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Style reveals substance

Month: July 2018 (page 3 of 4)

The way you do one thing is the way you do everything

In the spring of 2014, I bought my first pair of designer shoes. I had just gotten a real grown-up job, and I wanted to treat myself.

And of course, I fell in love. Isn’t that the story with every girl and a pair of shoes?

It was an indulgence to buy such expensive but unwearable shoes. They were on sale, of course. $300 dollars was a lot for me back then.

Like many shoes by Dries Van Noten, this pair was a little off balance. From the front, they look like austere-but-very-high-heeled librarian shoes, covered in glen plaid. From the back, the blocky heels are studded with an elaborate crystal design.

They are somehow masculine and feminine all at once, a weird balance of the two without tipping to much to either side. And the feel incomplete, unfinished, like they require the perfect clothes to bring them to life–also a weird off kilter yet perfectly balanced tightrope walk between masculine and feminine.

 

There’s a phrase that Alexander Cortes often says: “The way you do one thing is the way you do everything.” He most often draws parallels between a person’s posture and their approach to life. Your posture–your relationship with gravity–reveals a lot about how you view yourself and your place in the world.

 

At work this afternoon, I remarked to a coworker that I feel like I’ve never had a “real” job that has challenged me to my fullest capacity. I’ve had jobs that were extremely challenging, that that forced me to learn new skills and completely exhausted my willpower–those are good things to experience.

But I couldn’t shake the thought that I’d never had a job that I consider actual work?

What, then, do I consider work?

After thinking out loud (I like to go on drives and talk to myself–movement is very useful for lubricating the ideas–walks are good too), I sorted out when I’ve felt most accomplished.

My favorite activities have always involved detective work and creating some sort of tangible finished product. Not necessarily together, but those are the things that make me satisfied with a job well done.

  • It is work when I’ve discovered something new, especially if it’s something that can be acted upon in the real world
  • It is work when I’ve created something that didn’t exist in the world before

Everything else is maintenance. This explains why I don’t get any satisfaction from making my bed or cleaning my house. It’s nice to have a clean house, I guess, but I didn’t learn anything from it and it looks the same as it did the last time it was clean, so what?

 

Over the years, I’ve contemplated my ideal style. What (or who) would I want to look like? Do I have a style icon to emulate, or a fashion brand to follow?

No of course not. My beauty ideal is a sculptural and polished piece of driftwood, not any human being.

I gravitate over and over toward a mixture of Edwardian British Professor and Elven Fairy Tale Princess tempered with a good dose of classic American sportswear.

I love the challenge and the weird imbalance of mixing two complete opposites on the style spectrum–the heavy, ponderous Oxford look and the light, playfulness of clothes that look like spiderwebs and dew drops.

You could call this look “Librarian Princess” or “A Scholar and a Wood Nymph,” whatever. Maybe even “Fairy Tale Detective.” Sherlock Holmes with fairy dust.

It’s the kind of look that my Dries Van Noten shoes would look right at home again, the kind of look that one might wear to both investigate the truth and to create something new with it.

Grounded in reality yet spinning on flights of fancy.

 

Is this the way that I do everything? No, not yet. It’s a perfect example of how I aspire to be only me, weaving only the threads that I love and that I alone can see into the larger tapestry of life.

There are glimmers of what I want in other people. Those things are good to study, and to emulate. But the answer is only in me.

Twice vs Red Velvet

The song was stuck in my head all day after I listened to Twice’s new single once the morning of its release. Only once.

That is what I call a catchy song.

As usual, Twice puts out music that’s a lot of fun. Twice isn’t the group that I’ll listen to for b-sides, but their title tracks are always A++ in terms of personality and danceability.

My willingness to suspend disbelief is stretched to the absolute max in the video, which is the story of what happens when party girls are stranded on a desert island, but it’s cute and fits the theme. I appreciate how the concept is stretched to its limits, with the girls wearing outfits that were cobbled together with shipwreck leftovers.

JYP is a personality-driven agency, and it shows in the way that they allow ‘impure’ aesthetics to exist when the motivation is right. (Not that the girls’ nighttime party scene costumes weren’t perfectly calculated.)

Jiyho and Jungyeon stole this video. Jihyo looks stunning, especially in that asymmetrical white party dress, and I’m so glad that Jungyeon is finally center for a chorus. Jungyeon stans, unite.

