Observed.

A few observations to keep you going:

When you smile, you don't know you're smiling. When you frown, or just neutral or whatever, you don't think about it.

But when you half-smile, you know you're half smiling. Right right? I'm a half-smiler. A chuckler. Cynical. But really fucking happy. Half-smiler.

Also, there's a big couch half-way up Mount Tolmie. It's upside down. Upside down! What do you make of that? What is an upside down couch good for?

Also, "mandala" is red-underlined. Why wouldn't "mandala" be a word? And "mandalic" is the adjective.

AND my LAMP is LOUD. That's annoying. Like a fizzling eeeeeeeee sound coming from it. Like a bug. Like something's living up there. Like the sound Scout made today up Mount Tolmie when he got himself tangled up in his leash, and then continued to spin and spin as if that would HELP him outa the mess. EEE EEEEE EEEE EEEE

I'm mandalic. And stressed out. Gawwwwd.....

We'll eat you up,

we love you so!

So last weekend (yes, this is delayed), a crowd of friends and I went to go see Where the Wild Things Are, the Spike Jonze adaptation of the kiddie book, one of my favourites.

Creative act: CROWN MAKING. No joke, there was a crown making station right there spot in the middle of SilverCity. My friends and I just looked at each other like

Um, yes(!).

And off we went.

My favourite moment was after we'd finished up our creations and Hal, looking disappointedly at his crown, realized he still had work to do, and rushed back to apply more sequins/stickers/construction paper. Yes, you can be a perfectionist with your artsy-crafty-made-for-babes project. Go on, take some more stickers from the kids, I DARE YOU. And he was standing down there, all innocent, like get outa my way, you know my crown is gonna be better than your crown.

Advice? See the opportunity and go for it, even if the target demographic is under seven. You'll be surprised how much fun you'll have.

"so pretty in the sky"

I am not a photographer, but wow.

James and I had some time to kill before the 305 screening (the final result of my Animate me. creative act) last night. When we first got off the bus, there was pink all around. I swear to god, it was like we were in a fucking watercolour painting or something. With watered out pink over everything. Unreal.

I took the photo with my blackberry. Nothing special. And truth be told, this does not do the evening justice. Sometimes I think the act of creativity is merely an attempt to grasp and sort-of-fossilize our world. It's pretty fucking insane that we even have a planet Earth with all these little PEOPLE who TALK TO EACH OTHER and eat chop suey, and, like, drive cars around to JOBS. We wear clothes, too. And bracelets. What the fuck? That's weird, and if anyone tries to tell you otherwise, they're the insane ones, not you. I swear to god.

I have a hard time contemplating why anyone would need to be "forced" to be creative (ie Patricia James's Learning Creativity: A Case Study) - or, at least, taken out of their comfort zone and put into a "creative one" - when there's so much in this world to leave you wide-eyed and salivating. My question is how did she (Case-study-Sara) avoid it for so long.

Ah, the Urge. I do feel lucky, but I need to remind myself how lucky I am.