I’m so in love with this
I’m so in love with this
gladtoknowcha: Elva Hook
"Respect the Creative Commons"
Computer Workstation, CC-BY, lorisflickr @ Flickr
Artist with Pipe, CC-BY, pdbreen @ Flickr
Band in Studio, CC-BY-NC-SA, jgarber @ Flickr
Eyes Looking Up, CC-BY-NC-SA, dob @ Flickr
Silver Glasses, CC-BY, jancissmells @ Flickr
Guilty Eyes, CC-BY-NC, raider3_anime @ Flickr
Big Eyes, CC-BY-NC-SA, Doug88888 @ Flickr
Insane Eyes, CC-BY-NC-SA, ClintJCL @ Flickr
Let’s say you know someone who is an introvert and a creator, and you’re an awesome friend who wants to help them connect with their audience.
That’s great! Thank you for spreading the love!
Here’s how to do it:
Hey, Joss. I see that you like tattoos. My friend River is a tattoo artist, and I think you’d dig her stuff. Here’s her website. She’s on Twitter and tumblr, too, under the name RiversInk.
Here’s how not to do it:
Hey, Joss. I see that you like tattoos. My friend River likes tattoos, too. You should friend her on Facebook and start up a chat. Oh, and here’s her cell. Maybe you could stop by her shop and you guys could get together for coffee and talk about ink.
I know what you’re saying. What do you mean, there’s a WRONG way to help someone? Shouldn’t artists, writers, and other creators be happy for any way to reach their audience?
Well, yes and no. This sort of thing happens to me a lot and can lead to feelings of panic and anxiety. Someone is trying to help me, and then they’re disappointed when I withdraw or don’t carry through on that coffee date they tried to set up on my behalf.
Those of us who spend a lot of our lives and careers interacting with others on the internet often do so because we can control our experience and focus on interactions that make us feel good. As wonderful as it is to share interests, and as much as our livelihoods depend on social interaction, we might have social anxiety or other issues that mean that we aren’t comfortable with being approached in certain ways that are, to many people, normal and rewarding.
That’s part of being an introvert: being social doesn’t refill us; it drains us. Especially when it’s not on our terms.
If you see me on Twitter, say hi! If you hit Ask on tumblr, I will totally answer, provided you don’t ask about my boobs! (And, yeah, that happens a good bit.) If I’m at a con or conference or signing or doing a Q&A, please approach! I have prepared myself for these interactions and will have a big smile just for you. Hell, if you’ve read my books, you might get a genuine squee and possibly a hug.
But if you call me on the phone, expect a quiet, nervous, unfriendly person who has no idea what to say and squeaks like a cornered raccoon. If you see me alone in public, expect a sad case of chronic resting bitchface. And if you message me on Facebook or Gchat, I might not answer and might, in fact, be hiding under my covers in bed, shivering like a chihuahua.
And I’m sorry for that, because it’s just the way I am.
And you know what? I’m not alone.
Lots of artists are this way.
So if you have been disappointed by someone who you think is awesome but who totally shut down that art-pimp or friend-connection attempt, think about whether they also self-identify as an introvert. Shove cookies or coffee at them—under the door, mind you—and know that they appreciate your kindness and are probably embarrassed by the way they react to it.
And then give Joss their Twitter name.
Sarah Webb - 2013 Best Fan Artist eligible work
"Kites", "Illusions", "Temple", "Little Myth", "Hygge", "Hunter"
There are perhaps eleventy billion posts on this here Internet telling people that they should lift weights. Some of these posts are even aimed towards women.
The vast majority of these posts rub me exactly the wrong way. The main reason for this is that they spend more time talking about how lifting will make you look rather than how it will make you feel. They present lifting as a path to fuckability rather than a way to get healthy, strong, etc. (And I mean healthy, not “healthy” as a code word for skinny/fuckable.)
My main aim in lifting is not to look good naked or drop my body fat to the point where I lose my period (because ABZ)*. So here, in no particular order, are ten reasons why I lift that have nothing to do with my looks, weight, measurements or body fat percentage.
1. I love being strong.
Being strong is the best feeling. There’s nothing quite like shocking your friends by picking up a table by yourself.
2. My body craves it.
Sometimes I’ll be walking along and feeling my leg muscles move and I get a sudden urge to get under a heavy barbell and squat the hell out of it.
3. It has all but cured my joint pain.
A couple of years ago, I suffered from recurring repetitive stress injuries in both my wrists and elbows. There were times when all I could do was sit on the couch and watch TV because doing anything with my hands/arms was too painful to bear. Since I started lifting, my pain is all but gone. (I still have the occasional bad day, but nowhere near as bad as it used to be.) I have to be sensible about it, of course, and I started slow to build up my surrounding muscles. If you have similar problems, talk to your doc before you start any workout program, but for me, it’s been a lifesaver.
4. It makes me feel sexy.
Not to other people, mind. To myself. Lifting makes you more aware of your body, and for me, that’s also translated to being more in tune with my sexuality.
5. It makes me feel more confident.
After a good lifting session, I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do. When I come against an obstacle in my personal or professional life, I often stop and think, “Dina, you can pick your body weight up off the floor like it’s no big thing. You can crush this!”
6. It improves my sporting performance.
Lifting makes me a better runner and a faster swimmer. What’s not to love?
7. It dovetails nicely with my feminist feels.
I believe that women are strong and can do anything they can put their minds to. I think you see where this is going.
8. I enjoy surprising people.
I’ve had people look at the weight I’ve just put on the bar and look at me with incredulity. Then I pick it up and they’re shocked. I’m just a wee little thing, so I’m used to people underestimating me. I love proving them wrong.
9. I enjoy surprising myself.
I am, of course, my biggest critic. I used to tell everyone that I was going to lift “tiny tiny weights” when I went to the gym after work. Then I decided that talking like that wasn’t doing me any favors, and I stopped.
10. It helps me be the best person I can be.
All the exercise I do helps me keep down my anxiety and depression levels. I feel much more focused and present when I am lifting weights regularly. It makes me a better person. For reals!
So there are my 10 reasons. What are yours?
*Note that I don’t think having these goals makes you a HORRIBLE TERRIBLE NO GOOD VERY BAD person. Your body is your own, so you rock it however it makes sense to you. I won’t pretend I don’t love the effects lifting has had on how my body looks, because I do, but it can’t be the primary focus for me for reasons that might be a blog post someday if I can find the words to articulate it.
I *love* this.
This artist is sooo awesome!
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From the artist’s bio:
"In his finished work—most often clay tiles that are created in the traditional Pueblo way with hand-gathered clay, native clay slips and outdoor firings — he transforms materials closely connected to the earth into a visually rich mix of Pueblo history and culture, comic book super heroes, video game characters, religious icons and all things pop culture."
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Do Andy Goldsworthy’s beautiful ice and snow sculptures give you chills?
I love her.
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