Anyway, this is a fun song that is Twice-level sticky that’ll be good to have around for summer. Sometimes that’s all you need–one little pick-me-up in your back pocket.

I took a minute to listen to the rest of this album at work today, and honestly it just made me want to listen to ‘Dumb Dumb’ by Red Velvet.

Red Velvet is the rare girl group that I enjoy beyond title tracks. (I’m not that into female vocals; it is what it is.) I think it’s because there’s usually a dark edge to offset the optimism that usually accompanies pop music.

That dark theme carries over to the concept of their newest Japan single, ‘#Cookie Jar.’

I’m a sucker for people who say “hashtag” out loud because I do it to.

Red Velvet always has such a good aesthetic vision in their videos. They’re the only girl group that I want to steal clothes from (especially ‘Ice Cream Cake’ and ‘Peek a Boo‘ eras).

#CookieJar is fun, with a nice funk groove. Nothing too groundbreaking but I wouldn’t turn it off. The reverb on the spoken ‘hashtag cookiejar’ is before the chorus is probably the catchiest part of the song, which isn’t saying much for it.

Japan comebacks are always a little beyond me, tbh. I never quite understand what’s going on. Part of it, I think, is that the market is quite a bit younger in Japan. For instance, Twice does cartoon anime versions of themselves, while Red Velvet is doing this. It’s more simplistic across the board.

Anyhow, ‘#Cookie Jar’ is nice, but forgettable.

It’s not really a battle, but Twice wins it anyway.

Walk to Work Week

It’s Walk to Work week! Is that official, you ask? Nope, I just arbitrarily made it up.

One of the main roads leading to my work is under construction starting today, and since I live a mere mile from my office I figure I’ll stop 1st-worlding it for a week and see what happens.

Mostly, I’ve avoided the walk because it involves a very, very steep hill. If I didn’t mind arriving at work drenched with sweat and feeling like I was going to die, it would be very good for hill sprints. Sprint up a block, rest while you walk across the cross street, sprint up another block. I used to do that 3 living situations ago and it was pretty great.

For now, I’m trying out Ted Naiman’s fitness routine which is super-intense but very short. Because let’s be real, as much as I appreciate how good it feels to work out, I don’t love spending hours doing it. Unless I’m dancing, of course.

I’m attempting to cut some fat, which has led to cutting pork out of my diet (:’-() and adding more activity into my days.

Hence, Walk to Work week. By sandwiching my day in walks outside, I can cut out my lunchtime walk and use that time to work on writing projects.

It’s good that I did that, since I am legitimately tired right now. This rarely happens, and it feels good. Clearly I need to keep up a level of activity in my life.

And the beta endorphins. Never forget the beta endorphins.

This happens every single time I start exercising again. You just wait.

Carnivore Update, 13 Months In

Back in May, I passed the 1-year anniversary of the day I ate my last vegetable. [yaaaaay.wav]

It has been a surprisingly easy year. My journey from paleo to SCD to SCD/low-FODMAP to SCD/Low-FODMAP/no nightshades to all-of-the-above-but-also-keto was either going to end in me going crazy and eating all the vegetables again (and probably juicing), or in no vegetables at all. I’ve never been happier with a decision.

Mid-May of this year, I could sense that my body was in a healing mode, so I decided to take the final plunge and quit all “zero carb” foods that weren’t meat or eggs. That meant no cheese and no coffee, my last two vices. Even though I had been eating supposedly zero carbs, I experienced SIBO die off about six days in. (Herxheimer reactions are real, y’all.)

Bacterial overgrowths are really difficult to eradicate. You have to be extremely consistent with your food and lifestyle choices. Otherwise, the colony kicks right back into multiply-mode and you’re overrun again.

It’s been interesting what eating just animal products has revealed about my food addictions and the factors leading to my Crohn’s disease. I function so much better without dairy, and yet I have absolutely no self-control with it. There are other carnivores with digestive problems who find it helpful to eat one ounce of cheese per day. I cannot do that.

I suspect the reason why may be lingering intestinal permeability. I still have some active eczema patches which I believe directly mirror the permeability of my gut. When those patches are healed, I may start experimenting with other types of foods again, or adding back some seasonings.

