Friday, May 29, 2015

#mightyugly2015 Meeting 5: Memento Mori

We had our latest meeting a couple of days ago. Five of us were in attendance; A.S. was in the middle of testing with her students and needed a rest, so she stayed home.

First we discussed our experiences of date night. Kim's instructions were to go to dinner and a movie by yourself; none of us quite did that. J.C.H. has done that ever and relied on past experiences to discuss it. Sonja went for a frozen yogurt by herself. C.R. went to a wine-and-design class by herself, complete with her own half bottle of wine. I went to dinner and an improv show by myself. M.E. chose not to do this activity.

We all talked about our own experiences, why we might avoid this kind of thing, and how none of us felt the feelings Kim suggested came up in these types of situations might apply to us. Those of us who are typically uncomfortable or disinclined to go out on our own were almost never afraid of being perceived as weird or losers. I posited that, as a crowd of nerds, we had all stopped worrying about that sort of thing long ago.

Our reservations were more idiosyncratic. I won't tell you whose was which, but they included:

  • fear of engaging in rumination due to anxiety and not finding our solo activities distracting enough to keep the rumination at bay
  • fear of being approached by strangers, of looking available and interested in others because we were alone
  • difficulties with loved ones who perceive our need for alone time as an indication that we don't want to spend time with them
  • and mine, which was basically that I'm fine going shopping or to an improv show or to eat by myself, but the great joy for me in seeing movies is discussing them with friends and loved ones afterward, and if I go by myself I'm denied that pleasure.
We moved on to addressing Lauren Bacon's The One Question You Must Ask:

When you’re on your deathbed, what do you need to have experienced in order to feel you’ve lived a good and fulfilling life?

A few of us had a lot of trouble with this question. All I could really settle on was that I wanted my family to know they were loved. J.C.H. indicated that she wanted to have made people's lives better, somehow. Several of us agreed with that. M.E. got really specific, down to travel and opening a red panda preserve. C.R. and I, who have near identical career trajectories (she's a few years further along than I am), both felt that the thing we're devoting our time to (Ph.D.s in Information and Library Science) aligned with the idea that we want to make the world a better place, but that neither of us would lie on our deathbed thinking, "Boy I'm sure glad I published all those articles," or, "Yay, I wrote a book. I have lived a good and fulfilling life." Sonja admitted that she does want to have a book published through traditional methods and physically in print, referencing it as a form of immortality or a legacy. 

We also talked about how, for some of us, the idea that we should direct our priorities based on the speculation of what an assumed future us might want is a bit sticky; we've each changed and grown so much already, and none of us is over 40. Who knows what our priorities might be 30, 40, or 50 years from now? Who can say what we will wish we had done?

We then came up with a couple of ways to frame the question we felt were more useful.

First, a question that Lauren Bacon frames: What do you want to be remembered for? Many of us found this more useful, though I still settled on "For loving my family" and had a hard time getting beyond that.

Then, If you were to die very soon, what would you not have done yet that you would have wished you had? This was a useful, but tough question, because one of us had experienced the sudden and unexpected loss of a dear friend very recently. But it did frame things more immediately for us. Ever the slacker, I was still thinking, "I think everybody knows I love them, I feel like I'm in good shape." There are lots of things it would be a bummer not to have done, but nothing that would be a deep regret for me.

In the end, I'm not sure any of us got more comfortable with being alone than we already were or found clarity to help us prioritize better, but we definitely had a great conversation. I'm looking forward to next time!

Friday, May 1, 2015

#mightyugly2015 Meeting 4: Collage time!

We had the fourth meeting of our Make 2015 Mighty Ugly book club this week. C.R. had to stay home with an adorable but fussy baby, so we had 5 members in attendance. We shared the backstories for some of our ugly creatures, which ranged from optimistic tales of becoming a can can dancer after the zombie apocalypse to stories that clearly were drawn from some of our fears about ourselves. Some of us (myself included) felt very freed by making an ugly thing, because there was just no worrying about how it turned out. Others felt rather uncomfortable with it, because they like pretty things.


My collage. The theme seems to be inspiring ladies. Includes: Tina Fey, Alyson Hannigan, Katniss Everdeen, Dana Scully, Buffy Summers, Rainbow Brite, Kim Possible, Ariel, and some more abstract elements. The text at the top says "Unicorns are totally real."
We dug into collage-making pretty much right away, and tried to address some of Kim's suggested discussion questions as we did so. We had all made SOMETHING as a kid, and discussed limits imposed on us by adults (like when an elementary school art teacher made me paint on paper that had been taped on the underside of a table, so I could know what it felt like to be Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel), and times things went wrong. As I've been thinking about this the past few days I've recalled more and more of my childhood experiences with making where I was just so happy to be making a thing that I didn't care how it turned out. It often turned out badly, and regardless of how other adults responded, I'm lucky that usually my parents were very supportive.

None of us struggled with any discomfort trying to make something pretty with other people around. I really think the fact that the collages were individualized made me much less self-conscious about it. In the end, my collage was more pop-arty than art-arty, and that was fine, even in the face of art-arty collages like J.C.H.'s:



This is in contrast to a painting that sits on a shelf in my home office which was done at one of those Wine & Design sessions. The painting turned out just fine, but because I was in a room full of people making exactly the same thing as me, I kept comparing mine to theirs and finding it wanting.

Compared to the other painters in the room, I had the distinct feeling that I was painting with the fine motor skills of a toddler.


A couple of us confessed that we wouldn't make collages if not assigned to do so (myself included), because it wasn't that joyful an experience. It wasn't unfun, exactly, but we could think of ways to make that were more our kind of thing.
Sonja's collage is sassy.

Overall, this was a fun evening that didn't get too heavy, which I think was a needed break after the first few rather intense sessions.