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Creative Endeavor

Get your eyeballs away from the TV and go do something.

If you’re one of the dudes who follows the @dudesguide Twitter feed, then you know I’ve been a bit busy in the last couple of weeks. Well, a bit busy might be underselling the whole thing.

Over the course of two weeks, I managed to write a little more than 80,000 words, creating a long-thought-about young adult book. It’s a really fun idea, but you’ll have to trust me on this one as I’m trying to get it represented by an agent so I can sell it to a publisher and I wouldn’t want anyone to look at the idea and then do it better.

Not that I think you would do that, but, you know, that guy. Yeah, him.

Moving on.

It’s been an amazingly satisfying experience. I don’t know what happened or why it kicked off like it did, but I found myself sitting down at the computer, turning on some tunes for the background and then typing. I would literally look up three hours later (or more depending on the day) and find that I’d written five thousand (or whatever) words and didn’t remember anything else but the story happening for the past three hours.

It felt as if a mere tick of the old-timey analog clock second hand hadPoor goldfish. All for an idea bout colored shoelaces that no one will actually care about. passed, and, yet, it was three hours gone down the memory hole. Three hours and I’d produced another significant chunk of a world that only I knew, but that needed to be shared.

Now, I’m not saying that what I wrote is deathless prose or that it will change the lives of anyone who reads it (although I wouldn’t be against that happening, you know?), but this is something that, before three weeks ago, existed only as a notion in my diseased brain.

And now it’s a thing. I’m in the process of showing it to some friends who are going to read it and then give me some insight on if it’s any good or what I should change.

It’s not like a book I can hold in my hands, but it is something I created by myself. I brought this into reality by conscious effort and directed intention. It is a wonderful, amazing feeling that more people should try to achieve.

Again, no. I’m not suggesting you all take up writing. Frankly, I don’t need the competition. But I do suggest you find something you like, something you can learn about, and then do it.

Create. Discover. Give birth to your ideas using your hands and your will. Feel the sense of satisfaction that comes from creation. Smile the smile of the dude who has done, and is getting ready to do again and again.

Stretch yourself. Find something that’s just a bit more complex than you’ve done before and then learn how to do it. Then do it. Improve your skills in whatever you choose, then follow your plans through to completion.

Dudes, there is nothing like creation. It is an unmatched feeling and it can be yours. Whenever you decide it’s time for you to get it.

So go get it.

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Poetic Bumble

A couple of quick things today, dudes. I’ve got a poem and a cute bumble bee.

No, seriously. The bumble bee is really very cute, especially for what it does.

You know what? Let’s just go to the video and let you decide for yourself.

See? I told you it was cute. I mean, how often do we get to see a bee give some guy’s finger the high-five?

Now for something a little more. . . somber. It’s a touching poem by a dude named Raul Gutierrez, who has a 3-year-old child. Lately, Raul has been keeping track of some of the more. . . wobbly bits he’s been telling the little dude. It’s a wonderful little piece that ends with an amazing stinger, one worthy of a high-fiving bee.

Get ready to feel your sensawonda get kicked up a notch or three and then get kicked in the nads. Just a warning. Watch out for that last line. Still, a very moving poem.

Lies I’ve told my 3 year old recently

Trees talk to each other at night.

All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.

Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.

Tiny bears live in drain pipes.

If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.

The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.

Everyone knows at least one secret language.

When nobody is looking, I can fly.

We are all held together by invisible threads.

Books get lonely too.

Sadness can be eaten.

I will always be there.

Yeah. See what I mean?

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See What It’s Like To Land On Mars

by Richard

You’ll recall a couple of weeks ago when anyone with even a smidgen of wonder in their souls was captivated by the landing on Mars by the Curiosity rover sent there by NASA.

Curiosity didn’t just fall to the surface like the last few rovers. No, it was much more amazing.

The rover deorbited, burned through the upper atmosphere, lost its heat shield (on purpose), popped a parachute and then, before it hit, turned on the jets to hover over the Martian terrain, and was lowered down by a power crane, which set the lander gently on the ground.

It was, to put it simply, simply amazing.

Seriously, I can’t get enough of it, dudes. I really can’t.

And here’s the thing about it that I find so fascinating. All this stuff is happening, without a single human there to witness it. The thought races through my head, “Did this really happen or is this a digital fantasy of a dreaming android?” I wanted to badly to be there and see it as it happened.

Now, I can see through the “eyeballs” of Curiosity itself. Someone’s stitched together the photos taken by the lander as it came down from heat-shield separation through the touchdown. It’s awesome! Take a look.


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