The lack of variability in my diet, however, has exposed the fact that there are other things that contribute to my autoimmune disease. Things that I knew in theory, but that my lived experience now bears out. For example: getting enough sleep and effectively managing stress.

Both of these things are essential for keeping inflammation low, but they’re easy to ignore when the food part of your diet is more on fire. Now that food is pretty much locked down, I can’t ignore the fact that there are other things that I’m doing that contribute to my state of disease.

I know that Crohn’s disease isn’t my fault, but it’s become abundantly clear to me that some of my habits contribute to the development of this disease and its symptoms. Maybe I didn’t beget this in myself, but I certainly contribute to it.

There are things that I never would have learned about myself and my body if I hadn’t gone carnivore. The diet shift has been an essential part of my growth as someone who takes charge of her own health, and has allowed me to see things that I may not have otherwise seen.

At the moment I’m eating mostly beef burgers with a side of shredded beef, some eggs, and some wild-caught salmon. I’ve cut out all pork in an attempt to lose some fat, which makes me a little sad, but I can live with it for now.

There’s some smoked chicken in my fridge, but I can’t decide if I like it or not.

One of the nicest things about carnivory is that I don’t have to make many choices about food anymore. There was a time in my life that I liked making decisions about what to eat, and cooking elaborate meals, but I was also a complete slave to my palate. Now, I keep things simple.

Life is good and the healing is real.

 

PS. And I should add that one of the greatest side-effects of this diet is that my skin is no longer hella sensitive to the sun. I used to burn in a flash, and one of the first things I noticed last year was that my skin could tolerate a lot more sun–and it sprouted a lot more freckles! This summer, it’s even better. I’ve gotten a few light burns, which have all faded in a few days to something that might even resemble a tan eventually. We shall see–but I love it.

If he can do it, so can you

It’s inspirational speech day over at the Supreme Dark Lord’s blog, and I want to be able to refer back to this story told in the comments. It’s a story of determination and audacity, the kind that makes me feel like I can mow down any problem in my way.

Now we’ll turn it over to Dirk Manly…

 

For me, the most inspirational figure I know of is Douglas Bader.

1933 … crashed his fighter biplane doing a stunt-landing (in direct violation of RAF regs about such landings)… mangled his legs. Knocked out briefly — then seeing his one leg bent UP at the knee, his first thought was, “damn, I won’t be able to play rugby this afternoon.” Passes out again as they pull him from the plane.

Wakes up in the hospital, with one leg amputated just below the knee…

and the other leg just above the knee.

Goes through physical rehab. Doctors tell him he’ll never walk again without two canes. Typical fighter pilot mentality: “To hell with that. I’ll learn to walk without canes if it’s the last thing I do.”

Gets back into the cockpit in trainer planes with instructor pilot.

Eventually passes check flight, and is back on flying status.

Learns to walk without canes.

Determined to learn how to drive again (no auto transmission, so he has to move his leg to work the clutch)… because he admires the waitress where he and his buddies hang out for lunch, and wants to take her out dancing.

Learns to drive a car again.

Takes the waitress out dancing

Marries the waitress.

Gets kicked out of the RAF, the reason being “because we have no regulations for legless pilots.”

Several years later, Hitler invades Poland, draft notices go out. Bader doesn’t even wait for a draft notice to arrive — he’s depressed not flying airplanes… so he goes to the local draft board, and voluntarily enlists. Goes for his physical. Very cursory examination — doctor doesn’t even notice that he’s a double-amputee. Tells informs doctor of previously being an RAF pilot, and requests that doctor recommend he be assigned to the RAF.

Back in the RAF… refresher flight school course and then trained for, and qualifies to fly Hawker Hurricanes. Due to previous experience, assigned as flight leader over some newbie pilots. Battle of Britain commences. Gets promoted to squadron leader, and transferred to a Spitfire Squadron.

Promoted all the way up to Commander, 12th Fighter Group in charge of about a dozen squadrons.

Eventually shot down over France on a “rhubarb” mission (looking for targets of opportunity on the ground. [Bader always believed he was shot down by ground fire. Recently evidence has emerged that he might have been shot down by a friendly who pressed his gun-tit before thoroughly recognizing the shape of the fuselage about to enter his cone of fire]

Off to German POW camp.

Escapes from POW camp.

