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Anticlimax

Tomorrow is the launch of a project I’ve been working on for months.

There will be no fanfare. There’s no event or afterparty.

Just…me doing work.

I’m trying to steel myself for the letdown that always happens when I get to the end of a project, which I know will be exacerbated since there’s no event or end product to feel satisfied over.

It’s funny how things that take up so much mental energy in our heads end up being pretty much nothing.

Anyway, here’s a famcazing Korean music video featuring the best guitar-cameo I’ve seen in a long time.

I love it when a plan comes together

Now that I’m a little bit older, a little bit more established, a little bit more financially stable, I have more resources to put into impulse buys and hairbrained schemes.

Most of the time, I try to confined those to supporting various Kickstarter projects, but sometimes there are actual creative endeavors in the real world.

Such as recent developments toward my life goal of “sleep like a princess.”

I rigged myself up a bedchamber, courtesy of an extra-long tension rod and some velveteen IKEA drapes. My bed is now super-private (kind of helpful in a 3-room house).

It will be easier to enforce the “no cell phones in bed” rule.

The curtain divides my bed from the rest of the room, which is now a dressing room that happens to have a reading chair in it (where I am writing this post). I love it.

I’m a sucker for nooks and crannies and weird little spaces. When they don’t exist, I create them.

Millennial Customer Service

I am a Millennial, and sometimes I hate us.

Today I was out at a burger bar, eating a stack of burger patties (as we do). Because it was somewhat busy, I was sitting up by the condiment/assembly station, right in the thick of things.

A lady approached the counter. She placed a weird piece of metal on the counter. It almost looked like an earring. It was in her burger, she said. She almost broke a tooth.

“I don’t know how that happened,” the condiments guy said. “I we don’t have any metal like that in the store.”

The grill guy, who runs the place, came over.

“I don’t know how that happened,” he said. “It must have been the people who grind our meat.”

(The people who grind their meat happen to be a well-loved local co-op.)

The lady wasn’t happy. “I didn’t have a good experience here, and I’m going to tell people about it.”

The guys shrugged.

That was it. They didn’t care.

A few months earlier, the same thing happened to me at that restaurant, only this time it WAS their fault. One of their to-go sauce cups somehow got melted into my burger patty.

I had to push them to remake the burger for me. They didn’t offer anything above or beyond, or even really offer an apology.

It was more of the same: “I don’t know how that happened.”

Maybe I have a strange view of customer service. Maybe I’m naive about people trying to get free food from restaurants by claiming things like that. It’s entirely possible.

Simply stating “not my fault” and expecting everyone to move on is not a valid approach to treating customers right. Getting defensive doesn’t solve problems. This approach is 100% the opposite of the idea of extreme ownership.*

I’m less concerned about what happened to me (hey, mistakes happen) but watching what happened to that lady makes me want to support this place a whole lot less. I prefer to support local businesses that themselves support local purveyors of produce and beef and whatever, but I’m entirely willing to take my business elsewhere.

I’ve seen this attitude with other Millennials, that somehow ducking and weaving around responsibility is all it takes to make something right. “It’s not my fault.”

That only works when you’re part of a larger system that can absorb blame into it. When you’re on your own, it IS your fault. Even if you didn’t do the deed, you served the food to the customer.

I hate that Millenials were taught that this is okay, and I hate that we continue to allow it to be our way of being.

“Not it,” we say.

Denying responsibility doesn’t change reality.

In my book, a good response to that lady’s claim–whether or not she was scamming–is “I’m sorry, I don’t know how that got in there. Let me remake your dinner. Would you like a complimentary milkshake while you wait?”

Maybe the lady takes you up on the offer, maybe she doesn’t. These actions put you in a proactive situation, rather than a passive one.

Passive seems to be programmed into our genes.

Like I said, sometimes I hate Millennials.

 


*Disclaimer: I haven’t read the book.

Finding your habitat

I spent the weekend my aunt in the woods.

She’s a self-sufficient, off-the-grid kind of lady. Grows a lot of her own food, makes her own wine, built her own house. If you want to get ahold of her, you have to call my cousin who lives down the road in a house that has electricity and a phone–she’ll drive up to my aunt’s to relay a message.

