Magic is the specific choice. (This might mean that magic is also the disciplined choice.)
There’s this thing I’ve been trying to do lately, which is basically “no laptop after work,” and the nights I can pull it off are remarkable.
I’m on a quest to regain my dangerously fragmented attention.
One of these options leads towards magic.
The other leads away from it.
For better or worse, I am not in touch with the supernatural.
I was doing this interview to get a scholarship for college, it was me and something like four or five faculty members in a conference room, and I can’t remember whether they asked me if I had a philosophy of life or if I volunteered it, but I remember quoting Our Town: Does anyone ever realize […]
This week’s “thoughts from my office” are particularly thoughty.
I was able to do nearly all of my morning piano practice in a focused state, which makes such an incredible difference to the output.
The trouble is, sitting down and thinking “I want to exceed my previous performance” doesn’t work.