Returned to POW camp

Escapes from POW campe a 2nd time.

Returned to POW camp.

Escapes a 3rd time

Captured and Transferred to Stalag Luft III

Participates in “The Great Escape.” Manages to stay on the loose for nearly a week before capture.

Captured and sent to Oflag IV, Colditz castle — literally built on an outcropping of rock in the middle of a river (this is the place where a couple guys were building a glider in the attic. Fortunately, the war ended before they finished, because the main spar would have snapped withing moments of launching, and they would have dropped 200 feet into the river, and probably died either instantly, or of drowning while unconscious.

That’s right… they had to use up a spot in their only truly escape-proof POW camp for a man who had TWO prosthetic legs.

No matter how bad your life is going, it’s more than likely a lot better than the various situations Bader found himself in after the crash.

Image of the week: random dance play

This is a Russian Roulette style post. I wrote the title before looking in my image folder.

Let’s see what we got…

Ah, yes. A Japanese woman throwing a bucket of water on the ground. Apparently the Japanese use this technique often in the summer, at least in the time before air conditioning, to create artificial breezes that cooled their homes during the summer.

Pretty cool.

The more I learn about traditional ways of architecture, the more I want to buy a plot of land and build a house in a traditional style, that matches the available resources and the climate, and that takes advantage of thousands of years of engineering wisdom.

A house that is real. None of this fake BS that is suburbia and drywall and blueprints that are a copy of a copy of a copy. I want land and timber support beams and a completely location-specific plan.

 

Creative Achievement in the wild

Now that I’ve started turning (some of) my thoughts toward creative achievement, I’m seeing awesome confirmation-bias examples of people talking about it. Because I’m interested, I’m going to document what I notice and see if anything interesting shakes out.

Not all of these mention creative “achievement” per se, but I’m going for the spirit of the thing rather than the letter. The last thing I want to be is some stuffy academic who has to use the exact right words.

Japanese Chefs

Simon and Martina, everyone’s favorite kawaii food battle Youtube channel, has been upping their game with visits to higher-end restaurants in Japan. This one, Gion Roiro, is a French-Japanese fusion concept, using techniques from France with (only) local Japanese ingredients.

Simon: I feel like if you come to Japan and you only try traditional food you’re missing out on so much artistry and creative energy that Japanese chefs have–that would be like going to America and saying “I only want burgers.” That wouldn’t be fair. There are so many amazing chefs here who are trying new things.

I like the idea of creative energy, of that ebb and flow, of how energy can build with a group of people to unimaginable heights. “Where are you going to spend your creative energy for the day?” Like the people who wear the exact same outfit every day so they can spend their decision-making power on other things, like creative achievement. (I’ll put Steve Jobs in this category.)

Democrat to Deplorable

Jack Murphy was doxxed recently, but he also published a book. From the sounds of it, it’s a pretty good book, at that. (I haven’t read it yet.)

I would imagine that few things compare because it is so difficult, and especially difficult to do well. I’ve shitposted my way to accomplishment a few times, but I wouldn’t consider that real accomplishment. Not in the same way that I would consider someone who took enough care with his self-published book to get a fantastic cover designed accomplished.

That was a ridiculous sentence but I’m leaving it in.

Gary Vaynerchuk

Everyone’s favorite love-him-or-hate-him one-man motivation squad takes a creative approach to business.

I think my game is very reversed from everybody else’s, creatively. ALL of you is number one. “The market.” I only care about you motherfuckers–as a collective–so I’m just putting out. It’s a creative strategic framework that I have that’s absolutely fucking right.

I love applying the idea of creativity to domains other than artistry. For some reason, it still feels like crossing a boundary–like creativity only “belongs” in the arts. That complete BS, but it feels true.

Sometimes at my day job I pull out phrases like “creative problem solving” and people look at me like I’ve invented some crazy amazing new idea. It’s just problem solving, people. All problem solving is creative.

Physiology Lessons

I have been fat adapted for over a year now and had no idea how my body really metabolizes fat. Good thing that head-knowledge isn’t required for one’s body to function correctly.

From an interview with Jean-Pierre Flatt, a highly respected researcher in the fields of energy metabolism and weight regulation:

Is dietary fat burned immediately after it is consumed, if needed?

