Musings

Musings

DirtySciFiBuddha19 Comments

I’ve been told, “You’re the most productive yet messy person that I know.  How do you get anything done?”  I shrugged and stayed quiet.  But inwardly I responded:  “I don’t talk sh*t; I DO sh*t.”  To produce clean material, IMHO it’s necessary to delve into that dirty complexity that nobody else wants to, and painstakingly wring something clean and evocative out of it.  A neat desk is absolutely, unquestionably worthless if nothing is born from its polished surface.

 I’d much rather have a polished spirit instead.

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  4. Ahhh, i love “a polished spirit.” Never saw the point of a clean desk myself, always knew where to find what i needed – it was my mess, after all. i love this.

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  6. I have a messy desk and house too. My uncle thought it was good to have his “friends” come and clean my house. Those “friends” broke my trash can and threw away a piece of paper with my neighbor’s phone number on it. My mother often tries to clean too. But at least she does ask before throwing anything away.

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  7. I had the sign over
    My untidy
    Desk
    A genius is at work – don’t mess with the mind.
    When I was training my Head always tidied it.
    Yet whenever he wanted a project done I was ahead of him.
    While everyone was Doing the the spit and polish I was producing the gems.
    I laugh in the face of tidiness.

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  8. Now I like that idea of a polished spirit. Alas, I also like to work from a neat ordered desk. I have that in my day job but not at home, since more often than not I work from a cluttered, dusty and disorganised desk.Thanks for following my other blog – A purpose-driven achiever. Very generous of you and appreciated.

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  11. This brings to mind Tolstoy’s “Father Sergius”– a man who spent all his life in service to his pride, becoming a promising officer, then a holy monk, and finally a reclusive saint– but failed to accomplish the real work of God, which is not to work miracles to save the body, but work minds to save the soul. In the end, realizing his mistake, he faked his death and became a gardener, spending his days tending the land and evangelizing personally with everyone he met, doing real work instead of accruing worthless accolades.
    Maybe a little bit of a stretch, but I felt like being literary today.

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    • Not a stretch at all! It’s convention that stretches us to see things as mundane and unrelated. In the end we don’t cater to convention but something much deeper and inexplicable. (I think you’re predisposed towards a more “saintly” viewpoint, haha!)

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