As you might expect, all this is situated in the middle of the woods.

No angry neighbors.

No traffic.

No billboards.

Just good people, and trees, and some dogs (and chickens and a horse).

My health hasn’t been this good since the last time I went camping. Nearly the same latitude, also in the trees.

If I’m serious about giving my body the right environment that it needs to heal, that goes beyond just the foods that I eat and the job that I do. Perhaps that also means my actual physical location.

I’ve started a search for a place where I actually want to be, and I think that will contribute to a positive trajectory in my life.

I think PLACE matters more than we want to think.

The ideal place to make money is the city (usually), but it’s not the ideal place for healing.

In the 19th century, they would send you away on a long vacation if you got sick–to the seaside, usually. Now, you just put your head down and work harder.

Decisions

Last time I looked at apartments, I created a heuristic that if you have to make a pro and con list, the answer is “no.”

Last night I looked at a place that I wanted to like. It’s nestled into a farm. But I’m debating.

(The shower is in the middle of the bedroom. That feels weird to me.)

By my heuristic, debate means no.

That makes me sad.

I feel like I’m not giving it a chance.

Yet I also know that no matter how great a space may be, a few bad aspects could ruin the whole experience.

As an introvert who values a peaceful living situation, this is important.

#decisions

Personality Type in Interior Design

Some people want their homes to look like decor magazines, or like furniture showrooms. These are the people who buy the $5000 Viking stove because it looks pretty, not because they cook a lot.

Other people want their homes to be more functional, like an artist’s studio. (That’s me.) This is Julia Child and here extremely functional, yet aesthetic, kitchen.

Still other people seem to have no interest or aptitude for the look and feel of their living space. I don’t know if this is time, energy, money, or just plain ol’ apathy, but there are a LOT of people who kit out their pre-fab homes with big-box furniture, no art, and call it a day.

I’m interested in what “good design” might look like for different personality types.

For instance, by the Big 5 measures I’m pretty high in openness and medium in conscientiousness. I do better with a bit of clutter–like leaves on a forest floor, or a busy wallpaper–than I do with minimalism.

I’m curious to see how this might play out amongst other personality metrics.

It will probably play out in aesthetics–how something looks–but also in the functionality of a space.

What does Intuitive style look like? How do Thinkers style their spaces, rather than Feelers?

Like most personalities, I don’t think this will be completely straightforward.

For instance, take introversion and extraversion.

Bookshelves designed by Kelly Wearstler

The knee-jerk reaction would be to peg “introverted” design as bookshelves. I can’t argue with that line of thought–I would bet that introverts are more likely to have legitimate libraries than extroverts, more of whom I would bet have libraries just for show.

Most introverts I know have at least one bookshelf in their space. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. Reading books is a pretty solitary activity, unless you’re reading aloud to someone.

Conversation Pit by Eero Saarinen

When I consider extraverted design, I think of design that is facilitated for a lot of people, or parties. Though a relic of the bygone era, the conversation pit comes to mind.

The conversation pit is designed for one purpose and one purpose only: to get people talking–the ultimate extraverted activity.

But is that necessarily true?

What if an introvert really likes to have intimate dinner parties that involve intense conversation, and therefore designs his house around those principles?

Why do we automatically assume that an extravert entertains at home? An extravert’s habitation could just as easily be a crash pad, since he is always away at some other dwelling or party.

Extraverted people like to read, introverted people like to talk.

There’s more at play than simply slapping a label onto a design element and then banishing it to a personality type forevermore.

I plan on exploring these ideas in more depth over the coming months, first on a high level, and them perhaps even delving deeply into specific personality combinations and aesthetic styles.

I wonder if it would be possible to predict aesthetics based on a personality analysis.

If you can predict things like how clean someone’s dwelling space might be, it makes sense that you could predict how much effort, at the very least, had gone into creating a cohesive aesthetic experience.

This will be fun to explore, and I’ll bring you along on the journey.

Shifting Priorities

Things are afoot. (But you knew that.)