No. Dietary fat is not absorbed in a form that utilized immediately for energy. First it must be deposited in adipose tissue. Then later, between meals or during exercise, fatty acids are released to be burned.

All the articles I had read previously about fat adaption and why the LCHF family of diets are actually better for you than the standard diet touch on the high-level benefits of fat-adaption and its effects in the body, but not how the fat is actually digested and metabolized. The talking points, but not the biochemistry.

Sounds like I need to find myself some better sources.

Okay, here we go: The Science Behind Fat Metabolism. I’m waaay over simplifying here, but as fat is digested, it’s broken down into fatty acids. Those fatty acids are then transported into cells where they can be oxidized into fuel or turned into storage. So when you are fat adapted, you are not just using fat for fuel, you are using your own fat for fuel. Even if you’re skinny.

That blows my mind. And I can see why our bodies would prefer to run on glucose. It’s easier.

You are literally more self-sufficient when you’re fat adapted. You don’t just “burn fuel,” you use your own fat stores–which you’ve already put in the work to process and store–to fuel yourself.

Maybe this is the explanation of the mindset shift that happens when you become a carnivore. I am much more confident in my health and in my body as a carnivore than I ever was as a vegetable-eater. That shift in attitude I’ve always attributed to the fact that my health is improving on this diet, but that doesn’t explain why I committed to this blog after only a few weeks of carnivory* before any of the healing began.

I’m not dependent on my supply of glucose/glycogen from the outside, but instead everything I need is already within me.

 

 


*I feel it in my bones that the two go hand-in-hand but that’s not what science would say.

What Tanacon can teach us about client relationships

I used to watch reality tv to watch how personalities interacted under pressure. Yes, the storylines were fake, and the scenarios were heavily suggested, and the editing was pervasive, but the people and their personalities were real–if a bit exaggerated because of stress and booze and exhibitionism.

It was like watching people I know react under a big ol’ microscope, and I didn’t have to worry about getting splat on by any of the drama.

So it’s been interesting to watch a subgenre of Youtube turn into, essentially, reality tv. Old school style, where you just followed people around with a camera.

Normally I don’t pay much attention to this area of Youtube. I went down the vlog rabbit hole a few years ago until I realized that the payoff in terms if real life application was pretty slim.

Teen Youtube, though, seems to be a big thing. Logan and Jake Paul. Pewdiepie’s army of nine-year-olds. I guess there’s a whole demographic on Youtube who don’t also use it to learn how to troubleshoot the pilot light on their water heaters.

However, Shane Dawson’s latest stuff has really caught my attention. Somewhere along the line, he went from an unknown-to-me comedian loved by the youths to Youtube’s Investigative Psychologist Dad. Seriously, even though he’s personally connected with the two subjects of the pieces I’ve watched, I feel more objectivity from him than from most mainstream journalists these days.

(Major kudos to Shane for being one of those comedy guys who so clearly thinks and feels deeply about the world–I’m not a huge comedy fan but I really respect comedians who are in it for real.)

It started with Bunny, aka Grav3yardgirl, a Texas goth girl with a big personality who somehow amassed a large following of tween girls. At some point, she started playing to the crowd instead making videos for herself, and the lack of joy showed. She closed herself off (IRL MISS HAVISHAM VIBES) and in doing so lost the fans on Youtube who are absolutely ravenous for authentic weirdness. I mean, I myself am Bunny’s age, and I subscribed to her because I secretly want a goth best friend.

Shane came into the picture by showing up at her house, delving into what makes her scared about Youtube (other than hemorrhaging subscribers), and helped her remember what she liked about making Youtube videos in the first place. Since then, Bunny and her videos both have been clearly on an upswing. Good job, Shane.

That put Shane Dawson on my radar (and on my “recommended” feed).

Which brings us to Tanacon.

Now, I don’t care about the convention itself. Essentially, what happened was two unseasoned kids teamed up to throw a convention up against Vidcon, decided to milk it, and oversold tickets like crazy because apparently people like “being oppressed outside” standing in the rain (or in this case, getting hella sunburned) waiting to get into a convention that’s at capacity.

Shane, doing the Youtube Dad thing that he does now, tried to console all parties involved (who are convinced that they’ll be ruined forever) and also to get to the bottom of all the lies and blame. He had a fine line to walk, since apparently he is good friends with Tana, but ultimately let the footage speak for itself. Bless Youtube vloggers and their need to film everything.

