Last week I was doing something I can't even recall what it was. Must of been something in the garden. Anyway, I was lacking something, like a tool or wood, some sort of material item. I was frustrated for a few minutes before I thought of a really obvious alternative, using something that was on hand, what was it? I don't remember the circumstances at all but I don't think it matters as it was that moment of some rudimentary improvisation which kept my attention. I'm improvising all the time I'm sure, I'm sure everyone here is too. Everybody is improvising! But with that said come up to these moments of blockage, not sure if it is laziness or lethargy but I could easily get discouraged, or buy my way out of it, where-as once I might of been more observant and perhaps quickly found a work around. Their seems to be this Amazon Syndrome where people buy something they never knew existed to fix a problem that the person hasn't thought through long enough and likely whatever they bought to fix the problem either breaks or gets thrown away in the next 2 months or so.
Well I guess what was unusual about whatever it was that I managed to figure out a solution to is that I can say it was something very minor and very obvious and for whatever reason I made a mental note to the extent of remembering that I had improvised whereas because it was something so mundane and banal, any other day I likely wouldn't of made any mental notation, asterisk or otherwise, but yet it reminded me that both observation and improvisation need to be practiced, perhaps nurtured.
I was walking my dog at night the other night. A block up the street is a grade school with a public playground attached and some nice trees about a track of which is fenced in with nice wrought iron fences. The street lights from overhead really illuminate the trees in a pleasant yet eerie Twin Peaks sort of way. I saw these birdfeeders hanging from the trees and I wondered how long I've not seen them as I walk by them nightly. They were made by the kids, painted in pastels and whatnot, it took me a few minutes to see they are made out of hollowed out and dried gourds. I don't find them attractive or interesting but I am somewhat happy I observed them and I'm sure the kids had fun making them.
edit: crap! I thought this was the General section, I know cigar people have no patience for ramblings!
Well I guess what was unusual about whatever it was that I managed to figure out a solution to is that I can say it was something very minor and very obvious and for whatever reason I made a mental note to the extent of remembering that I had improvised whereas because it was something so mundane and banal, any other day I likely wouldn't of made any mental notation, asterisk or otherwise, but yet it reminded me that both observation and improvisation need to be practiced, perhaps nurtured.
I was walking my dog at night the other night. A block up the street is a grade school with a public playground attached and some nice trees about a track of which is fenced in with nice wrought iron fences. The street lights from overhead really illuminate the trees in a pleasant yet eerie Twin Peaks sort of way. I saw these birdfeeders hanging from the trees and I wondered how long I've not seen them as I walk by them nightly. They were made by the kids, painted in pastels and whatnot, it took me a few minutes to see they are made out of hollowed out and dried gourds. I don't find them attractive or interesting but I am somewhat happy I observed them and I'm sure the kids had fun making them.
edit: crap! I thought this was the General section, I know cigar people have no patience for ramblings!
