Project Whore
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itsallovernowSo, it's no secret that my brain is like a magpie on crack, always looking for shiny things to distract it, obsessing about them and then leaving them behind in the nest.
I never abandon my projects, I just put them on hiatus when other stuff (read: distractions) appears.
So, last week, someone sent me this article: Eek, Run for your lives! The snakes are coming.
Despite my healthy fear of snakes, this just killed me!! Visions of hippy pythons trying to hitch-hike to San Fransisco filled my weekend with glee. (It also guarantees I'm never going to Florida.)
But it also lead to an idea I had for a list project (I want to write a story in list form, sets of lists as communication, the way we meme to show ourselves, the way a good list, like those "My character X" lists are so evocative). And I wanted to start with an "irrational" or "unusual" fears list.
When I mentioned this to Sh., she suggested I turn it into performance art, collect the lists of fears and have people interpret them at will- through poetry, dance, visual arts, type, textile, whatever. I love that idea, love it very much, and so, at the very least, I want to start collecting lists of things that people are afraid of (or that give them a visceral shudder) that are maybe out of the ordinary, or things that are unlikely to happen, but still provoke a sense of dread. So help me out folks, tell me what you're afraid of. It can be anything - big, small, silly, terrifying, absurd, impossible, etc.
I'll even start.
I am afraid of:
1. Snakes falling out of the trees onto me (and while this is irrational, it's also not impossible. Snakes live in trees sometimes, just not in Southern California. This is also why I'm never going to the rain forest. Or the Philippines).
2. My teeth breaking against concrete. (Yes it's specific. No, I don't know why concrete. The teeth thing is all encompassing but only concrete makes me sweat in a bad way.)
3. Sharks swimming in through the pool drain.
4. Earwigs eating my brain. (I blame Star Trek)
5. Tapeworms. Or any sort of parasitical worm that one could see through one's skin.
Sh. is afraid of falling into a volcano and of Big Bird. One of the women in my writer's group is afraid of moths.
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In further news, I'm currently indulging my historical Americana trivia kink and reading a book on baseball, a book on New York oysters, and the Nixon/Kissinger book.
I never abandon my projects, I just put them on hiatus when other stuff (read: distractions) appears.
So, last week, someone sent me this article: Eek, Run for your lives! The snakes are coming.
Despite my healthy fear of snakes, this just killed me!! Visions of hippy pythons trying to hitch-hike to San Fransisco filled my weekend with glee. (It also guarantees I'm never going to Florida.)
But it also lead to an idea I had for a list project (I want to write a story in list form, sets of lists as communication, the way we meme to show ourselves, the way a good list, like those "My character X" lists are so evocative). And I wanted to start with an "irrational" or "unusual" fears list.
When I mentioned this to Sh., she suggested I turn it into performance art, collect the lists of fears and have people interpret them at will- through poetry, dance, visual arts, type, textile, whatever. I love that idea, love it very much, and so, at the very least, I want to start collecting lists of things that people are afraid of (or that give them a visceral shudder) that are maybe out of the ordinary, or things that are unlikely to happen, but still provoke a sense of dread. So help me out folks, tell me what you're afraid of. It can be anything - big, small, silly, terrifying, absurd, impossible, etc.
I'll even start.
I am afraid of:
1. Snakes falling out of the trees onto me (and while this is irrational, it's also not impossible. Snakes live in trees sometimes, just not in Southern California. This is also why I'm never going to the rain forest. Or the Philippines).
2. My teeth breaking against concrete. (Yes it's specific. No, I don't know why concrete. The teeth thing is all encompassing but only concrete makes me sweat in a bad way.)
3. Sharks swimming in through the pool drain.
4. Earwigs eating my brain. (I blame Star Trek)
5. Tapeworms. Or any sort of parasitical worm that one could see through one's skin.
Sh. is afraid of falling into a volcano and of Big Bird. One of the women in my writer's group is afraid of moths.
*
In further news, I'm currently indulging my historical Americana trivia kink and reading a book on baseball, a book on New York oysters, and the Nixon/Kissinger book.
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Date: 2008-03-04 02:07 am (UTC)When I was a kid, I was terrified of the drain in the basement floor. I imagined it led to a whole network of subterranean metal-walled cells and the whole concept still stinks of despair in my mind.
Also, when I'd head to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I'd step quick and only look ahead in case someone was waiting in the dark to grab me. I also wouldn't look in the bathroom mirror, lest I see something in the dark. Actually, now that I think of it, I haven't had either of those thoughts since I got knocked up--I think pregnancy upgraded my anxiety firmware in that I *need* to know what's in the dark, because I need to kill it dead.
Now I just have intrusive thoughts of kidlet disaster. This week's tummy bug spurred a few gems like, "what if she's so dehydrated her kidney's are shutting down?" and "hey, is that a snore on the monitor or is she choking?"
Oy.