Weekend Coffee Talk: Mind, Body, Business & Books (#10)

Oh, how I've missed you! This weekend round-up covers quite a bit of ground, seeing as the last one snuck through in October, pre- Long Pause abyss. Don't feel like you need to read the whole thing! Scan the links and pick a few goodies that jump out at you. Today's Coffee Talk is dedicated to Chuck G. who I had the pleasure of meeting in person (along with his lovely wife) at the Paleo Manifesto book launch party in September. He emailed a few weeks ago along the lines of, "Hey! Where's the Weekend Round-up? I miss it!" I appreciated the nudge and the affirmation that this crazy hodge podge is at least somewhat entertaining and educational for all of you :) 

Year-end round-ups and reflection posts are afoot, and the one I enjoyed completing on a recent flight was Susannah Conway's Unraveling the Year Ahead workbook (big thanks to Clare for the link, who also does amazing round-ups). I'll be posting some public reflections soon here and my annual round-up at Life After College, which will be celebrating its 6-year blogiversary tomorrow!


"Trying to staunch that flow of dirty laundry is like trying to stop the flow of a river to the ocean. When I attempt to build a dam, the gods rain down more dirty laundry, and my dam breaks. Dirty laundry is eternal: it knows no boundaries.

We learn a lot about ourselves, about our plight in life as former free spirits who mutated into heads of household, when we gaze into that crashing river of dirty laundry that rushes through the closets and hallways of our habitat. Do we feel powerless, when we finally recognise that we’ll never truly conquer it?

. . . The laundry will never be done. Rather than pedaling faster and faster the answer is to surrender to the eternal tide."

—Heather Havrilesky, The eternal tide of dirty laundry



What "no" means

  • I'm too busy
  • I don't trust you
  • This isn't on my list
  • My boss won't let me
  • I'm afraid of moving this forward
  • I'm not the person you think I am
  • I don't have the resources you think I do
  • I'm not the kind of person that does things like this
  • I don't want to open the door to a long-term engagement
  • Thinking about this will cause me to think about other things I just don't want to deal with

What it doesn't mean:

  • I see the world the way you do, I've carefully considered every element of this proposal and understand it as well as you do and I hate it and I hate you.

—Seth Godin, What "no" means

Books & Coffee

Two of my favorite things! 

Do you believe in writer’s block? If so, how do you avoid it?

I believe that it happens (and I have experienced it) but I don’t believe that it is a stand-alone psychological disorder. I believe that Writer’s Block is a symptom, usually, of some other actual psychological disorder (depression, anxiety, narcissism, alcoholism, extreme competitiveness, fear, etc).

I combat it through gentleness toward the self. Anything you fight, after all, fights you back. So I don’t fight Writer’s Block. I just try to coerce, persuade, encourage, bribe, and trick myself into returning to work.

And I diminish the stakes by reminding myself that none of this is actually that big a deal. Writers are some of the most dramatic people who ever lived, but in fact, what is at stake in the work of writing is kind of … nothing.

Nobody’s child ever died because someone got a bad review in The New York Times. It’s just art. And as beautiful as art is, and as much as we love it, there is no such thing as an actual real-life Arts Emergency.

. . . Nothing real is at stake here. So just go make a pretty thing. Or make a clunky thing, or a tiny thing, or a big thing, or an ugly thing, or an experimental and wild thing. Doesn’t matter. Enjoy the making. Let it go. It’s merely art. This line of thinking brings me great peace. Gets me out of my own way.

Elizabeth Gilbert for Copyblogger

Just for Fun

"Item #54-3800760 Williams-Sonoma Snowflake Marshmallows

Williams-Sonoma says: "Fluffy marshmallows are hand cut and individually dusted."

Price: $5.95. Set of four.

Notes: That's six dollars—plus shipping—for four fucking marshmallows. A bag of 50 Jet Puft marshmallows is three bucks at the store. Oh, but these were hand-dusted, which makes all the difference. You can taste when your marshmallows have been dusted by some heartless dustbot. It's a cloying taste, which I why I NEVER serve them at my parties, which are attended by many federal appellate court judges and newspaper barons."

The 2013 Hater's Guide to the Williams Sonoma Catalog

That's it for now . . . enjoy your Winter holidays wherever you may be!