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Give me an Idea
Arm Dancing
[ 3 minute read ]
When you have something to do and when you can't find a solution and need a strategy to make the plan work, is the time when many of us might 'sleep on it' or 'put it on the back-boiler'. These two expressions are, of course, idioms that smack of our parents advice. Many of us may feel so threatened by a deadline that we worry at the problem and cannot relax. I have been in just such a situation. The EMA (End of Module Assessment) is done; not as well as I would have liked but I still have a few days to re-submit a revised version. I made sure to get that out of the way. I ran out of vitamin supplements and started eating them again three days ago; for me, it is a fools errand to worry about finding a solution to a problem without at least trying to feed my brain properly.
I have been waiting for an idea; an idea that I have been hoping would just jump out of the hedge of confusion as I pass by. In that mental world, ideas have abounded, all sharp and jagged, and smooth, in all the wrong places. But each one never behaves as I like. They jump from one side of me to the other as they walk along beside me, chattering nonsense and reason alike in short staccato bursts. Then they ape my walk behind me and make their mocking clear by doing it ahead of me. I turn and make my thoughts change direction but the ideas change their style. Stifling smiles, they pretend to show remorse and act out listening poses to my responses as though they are compliant and care. But, I know that my questions on what I have failed to understand are mere gimcracks compared to their palace of priceless gems. My reasoning, oh so essential for progress, binds and circumvents brain-storming. My creativity needs to be unruly and wild. It needs to have free-rein sometimes, but if it comes up with nothing, I have to stop the crazy ghost-train, and erect sticky scaffolding for thoughts and concepts to stick.to.
Still bubbling away on the back-boiler in the kitchen of my mind is, of course, what drives me; what I am interested in. On occasion, I come across something out of the blue that just tickles me. Yesterday, I watched a YouTube video of Alanis Morissette performing 'Uninvited' at the Woodstock 1999 festival. She made an exceedingly good impression of Joe Cocker's arm-dance at the original 1969 festival during his performance of 'With a little help from my friends'. No, I mean, apart from the obvious physical differences, the song, and the voice, Alanis Morissette was Joe Cocker. I used to emulate Joe Cocker's Woodstock arm-dance on stage when I went to see local bands. Other people would try to get on the stage and would be stopped by the bouncers. I only did it to get the crowd dancing. Bands play better if they feel appreciated. As soon as a lot of people had put aside their embarrassment (they can't be as bad as the weirdo on stage) I would get off the stage and be normal again.
The arm-dance. If you imagine the tendons in your arms have tightened and bent your hands at the wrist and your arms flail around trying to play a stretchy guitar that moves from mid-thigh to in front of your chest while you are hamming up a death scene from poison, you might be able to make a good go at doing Joe Cocker's, Alanis Morissette's, and my local-stage arm-dance. Oh I forgot, you have to stagger a bit as though overwhelmed and stunned too.
A flurry of romping thoughts and absorption in music; ecstasy.
Ecstasy Unruly Arm Dance
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I am not on YouTube or social media
Give me an Idea
Arm Dancing
[ 3 minute read ]
When you have something to do and when you can't find a solution and need a strategy to make the plan work, is the time when many of us might 'sleep on it' or 'put it on the back-boiler'. These two expressions are, of course, idioms that smack of our parents advice. Many of us may feel so threatened by a deadline that we worry at the problem and cannot relax. I have been in just such a situation. The EMA (End of Module Assessment) is done; not as well as I would have liked but I still have a few days to re-submit a revised version. I made sure to get that out of the way. I ran out of vitamin supplements and started eating them again three days ago; for me, it is a fools errand to worry about finding a solution to a problem without at least trying to feed my brain properly.
I have been waiting for an idea; an idea that I have been hoping would just jump out of the hedge of confusion as I pass by. In that mental world, ideas have abounded, all sharp and jagged, and smooth, in all the wrong places. But each one never behaves as I like. They jump from one side of me to the other as they walk along beside me, chattering nonsense and reason alike in short staccato bursts. Then they ape my walk behind me and make their mocking clear by doing it ahead of me. I turn and make my thoughts change direction but the ideas change their style. Stifling smiles, they pretend to show remorse and act out listening poses to my responses as though they are compliant and care. But, I know that my questions on what I have failed to understand are mere gimcracks compared to their palace of priceless gems. My reasoning, oh so essential for progress, binds and circumvents brain-storming. My creativity needs to be unruly and wild. It needs to have free-rein sometimes, but if it comes up with nothing, I have to stop the crazy ghost-train, and erect sticky scaffolding for thoughts and concepts to stick.to.
Still bubbling away on the back-boiler in the kitchen of my mind is, of course, what drives me; what I am interested in. On occasion, I come across something out of the blue that just tickles me. Yesterday, I watched a YouTube video of Alanis Morissette performing 'Uninvited' at the Woodstock 1999 festival. She made an exceedingly good impression of Joe Cocker's arm-dance at the original 1969 festival during his performance of 'With a little help from my friends'. No, I mean, apart from the obvious physical differences, the song, and the voice, Alanis Morissette was Joe Cocker. I used to emulate Joe Cocker's Woodstock arm-dance on stage when I went to see local bands. Other people would try to get on the stage and would be stopped by the bouncers. I only did it to get the crowd dancing. Bands play better if they feel appreciated. As soon as a lot of people had put aside their embarrassment (they can't be as bad as the weirdo on stage) I would get off the stage and be normal again.
The arm-dance. If you imagine the tendons in your arms have tightened and bent your hands at the wrist and your arms flail around trying to play a stretchy guitar that moves from mid-thigh to in front of your chest while you are hamming up a death scene from poison, you might be able to make a good go at doing Joe Cocker's, Alanis Morissette's, and my local-stage arm-dance. Oh I forgot, you have to stagger a bit as though overwhelmed and stunned too.
A flurry of romping thoughts and absorption in music; ecstasy.