Posts by Susan Diaz3

Tyler Doyle said:It isn't "is it," it should be "whether it is."😉

Actually, I think it's just "is it."☕

When I go alone, I guess I just push my way to the front. I used to always fight my way into the very first row, but maybe now I should act my age. ☕

And when I'm with people who have signed their names below... there really isn't any other choice..

stormywolf39 said:parking in the spot with the best sound 😁

The return of Point 😁

Michael Phillips8 said:+
P.O.D.R.U.M.: del Pueblo + Frequency; 9 PM, $6.75

I just saw an email 👍

swiftmaker20 said:I don't speak female, please clarify. 🤣

I suppose I hope I am not quite as unlikable as this... artist.
*mental note* create an online dictionary for female slang; commercial success seems likely

swiftmaker20 said:I guess I just find everyone rather unpleasant. Maybe it's just me. 🤣
Maybe I'm just being paranoid... 🙏

I suppose there might be some kind of scale for how much someone can dislike another... maybe.

swiftmaker20 said:Wait, I think... maybe Jay-Z is actually Helen? 🤮 😬

Even if I am not on the same level as her, I guess. Maybe. 😁

Some girl you just can't stand 😛 (since I really don't care for Zyklon 🤣)

We were listening to some weird indie stuff today... I haven't been to Aunt Rosie's in forever.

Tonight:



*yawn*

Friday options:

• K.U.N.S.: some smelly performance by David Discordia
• Discordia: a screening of "The Passage" featuring music picked by Jay-Z (she's done being a poet, I guess; now she thinks she's a DJ)
• Gekko: A screening of "The Wall"

The Wall " oh joy. ☕

Booker, Mardi Gras 2008

Me: hey there!
Lord Aragon: hey!
Me: I really love that costume! (thinking they're a pirate)
Lord Aragon: actually... it isn't a costume.
Me: um... sorry? 😁

stormywolf39 said:Anyway, at least we had a decent time this weekend at the palace... I don't know about you guys, but I've honestly had enough of this nonsense.

Just now? 😛

It’s all gone downhill.

1. Ever since these events started pulling in at least 500 people, you can't even grab a drink properly because the line at the bar never moves.

2. Ever since there are more people dressed normally than people actually following the theme. It feels wrong listening to nineties hits—or any era, really—if you aren't dressed the part. It feels kind of pretentious to pretend you're into the vibe when you look like an idiot.

On a side note, I am genuinely curious what they could have possibly seen at that Metal Bend Ever party in Whoville.

swiftmaker20 said:As for them... I mean, I get along with them pretty well and all, but they really need to find a decent drummer. 😬

heheheh, signed, sealed, delivered 😁

but anyway, is anyone heading out to see Senna tonight? ☕

If someone doesn't respect you—and they clearly don't, given how they cheated on you—I guess I just don't see any valid reason to stay on good terms with them.

After a nasty breakup, there isn't really a friendship left, and honestly, sometimes even after a clean break. You can say hi if you run into them, but for a maniac like that, even that feels like too much.

Drew Morgan said:This is a fascinating topic!

Drew Morgan, try doing the exact opposite of your usual routine—give your work away for free or just sell it off. Once you let go, you won't be so emotionally tethered to it. Ultimately, the act of creation matters more than the final product itself.

I deal with an even worse issue—I get pathologically attached to my concepts. I try to force them into reality, but it rarely works because those ideas come from a world of ideas—things like justice and other abstract nonsense. 😍

I also struggle to let go of things I’m not even personally invested in; they just end up irritating me. I really respect this artist. When I die, I don't want to leave anything material behind as a burden, least of all my own body.

I already give most of what I make away, since I hate buying generic gifts (unless they are books 😍), but selling stuff is just... tricky. You have to weigh the value against the materials and the hours spent, but then again, these are unique pieces, and that carries a price... so if I were to sell anything, the price would be a bit "outrageous" and out of reach for many, but I think it would be wrong to sell for less because I put so much time and effort into it. I guess I'd rather sit around doing nothing than work for nothing, right?😉

Drew Morgan said:This is a fascinating topic!

Drew Morgan, try doing the exact opposite of your usual routine—give your work away for free or just sell it off. Once you let go, you won't be so emotionally tethered to it. Ultimately, the act of creation matters more than the final product itself.

I deal with an even worse issue—I get pathologically attached to my concepts. I try to force them into reality, but it rarely works because those ideas come from a world of ideas—things like justice and other abstract nonsense. 😍

I also struggle to let go of things I’m not even personally invested in; they just end up irritating me. I really respect this artist. When I die, I don't want to leave anything material behind as a burden, least of all my own body.

A lot of us hold those kinds of ideas, but in today's environment, it is hard to put them into practice the way we want to🤷 maybe it won't always be this way.

Jeremy Davis7, that example you gave about Sirius is great. For me, I collect books—I think my "private library" and all my computer and tech gear cost me about the same amount... but I can't imagine just tossing it all. I want to leave it all to my kids as a legacy, along with my love for reading.😍

For me, destroying the journals I wrote for five years was a kind of catharsis. A few times I went back to look through them, and every single time, the gloom radiating from the pages put me in such a bad mood that one day I decided I never wanted to look back. I took scissors, shredded everything into tiny pieces, and threw it all in the trash.

I will comment more later; you guys have all said some really interesting things.🙂

Zachary Cook2 said:I’m not attached to stuff like that, or even people—though they tend to attach themselves to me, which means I have to find ways to screw things up. Honestly, I’m not even attached to myself—to my physical body, anyway. Well, technically I am, but from my perspective, I'm really not.

