as a kid, of a little table I have from the club I used to work at)
  • walking
  • libraries
  • public transit (and I was writing this brainstormed list on the MTA originally)
  • fresh produce
  • spices
  • alphabetization
  • simple, practical, sturdy, beautiful objects (e.g. a wool blanket I bought in Scotland the summer after high school and still use regularly)
  • Japanese art and design
  • writing
  • sleeping enough (or more than enough)
  • dark bedrooms
  • practical shoes
  • The Web
  • Macs and iPhones
  • music usually playing
  • sounds of the world
  • lists
  • showers
  • reading
  • kindness
  • San Francisco
  • London
  • places where redwoods grow
  • sourdough French bread
  • British humor
  • wit
  • wordplay
  • dictionaries and encyclopedias
  • curiousity
  • spring green
  • all natural greens, really
  • guitar music
  • The Beatles
  • Vince Guaraldi
  • smiling
  • fresh-cooked meals
  • uncomplicated starts to the day
  • naturalness (e.g. no makeup, honesty)
  • dark chocolate
  • cheese
  • the feel of clean sheets
  • being warm enough
  • noticing details
  • old houses and new houses with a sense of time and detail
  • Victorian houses
  • Craftsman furniture
  • Craftsman aesthetics
  • trying out new foods
  • perpetual upgrade

Posted on October 26, 2009 at 06:28 PM in Dinah - preferences | Permalink | Comments (4)

Experimenting with movies 2009

Here's a little diary post which I whipped together mostly thinking about the pecha-kucha ideas.

Warning: It's a two minute diary not a one minute diary as titled, oops, and the audio came out a trifle louder than I expected thanks to a better microphone than I'm used to.

My process was to record the slideshow in Keynote, then export to Quicktime, then upload that to Vimeo. Ideas on improved approaches are appreciated in the comments; I decided to go for "imperfect and up today" rather than making it a big project that might get bogged down.

Posted on October 19, 2009 at 09:52 PM in Discardia, movies & tv, mundania, tools | Permalink | Comments (0)

flight home 2009

Ixtapa/Zihuatanejo Internacional (ZIH) to Phoenix Sky Harbor Intl (PHX)
Departure (ZIH): October 17, 2:50 PM CDT (afternoon)
Arrival (PHX): October 17, 4:03 PM MST (afternoon)

Phoenix Sky Harbor Intl (PHX) to San Francisco International (SFO)
Departure (PHX): October 17, 5:15 PM MST (evening)
Arrival (SFO): October 17, 7:14 PM PDT (evening)

Posted on October 17, 2009 at 02:50 PM in travel | Permalink | Comments (0)

On the beach in Zihuatanejo, listening to an American 2009

What animal would have a voice like that? Thin, high, happy bray. The teeth sound larger, the jaw juts to the side, when I look with my eyes closed. Long ears. A jackrabbit. Bugs' country cousin, with that tattoo from his service years in Korea.


Long loping legs and rough hair, Dürer carving in a table leg at an inn. Beer spilled on the table.

Posted on October 17, 2009 at 09:57 AM in creativity, travel | Permalink | Comments (0)

watching the cruise ship sail off into the sunset 2009

Photo by Lila.

Posted on October 14, 2009 at 07:00 PM in friends & family, relationships, the big room with the blue ceiling, travel | Permalink | Comments (0)

relaxation fully settled into the bones now 2009

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Posted on October 13, 2009 at 07:30 PM in Food and Drink, friends & family, relationships, the big room with the blue ceiling, travel | Permalink | Comments (0)

ready for dinner! 2009


Posted on October 13, 2009 at 06:00 PM in Food and Drink, friends & family, relationships, travel | Permalink | Comments (0)

meanwhile back in San Francisco 2009

While enjoying our city apartment during our vacation, my mother documents one of my pieces of artwork.
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Posted on October 13, 2009 at 12:00 PM in creativity, friends & family | Permalink | Comments (0)

on the beach in Zihuatanejo 2009

Photos by Lila.
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Posted on October 12, 2009 at 12:00 PM in Food and Drink, friends & family, relationships, the big room with the blue ceiling, travel | Permalink | Comments (0)

flight to Zihuatanejo 2009

San Francisco International (SFO) to Phoenix Sky Harbor Intl (PHX)
Departure (SFO): October 10, 6:00 AM PDT (morning)
Arrival (PHX): October 10, 7:53 AM MST (morning)

Phoenix Sky Harbor Intl (PHX) to Ixtapa/Zihuatanejo Internacional (ZIH)
Departure (PHX): October 10, 8:45 AM MST (morning)
Arrival (ZIH): October 10, 2:01 PM CDT (afternoon)

Posted on October 10, 2009 at 06:00 AM in travel | Permalink | Comments (0)

Eleven years. 2009

Eleven years?! Holy cow. I've been writing this blog for eleven years. What a lovely time it's been! Wonder how the next eleven will be?

