Loose and casual graphic-blogging with random thoughts and links to interesting things.
I’m such an organizer.
I can’t stand it. This is such a consummately cute idea. Even if the artwork were poor—which it’s not! this is excellent!—the idea is so charming that I want to imitate it for a week. But the nature of my just-trying-to-get-by meals is not worthy of record, so I would have to go out of my way to eat better, or more interestingly, just to have something that merited my feeble artistic hand and diligent preservation.
Goddamn it! I keep finding dreams! I thought I was all caught up except for two more dream-fragments I recorded in the back of the journal. I’m seriously two sheets of paper away from the center of this journal, which is a lot of writing in a little time.
But then I found another notebook page yesterday with three dreams on it, two short and one lengthy bastard. I finally got those transcribed today, fleshed them out as well as I could (usually after a few glyphs it comes back to me, but these are too far in the past). So what do I discover in the back of another notebook? Three more damned dreams.
The fact that I’m finding them everywhere is a mixed blessing. On the one hand, it means great, I’m very good at recording my dreams and I have more than I thought. On the other, I clearly lack any sort of system and will continue to stymie my own progress through my current methods.
It’s almost as though I need one formal dream journal, with everything written out nicely, and one smaller notebook in which I quickly crib the notes from what little I can recall the next morning, and the latter will feed the former. This is starting to sound (even to me) ridiculous.
I’m keeping a dream journal. I think I’ve tried to long ago in the past but it didn’t take. This one came about because I’d started having really vivid dreams last February, and I could even recall them a couple days later.
It so happened that I’d purchased a pack of Moleskine large red Cahiers but had no purpose for them: they were only beautiful so I had to possess them. They sat around, pristine, in my apartment for nearly a year and then I found uses for them. One is my beer journal, wherein I record my misadventures with homebrewing, my tastes and judgment of commercial beer, and anything interesting I uncover in my studies (like a Sumatran prayer that is actually a beer recipe).