Without getting too much into the he-said-she-said of it all (and trust me, there is a lot), what strikes me is the lessons that we can learn from young, bold personalities getting in an argument over a badly managed conference: the client/provider relationship takes as much work as the event itself.

It’s interesting to watch the two of them interact, because they both clearly felt wronged, and they both clearly do not have the experience to know what they could have done better.

Don’t be a bad client

Tana, it seems, didn’t know what she wanted other than a lot of “nots.” Basically an event that was not Vidcon that was also somehow cooler than Vidcon. It is very difficult to develop an event (or a marketing campaign or any other thing) for a client who doesn’t know what they want. If you’re a client, try to figure out what it is that you’re looking for before you start planning.

Also: if your name is on the thing, you might want to take a little bit more care with it than going on vacation to Hawaii the week before your event is scheduled. Be around to answer questions during the prep phases. Usually by the time you’re asking questions day-of (or when things are about to launch), it’s way way way too late. Think about your reputation and what you want your name to stand for each step of the way as you’re selecting vendors, venues, and signing contracts.

 

Know your limitations. Know your budget. Know your physical constraints. Know your market. Start small and scale. (ie, start with a meet and greet, not by planning a convention). The person you hire for events is an expert in events, not in your particular area of expertise or what you personally want to get out of this event. You have to bring knowledge and research to the table, as well. You can’t rely on them.

Learn how to say no

Then we have Michael, the kid who was in charge of the convention, and apparently his own talent management company. He is a “yes” man, clearly wanting to always project the best possible facade for himself, his company, and his event. It is difficult to tell the exact sequence of events because of all the disparate footage, but he seems unable to put up boundaries between what is ideal, what could potentially be done on an indefinite time frame, and what is realistic within the constraints.

Being able to push back on a client when they are being unreasonable is one of the most important parts of dealing with a client (or a boss or anyone, really). Managing expectations to a realistic level is just as much about protecting yourself as it is creating the smallest possible gap between expectations and reality. When there is a big gap, there is big disappointment.

Another difficult thing you have to do when managing an event for someone else is behing honest about what’s going on. It can be really hard not to put a good face on things, especially when you want them to go well and your own ego is riding on them. But false information makes it impossible to make good contingency plans, which will absolutely tank your plans.

You always need a contingency plan. Always always always. It will make your life 90% less stressful, trust me on this.

And for everybody

Making decisions based on what’s good for your ego is usually a terrible idea. Sure, it might make you feel good in the moment, and it might make you look good on Youtube for a hot minute (at least until Shane Dawson goes digging), but ego-deep decisions rarely hold up in real life. Take your time, think things through, and be brutally realistic with yourself about what you can accomplish with your available resources. Then once you get your first success, leverage that momentum into something bigger.

 

Based on Michael’s past trajectory, and the fact that he got started with this stuff in high school, I have no doubt that he’ll figure out how to bounce back.

I hope that Tana will use this as a lesson in what she can realistically expect out of herself, and that she should play to her strengths.

And I hope that all the kids watching on Youtube, and the ones who were stuck in the parking lot, see this as a lesson on risk. There are things that are great to get from young people–like fresh perspectives and boundless energy–but there’s a reason why you have to be 35 before you can run to become president of the United States. There is a lot of learning that you have to do before you can be great at anything.

And kids, always read contracts before you sign them. If you die in the contract, you die in real life.

I want to live in a Gustav Klimt painting

 

I want to weave his lush and vibrant colors into a cloak that is warm and velvety as the night, and hide under it forever.

 

I want to crawl into the dappled depths of texture that he renders onto the canvas so like a living, breathing tree.

 

Most people know Klimt for his ladies. His ladies are pretty great. They exude power and femininity and sensuality. I kinda want to be this lady, TBH.


 

But Klimt’s landscapes are out-of-this-world.

 

I want to count every blade of grass, every flower, every leaf. I want to burrow myself into the texture until every fiber of my being screams at me to come up for air.

 

I want to run into the depths of his forests and never look back. To hide myself in the shadows.

And even his gardens…

(Ah, but I want to inhale this into myself, make it part of my Being.)

…even his gardens look like his women.

 

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