I believe I'll celebrate with a vacation near the ocean. See what little treasures the tide washes up...

Posted on October 10, 2009 at 03:20 AM in Weblogs | Permalink | Comments (3)

In memory of my grandfather, Robert S. McCombs 2009

In celebrating Discardia this time I was going through some old boxes, finding things that can be discarded and re-discovering things that are important and which should never have been buried in a box.

These words, which I spoke at my beloved Grandpa Bob's funeral in the Wasco Methodist Church almost eight years ago, were in a old notebook I just opened at random. I thought I'd lost them or destroyed them in a moment of grief. I am so glad they were just a temporary victim of conquerable clutter.


When I was a child Grandpa Bob and Grandma Susie would bring me to this church, both for services and - to me more exciting - on church business at other times when I would get to play and explore in the Sunday School rooms and Epworth Hall while they did their grown-up things. Since then I've been to many other lovely places, even heard evensong in Canterbury Cathedral in England, but this remains for me the most beautiful church in the world.

I know that Grandpa loved it deeply too and felt proud to introduce me to it. Now he could have made a big deal out of that introduction, but he didn't.

One of the things about him which I most treasure, one of the best lessons he taught me, is that reverence and human nature needn't be at odds. When I was small, sermons were longer, by far, than my attention span. I suppose, by shushing and scolding, I could have been forced to suppress the outward physical signs of my mind wandering, but I suspect that the strongest lesson I would have learned in church might then have been how to pretend to be engrossed in something I didn't understand.

Instead of teaching me that lesson, my Grandpa Bob taught me a much better one: he taught me that inspiration comes to us not by straining but by relaxing and perceiving. And he did it in the most relaxed and intuitive way, teaching by doing.

He knew that inspiration, great and small, can come to us at any moment and so he kept his eyes and his mind open - and he kept a pen and some 3 x 5 index cards in his shirt pocket so if it did come he could write it down and remember it even if he had another dozen minor epiphanies on his way out the door!

When he took me to church, to this beautiful church, he was always watching me as well as listening to the sermon and when he saw my feet start to swing or noticed me reading the program for the fourth time, he wouldn't say a word, he'd just smile that wonderful smile and quietly slip me a card or two and his pen.

Thus my memory of church as a child is not of a place where some man went on endlessly about confusing things while the grownups shushed me repeatedly, but rather of a beautiful place where I could relax and listen and think and write or draw pictures and feel inspiration and love and reverence around me.

Now as an adult, at many an important occasion, I've learned that my attention span isn't that much bigger than it once was and I've suffered a pang of guilt for thinking something like "Good grief, this is the longest wedding ceremony I've ever been to..." but then I remember those 3 x 5 cards and the permission they gave me to approach things at my own pace, to receive whatever lesson I was ready to learn, to experience the mood, the nature, of a time and place without feeling the need to examine and record every detail.

I want to share this lesson with you.

At some point today, even in this memorial service for someone we love very deeply, we admire very much, our minds will wander. This is not a betrayal of his memory; he loved the human mind with all its quirks. He's laughing and winking at you when you realize you've drifted off. Don't worry about it; be yourself.

Bob always seemed to like us best when we were just that.

But while you're woolgathering, if you remember something about him, some anecdote or a quality you always like about him, whatever it be, won't you please take one of those 3 x 5 cards you see in there with the hymnals and jot a note to remind you to share the story with us in Fellowship after the service?

As I learned from Grandpa Bob, church is about inspiration; life is about inspiration; welcome the gift, great or small, when it comes. Be yourself and be open to grace.

Thank you.

Posted on October 3, 2009 at 10:35 PM in creativity, politics & philosophy, relationships | Permalink | Comments (3)

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