So, here's the thing: while you're working, you've unconsciously slipped into that inner silence. That's why it feels so good and everything feels right—in that moment of doing, you just aren't weighing yourself down with useless mental chatter.

That’s exactly why you’re creative. You're tapping into that vastness out there—that nagual—drawing ideas from a place where you don't need to "think," you just act.

It would be a game-changer if you could do this consciously. Imagine being able to do absolutely nothing and feeling just as good as when you're actually producing something.

Give it a shot. Go sit in a park, stare at something, and just shut off the internal monologue.

👍

Yes, I understand that part. But maybe one has to take that first step and force oneself at the start... then, once I "warm up," I guess everything just flows naturally. 🙂

Zachary Cook2 said:I’m not attached to stuff like that, or even people—though they tend to attach themselves to me, which means I have to find ways to screw things up. Honestly, I’m not even attached to myself—to my physical body, anyway. Well, technically I am, but from my perspective, I'm really not.

So, here's the thing: while you're working, you've unconsciously slipped into that inner silence. That's why it feels so good and everything feels right—in that moment of doing, you just aren't weighing yourself down with useless mental chatter.

That’s exactly why you’re creative. You're tapping into that vastness out there—that nagual—drawing ideas from a place where you don't need to "think," you just act.

It would be a game-changer if you could do this consciously. Imagine being able to do absolutely nothing and feeling just as good as when you're actually producing something.

Give it a shot. Go sit in a park, stare at something, and just shut off the internal monologue.

👍

I suppose I manage to pull it off occasionally, though it's much harder because those intrusive thoughts are just so difficult to shake... It really is a discipline that people have to work incredibly hard to master. 😉 It seems to come naturally to some people, I guess. For me, I really have to put in the work.

hiddenhound3 said:You say that simply because you don't know me very well enough. 😬 It isn't just that I lose or forget things; I have this uncanny knack for breaking them or dropping them into water, and they seem to have a particular penchant for doing so right when they are brand new. 🙂
An anecdote: I once rode my bicycle to the corner store and ended up walking home, though I didn't realize what had happened until a few days later when I needed the bike again to run an errand; naturally, it was gone for good. 😢

Now, regarding the second point. Since I write a bit myself and am terribly sensitive to all manner of criticism, I have come to the conclusion that this is fundamentally a matter of ego. In principle, for the sake of our own mental well-being, we ought to release our creations into the world in such a way that they might live on their own, develop their own identity, and tell their own stories entirely independent of our influence. I am well aware that this is a difficult task, as it feels much like severing a part of oneself.

I guess I have to admit... I haven't heard that one before. 🙏 I feel for you. I really do. 🙂

hiddenhound3 said:You say that simply because you don't know me very well enough. 😬 It isn't just that I lose or forget things; I have this uncanny knack for breaking them or dropping them into water, and they seem to have a particular penchant for doing so right when they are brand new. 🙂
An anecdote: I once rode my bicycle to the corner store and ended up walking home, though I didn't realize what had happened until a few days later when I needed the bike again to run an errand; naturally, it was gone for good. 😢

Now, regarding the second point. Since I write a bit myself and am terribly sensitive to all manner of criticism, I have come to the conclusion that this is fundamentally a matter of ego. In principle, for the sake of our own mental well-being, we ought to release our creations into the world in such a way that they might live on their own, develop their own identity, and tell their own stories entirely independent of our influence. I am well aware that this is a difficult task, as it feels much like severing a part of oneself.

Sure, the ego. It loves praise, but it gets wounded by criticism..
but that's exactly what I was emphasizing. If people didn't take their own work so personally, they wouldn't feel this way.
For instance, a friend of mine who writes. She rarely writes, but when she finally does, I just lose my mind because it's so good. And she says herself that she isn't trying to write, it just happens—afterward, she feels as if she didn't write the story, but rather the story wrote itself. Like she doesn't even deserve it. That way, she stays distanced from the work itself.
I guess the problem is that I perceive my ideas as "mine," instead of divine inspiration.

I like to think of myself as a non-materialistic person, but if I’m being honest, there’s one thing standing in my way. I suppose as long as that desire exists, I’m not truly a "non-materialist"—it's my attachment to things I've actually created myself.

Not letting go of things I've bought isn't really my issue. Over the last decade, I've lost so many phones, jewelry, accessories (gloves, scarves, umbrellas...), even pricier items like MP3 players and cameras... I don't think I've ever heard anyone else admit to being quite this clumsy when it comes to losing stuff. 😲
So, I've decided that maybe all this was meant to teach me not to get attached to things, and I am working on it; I believe I'm on the right track.

But when it involves products of my own mind and hands, it’s a bit harder. I have this ability to make aesthetically pleasing things—clothing, jewelry... I draw, I design, I just love it. If someone were to ask me "Why?", my answer would be—because I can. It frustrates me when people have talents they don't use, and I get frustrated with myself when I hit those long "dry" spells. During those times, I feel like an incomplete person, and as soon as I get back to work—everything feels right again. Anyone who has ever poured their entire mind and body into a task for hours upon hours knows how much it resembles meditation; plus, in the end, we aren't just rewarded with clear, focused thoughts, but with a tangible object that came into existence through the process.

The problem—though I'm not even sure if it's a problem—is that the item becomes deeply important later on. It gets to a point where I'd only ever gift it to my closest people, and if I thought about selling it, I don't think I could ever bring myself to part with it for any amount of money.
At this stage of my life, the feeling is perhaps the closest thing to motherhood I can experience.
I realize these are just "things," so I don't want to delude myself into thinking it's anything different from being attached to a car or a new pair of shoes.

Do you have similar experiences? Have you overcome this, and if so, how? 🙂