Funny things start happening when you start seeing results. For the first time in my life, I am motivated to go to bed early.

I am actually taking action to make sure that all my tasks are completed before they have to be.

This is almost as big of a deal as when I realized that what I ate actually had an impact on how I feel.

The healing is happening in my body, and I want it to continue.

This isn’t some shallow “want” like “I want those Gucci slides that I’ll do nothing to try to get.” This is the type of WANT that goes straight down to the bone.

The problem is working through all the little schedule adjustments and sacrifices to get there. Less time on Twitter, maybe. Cut out some YouTube. Make way.

Gotta have room in your life in order to grow.

This coincides with a breakthrough in my ability to make money for myself.

I don’t believe in coincidence. This is a great opportunity to turn my whole life upside down.

And for a while I’ll be productive in the style of a wobbly little lamb, but I trust myself to build out a new routine.

One centered around sleep and productivity and healing instead of self-gratification.

Blood Moon

Maybe I didn’t get to see the eclipse, but this photo is absolutely beautiful.

It’s not yet dark in my neck of the woods, and I don’t know if I’ll stay awake until full dark to see if the moon is bloody here.

I started taking shots of fish oil rich in omega-3 fatty acids this week. My body clearly craves it. Nothing I’ve ever eaten has helped my eczema, only hurt it, made it grow or itch. This week, my eczema has gotten better.

My body is bone tired. So tired that if I’m not careful, I will fall asleep writing this post. I’ve already slid down in my chair to rest my head on its back. I recognize this tired. It means that I’m healing, and not getting enough sleep.

That’s why I doubt I’ll be awake at full dark. It’s hot–almost too hot to sleep–but I need sleep more than anything.

I feel like this should be significant, that I’m healing-tired on the day of an eclipse, of a full moon, of a back-to-back double eclipse which I harnessed and turned into the completion of a proof-of-concept project. On a lark, I answered a request for a writer and will likely have a freelance gig starting next week.

All progress toward my goals.

Is it coincidence? No. I don’t believe in coincidence. Is it significant? I won’t know until the fulness of time unfurls itself. But that doesn’t mean the eclipses caused anything. I promised myself I would finish this project by July all the way back in January, when I actively distrusted astrology and believed in linear causality.

I have some good momentum now. Volunteering, side gigs (for money and with the hopes of money), a date that actually sounds promising, creative things happening. Even my workouts have become a habitual practice.

I am ready. But to be ready I must sleep.

I’ll leave you with a little tidbit:

If you want to be a #writer,

You must know this:

Beauty is INTOXICATING.

Drink it!
Fuck it!
Spread it!
Breathe it!
Gorge on it!

Even sorrow is beautiful!

And all the great writer were Drunks.

When you want to decorate your room like a Red Velvet promo photo

Aesthetics, people.

The way things look matters, especially the way that the spaces around you inspire you and urge you on (or don’t) to living your best life. Go into a gothic cathedral and tell me that it doesn’t make you feel different from going into a cinderblock church.

I used to think that “good design” was mostly the bones of the design, the way that a system or document hierarchy functioned. But I’m coming around to the idea that the actual aesthetics of the things, the “finishing touches,” matter a great deal too.

Design resonates differently with different people, and I’ve been thinking lately about what types of design stick with different type of people.

I, for one, wouldn’t mind if my living room looked something like this:

Red Velvet / SM Entertainment

Surrealist neo-victorian with a liberal dose of naturalism. I can get behind that.

The question is: how can I get the moon to park so close to my window, and what’s the best cleaning method for tree-rugs?

Hostess gifts

When you crash at somebody’s house while traveling, it’s good to say thank you to the host in something more than just gratitude. Most people won’t let you clean their house, although that would be a great idea.

Here are some things that I get for my hosts:

  • Flowers. Cut for are good. A plant is even better.
  • Salt. Specialty salts like Hawaiian red salt or flaky sea salt like Maldon.
  • Wine or premium booze, like bourbon or scotch.

Keep it simple, and practical. If the gift is something out of the ordinary, explain it in the card.

I always look for cards that can double as art.

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