Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
(more...)"Moral of the story: Do not look at the gap. The gap is the mind-killer. Remember how Wile E. Coyote never fell down until he saw the chasm? It’s just like that." --Taylor "Tei" Lindstrom, Rogue Ink
"I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uh, some people out there in our nation don't have maps. And I believe that our education like, such as South Africa, and, the Iraq, everywhere like such as. And I believe that they should, our education over here in the U.S. should help the U.S., or should help South Africa, and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries, so we will be able to build up our future for our children."
--Caitlin Upton, Miss South Carolina Teen 2007
Jacob: "I need to operate on my frog, but first he needs some amnesia."
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I’ve always had imaginary friends. I actually had more like whole imaginary worlds. Usually, I played someone different in these worlds, but occassionally I played me. I’ve come to the realization that I still have imaginary friends. I don’t call them that of course because that would be even stranger than having them at my age. Nowadays, I call them characters in my game.
These friends are very different from me, which can make it difficult to work with them sometimes. One character has a much broader vocabulary than I do, and believe me, it’s difficult! They always surprise me, these characters. My family asks me how I’m able to invent these things for them, but I have no answer for that. It’s really like they’re doing it themselves, and I’m just the mechanism by which they are able to live.
My sons have inherited their imaginations from me. Particularly, my Jacob. Since he was very young, probably two-ish, he’s had an imaginary friend. Or as he would say imagin-ARY friend. His friend’s name is Mai-Mai (pronounced may-may… I don’t know if that’s how he spells it as I’ve never actually met Mai-Mai myself.) Mai-Mai used to live in California, but then he moved to Texas. He’s currently in South America. He has a pet saurolophus and a pocket watch that lets him become any age. I kid you not, I suggested none of this to him. Jacob tells Mai-Mai stories the way I tell my characters’ stories. They just flow from him with seemingly little effort.
I tell my boys stories about my characters, and about my imaginary world that I created when I was a child. (I told them the entrance to my magickal world exists in the woods surrounding my parents house. They look for it every time they visit.) They recently asked me if these friends of mine were real. I was afraid to answer that. They are real in a sense. And I didn’t want to crush their dreams at such a young age. (They’re often disappointed when they learn that movies aren’t real. “We can’t be a real Jedi Knight?”) But I told them the truth. I told them that my friends are imaginary. The funny thing is, they didn’t seem at all disappointed.
I never had imaginary people friends, but I had an entire herd of imaginary horses for a while. They lived in the woods behind my little suburban development. My best friend was in on it with me. She also had imaginary horses, and we would “ride” them together. Those are still some of my happiest memories of childhood.
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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