I have long planned a blog: Starrettship, which would be a place for well-reasoned, carefully-written articles and essays on the art and craft of Taking Care of what matters most to me: my family, our home, our finances, and myself.
However, it's been a long time coming. In the meantime, have a need to throw some stuff out on to the Internets just to see what sticks. That's what this here tumblog, Done Is Good, is for. Have fun!
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my boss made me put this in my office. blergh.
Wise-ass me thinks you should make a dozen copies of it and put them up in his office (more than he expects to get…) but then you probably want to keep your job, eh? ;-)
Sunburst, one of my favorite mandalas so far. (via Charles Starrett)
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Inspired by Merlin Mann: http://twitter.com/hotdogsladies/status/5491138740
A late-night mandala-ish creation. No intention, just followed my muuuuse…
I just googled “Student killed while riding bike to school,” with 44,700 results.
Then I typed “student killed while driving to school,” yielding 694,000 results.
Finally, I typed, “the value of anecdotal evidence over critical thinking, community involvement and the freedom of choice,” and walked away.
Just finished reading Principia Discordia, and if the distinctive page number style weren’t absent, I would’ve sworn I saw this page in there.
A Five-Stage Model of the Mental Activities Involved in Directed Skill Acquisition (PDF)
Unintentionally awesome-looking cover page of the original 1980 article behind my current obsession, the Dreyfus Model of Skill Acquisition.
Looks like a constructivist poster. Or the front of a Cranbook freshman’s Duo-Tang.
In the town where I grew up, we waved to each other. Whether or not we knew each other’s name, we would wave as we passed, even on opposite sides of the street. It was just what we did. Even in a tourist town, we knew our fellow residents and we greeted each other. Where I live now has a reputation of being “nice,” but I find the society to be rather cold. After suffering under this chill for years, I’ve learned that I have a latent superpower: the power to thaw. It’s helped by the fact that people really do want to warm up; they just need someone to make the first grin. So I call on the part of me that remembers my hometown and I smile, or even wave. Sure, I get strange looks sometimes, but the smiles and waves that I do get back make it all worth it. (Inspired by Rock Paper Cynic.)
