Big Red?
Then again, Big Bird in Polish is Żółtodziób (yellow beak), and in Spanish he’s Abelardo Montoya, which is just a name.
Big Red?
Then again, Big Bird in Polish is Żółtodziób (yellow beak), and in Spanish he’s Abelardo Montoya, which is just a name.
I was put into all sorts of “gifted and creative” classes in elementary school, but the ironic thing is that I was absolutely lousy at being creative, at least the way our classes went. Give me a blank sheet of paper and tell me to write a story or draw a picture, and you’d get a frustrated confused little boy and a blank sheet of paper. But tell me to write a story within specific guidelines or draw a picture of a specific thing, and I’d try my best, even if it sort of sucked. Creating from scratch never interested me; fulfilling and exceeding a set of expectations did. Probably why I became a graphic designer and not a fine artist.
I’ve always described this as “having a hard time shifting gears”. I was a non hyperactive but ADD kid when if you weren’t bouncing off the walls you didn’t get diagnosed, and even for them the system was not very supportive. I don’t take verbal directions or multitask well, but can hyperfocus on a task easily, well, more easily before the Internet. College would have worked for me if I had been allowed to take only 3 classes, but there was always pressure to “normalize” and take 5. Even by the mid 80’s there was more recognition of and space made for impairments like mine.
But this child sounds like the problem isn’t creativity per se but filtering and situation appropriate behavior. Usually that’s accompanied by the tendency to run at the mouth and not do a lot of listening to other people’s words or visual cues. A lot of creative but non spectrum kids will sit at their desks drawing or writing but not disrupting. I drew full page sailing ship naval battles.
It’s funny how minds work. My daughter who’s a terrific writer was recently blank about an story topic but given a random silly line wrote an amazing one.
Wait- so getting called “fag” for knowing things wasn’t a joke? Next you’ll tell me “You’re so smart, block this fist” wasn’t a koan!
I’m reminded of a bit in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
Pirsig set his class a creative writing task, aimed at breaking them out of their usual patterns. The instruction was to find a brick wall and write about it.
He had one distressed student who came back empty, claiming that it was impossible. So he had her start with the top left brick, write about that, then move on to the next one, and so on.
It worked; the floodgates broke and an essay came pouring out.
never verbalized it before, but yes. Me, too.
Very frustrating. I’m good at problem solving. “Do whatever you want” is not solving any problems. Finding a solution is the creative part, for me. I’m good at writing and drawing, but those are skills–tools–nothing about them is inherently creative. I guess it is expected that a good writer or artist is creative because those skills are often developed by people that want to get their ideas out there? Never really thought about it. But I’m a better craftsman than some of these folks, but it’s all just skills. Tell me what you want and I’ll provide a solution. It’s also a great motivator. Doing it “for me” is no motivation, unfortunately.
I’ve often said, contrary to Edison, that 90% of successful invention is identifying a good problem to solve. While I’ve made my career solving mechanical design problems for clients, I’m not as good at coming up with problems to solve as I used to be. But I’m such a pessimist about the whole marketing thing that I’ve never tried to market an invention myself and only licensed a design once, and that was a disappointment due to the company’s mishandling it.
‘Creative’ is a word that’s depreciated in meaning, at least for me. Somebody says ‘oh, that’s creative’ when, depending on the context, they actually mean ‘innovative’ (solves a problem via novel or unexpected means), ‘imaginative’ (a muddled term itself; could mean anything from ‘expresses a novel perspective of subject’ to ‘shows playful thinking’), or ‘generative’ (fosters/provokes further consideration/discussion of the subject; a springboard for more ideas).
Sarcastic use of ‘creative’ can put some sharp teeth on either of these last two connotations.
“Creativity is the enemy of innovation.”
That’s from artist Tom Sachs, who felt much the same way.
I’m a trans woman and on my right hand, the ring finger is longer, but on the left hand they’re equal. Wait, maybe it actually depends on how I hold my hands? It seems I can get a range of results.
Hmm, I looked it up and it appears the gender correlation is pretty minor, with the ring finger being longer for the vast majority of both men and women:
(X axis is ratio of index finger to ring finger)
Those curves look a little clean. Are they just means and standard deviations?
Ah good catch. Looks like it.
“Creativity is the enemy of innovation.”
That’s from artist Tom Sachs, who felt much the same way.
Not sure what he meant, but it evokes to me all the times I’ve seen overdesigned crap that clearly just served somoene’s jollies.
My working interpretation of this quote is pretty similar. Identify the problem. Don’t ‘brainstorm’. Ground yourself in hard data (this includes qualitative data such as the experiences of others). Revisit what’s already known to work. Abandon convenient assumptions. Look where no one else is looking.
All of which readily applies to disciplines like engineering and programming. Translating these lessons to music and th visual arts is tricky. Often there is not a problem to solve, at least in the analytical sense.
When it comes to animals, no matter how cute & furry, I like 'em and I’m good to 'em, but I’m not very sentimental about their mortality. I’m very resistant to anthropomorphizing them, and I used to get pretty weirded out by people who would be more emotionally affected by, say, Old Yeller’s death (to the point where I feel like I gotta spoilertag that) or, even more so, what happened to Old Dan and Little Ann at the end of Where the Red Fern Grows rather than what happened to Rubin Pritchard in the same book. But at some point I came to realize that I myself appear to be some kind of heartless weirdo for this. At least in the circles I move in. Loss of human life still bothers me more than loss of nonhuman life, and I have had to come to terms with the fact that a whole lot of people I like and respect (present company included) disagree to some extent with that set of priorities.
Shit, I think that human death should rank at least as important as animal death. What bothers me isn’t that people care, but that people care so damn much that you wonder if they care about people at all. And don’t give me that, “I can care about more than one thing.” Maybe you can, and I accept that, but society at large seems to waste its compassion on dogs and give “undesirable” people a giant middle finger by comparison. People have gotten harsher sentences for kicking a dog than for raping a woman.
And it does seem to be specifically dogs, sometimes cats, never the Hornfisted Uglyass Smelly Penis Warbler-- it has to be adorable and push the neotony button.
Hornfisted Uglyass Smelly Penis Warbler
We get no respect…
I will try to avoid oneupmanship, but I’ve done the same over 47 years. What surprises me in retrospect is just how weird that seems to make people like us. I mean, I can’t speak for your motivation, but mine isn’t really rooted in any family history of alcoholism nor any moralistic judgment against drinking. I just can’t stand the taste of alcohol, and the six or eight drinks I’ve had in memory have been trying various drinks to see if any are palatable. White wine, red wine, Michelob, bourbon & seven, Sex on the Beach, frozen margarita, Moscow Mule, Mudslide… they all taste like dragster fuel to me. And yet so very many people go to some lengths to acquire the “acquired taste” of alcoholic drinks. Don’t think I’ll ever get it.
There’s a likely physiological explanation for that.
Most humans cannot taste ethanol; it’s pretty much flavourless to them. However, a minority of the population have a few extra types of tastebuds, some of which are sensitive to ethanol.
Most of these folks describe the taste of ethanol as “like licking an ashtray” or something similar.
There’s another subgroup who, for similar reasons, experience coriander/cilantro as tasting like soap.
Our food preferences, and whether we're considered a supertaster or nontaster, are driven in large part by the anatomy of our tongues and our taste buds. In addition, evolution may have driven these differences, scientists say.
Personally, I can’t stand celery; it’s horrendously bitter. The tiniest hint of it in a vegetable juice drink is enough to make it unpalatable to me.
[quote=“Donald_Petersen, post:64, topic:92330”]When it comes to animals, no matter how cute & furry, I like 'em and I’m good to 'em, but I’m not very sentimental about their mortality.
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I love animals; I enjoy interacting with them, and a fair part of my current profession is centred around preserving and protecting them. I get very, very angry when I hear about or witness the wilful mistreatment of animals.
I also used to kill and dissect animals on a regular, professional basis.
Although his extremist acolytes are scum, I have great respect for the ethical work of Peter Singer. Singer’s key point regarding animal welfare is that the lives and suffering of animals matters; it is not a thing that can be casually disregarded.
But that does not mean that all animal lives are always of equal value; if I’m faced with the choice between one human and a hundred rats, then a hundred rats will die and I make no apology for that.
I respect animals for what they are. I do not respect people who anthropomorphise them [1]. It’s disrespectful to the animals, and causes great harm when taken to extremes. That possum or whatever is not a little furry human, and if you act like it is, the possum (or whatever) is going to suffer and die. Life is not a cartoon.
[1] Within reason. I did use to refer to my rats as “little dudes”…
While discussing a somewhat acrimonious issue I encountered a comment that the boingboing community used to be weirder.
I think the community just got older, and more staid. Experimenting with weird designer drugs just doesn’t have the appeal it used to. By west coast standards, I don’t think I’m all that weird, though that still makes me fairly eccentric by the reckoning of most people out east where I live now.
I profoundly miss the Loompanics catalog
Me too. There was something about the pre-internet counterculture that we’ve lost now. Uncle fester was like a real-life Walter White before it was cool.
To be truthful, I don’t even know what weird means anymore. The world has gotten much weirder than it was when I knew I was weird. (How weird was I and how long ago? I used to buy BB when it was printed on paper, and I was involved with actual social BBSes where we would meet up IRL.)
If you really think you’re weird, 45% chance that you just need to broaden your horizons, 45% chance you’re trying to hard, and 10% that you are truly weird.
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” A jelly donut for the first person to attribute that quote.
…Pretty sure that’s at least most of my weirdness.
EDIT:
A big one I forgot: Velveeta and american cheese are abominations which should be struck from the Earth. Cheez Wiz is required for certain foods.