Stumbled across an interesting article on the New York Times website about depression. It starts with Charles Darwin's own descriptions of what would come to be known as depression. He used terms like "fits," "flurries," and "head symptoms." The article goes on to look at depression from an evolutionary standpoint, asking if depression wasn't a evolutionary mistake, perhaps it has a secret purpose. What an interesting point of view; I don't know yet if I share it. The nugget in this article that caught my attention was this: …the thought process that defines the disorder, which is known as rumination. (The verb is derived from the Latin word for “chewed over,” which describes the act of digestion in cattle, in which they swallow, regurgitate and then rechew their food.) In recent decades, psychiatry has come to see rumination as a dangerous mental habit, because it leads people to fixate on their flaws and problems, thus extending their negative moods. … There is nothing profound about depressive rumination. There is just a recursive loop of woe. A mind that chews on itself, as cows would chew their cud… a symptom of depression. The bleakness of this thought process helps explain why, according to the Yale psychologist Susan Nolen-Hoeksema, people with “ruminative tendencies” are more likely to become depressed. They’re also more likely to become unnerved by stressful events… And then there are the cognitive deficits. Because rumination hijacks the stream of consciousness — we become exquisitely attentive to our pain — numerous studies have found that depressed subjects struggle to think about anything else… The end result is poor performance on tests for memory and executive function, especially when the task involves lots of information. (These deficits disappear when test subjects are first distracted from their depression and thus better able to focus on the exercise.) Such research has reinforced the view that rumination is a useless kind of pessimism, a perfect waste of mental energy. The article goes on to explain the possible social benefits from rumination, which kind of made sense to me. If depression didn’t exist — if we didn’t react to stress and trauma with endless ruminations — then we would be less likely to solve our predicaments. Wisdom isn’t cheap, and we pay for it with pain. Apparently there are others in the psychology profession who vehemently disagree with this viewpoint, but it's interesting all the same.
For me, the identification of rumination being a big part of depression was like a light bulb. There are members of my family who are stuck in this "loop of woe." It's also made me more aware of my own feedback loops. Ok, that's enough deep thought for now, before my coffee has even kicked in. Whew! Happy Friday! Thanks for reading, Cami =) How does this happen? More importantly, how is it changed? Not necessarily good juju, but certainly thought-provoking.
Thanks for reading—er… watching. Cami =) ![]() I realize that not everyone is as proactive as I am. Most people—creative people especially—wait until the last minute to deliver work. I'm of the "under-promise and over-deliver" school of thought. It's served me very well. But more on that in a different post. Lately (and I apologize if it seems this way to you too), it seems like all I've been thinking about, tweeting about, and updating FB statuses about is the HOW Veterans Grant. And no, it's not a grant for veterans of armed forces—although that would be cool too. No, this grant is funded by HOW Design Conference veterans, like me, who want to send a newbie to the conference for free—including airfare, hotel and a Big Ticket. (I even sank so low as to spam a message with #AdobeMAX attached. *sigh) Why a newbie, and not one of my HOWies who can't afford it this year? Because there has to be a value in it for the nice people at HOW to want to back the idea, which they do, thankfully. The newbie who is selected is interviewed throughout the conference about his/her experience as a newbie at HOW. That's valuable marketing material for the HOW folks. (If you can think of an equally-valuable way to send someone who's already been, please let me know!) Ok, back to my point of being proactive. The deadline to apply for the grant is THIS FRIDAY! And as of right now only one person has submitted an application. ONE! That means he/she has a pretty damn good chance of going, no? Hopefully it's because creatives sometimes work best with a firm deadline. Which this one is. (There will be no late applications accepted. Midnight Friday is the cutoff.) But contributions to the grant will be accepted all the way up until June 14th or so, I can't remember the exact deadline—don't worry, I'll blog again with that info. So, what I'm saying is that if you want a chance to attend the most inspiring, life-changing, creative conference out there, on somebody else's dime, then now's your chance! APPLY FOR THE GRANT! Thanks for reading! Cami =) Spread the good juju as far and wide as you can!
Thanks! Cami =) Today's facepalm is a doozy. While tweeting as @LoveHOWieDoit, trying to get the word out for the HOW Veterans Grant, the twitter account was suspended. Apparently, twitter doesn't like it when you send a whole bunch of tweets all at once. My foot really hurts (from me shooting myself there). Hopefully twitter will reinstate the account soon, and HOW will start helping get the word out, like they promised. Meanwhile…
If you've contributed to the grant, thank you! If you've not, please consider doing so. If you've never been to a HOW Design Conference (or any of the offshoots: CFC, IHMC, etc.), apply for the grant. The deadline to apply for the grant is May 10 (no extensions). As of today, your chances are really good that you'll be in the top ten. Thanks for reading and helping spread the word, Cami =) ![]() I have a few confession to make about coffee. Starbucks coffee isn't very good. Even their blonde roast tastes burned to me. Maybe I just don't have an educated palette, but MAN do they have some seriously strong burned-bean tea. I think I actually drink coffee because I like creamer. But that's another story. Another confession? I don't (and won't) speaks Starbucks. When I order, I ask for a "small coffee in a great big cup." The barista repeats back my order in Starbuck-ese. I say, "Sure, if that means a small coffee in a great big cup, then yes, that's what I want." I should not have to learn other names for small, medium, and large when they're quite adequate to describe the thing I want. Maybe it's the grey hair, maybe it's just common sense. My final confession for today is that I order a "small coffee in a great big cup" for two reasons. One, so I can dilute it with milk and sweetener and cinnamon and anything else I can add to improve the flavor. And two, so I only have to pay a buck and a half for burned-bean tea, instead of $4.50. Call me cheap; I say frugal. Thanks for hearing out my Wednesday confessions. And thanks for reading. Cami =) (photo by humusak2) ![]() Pardon my absence, I've been tracing some family roots with my awesome Aunt Shirley and wonderful Cousin Krissy in and around Cullman, Alabama. Of all the stereotypes I'd imagined of Alabama, the only one that turned out to be true was the southern hospitality. Seriously, people there are REALLY nice. Especially to strangers. And especially in Holly Pond, Alabama. We stopped at the local library/museum there to ask if anyone knew of any cemeteries that contained any Shultz, Watson, Mize, or Travis names. And, thanks to a local man at the library, we found them! Mayor Herman Nail personally thanked us for coming to Holly Pond and welcomed us back any time. And meant it! I discovered that one of my great-grandmothers (I think) went by the endearing name of Granny Dick; that's her in the photo, on the right (the story of how a woman named Mary Alice came to be known as Dick escape me for now, but I know it involved a peddler). There are other awesome names in the family tree, like Edna (my grandpa's mother), Opal Hazel Gertrude, Eula Bell, Aunt Della (pronounced "Ain't Deller"), Pearl and Bazzel, and Dock Watson. My cousin Bette (who gets my vote for best accent ever) showed us around and organized the mini-family reunion, which turned out to be the highlight of Aunt Shirley's trip. At the family reunion, I met cousins I didn't even know I had, and had fun playing a game called Squiggle with distant Cousin Deqlyn—how's THAT for an awesome name—and her brothers Keigan and Kamdon. Alabama is a beautiful state—currently in full bloom—with well-kept roads, good food (try Johnny's BBQ in Cullman, ask Chelsea to tell you what the day's desserts are), with helpful and kind people who have a range of rich accents. I'm proud to say my family comes from such a lovely place. I look forward to going back. Thanks for reading, Cami =) ![]() A few years ago I had this little hair-brained idea; it came and went. Then it came again. And again. It started niggling me gently, then prodding me and, finally, screaming for attention. It goes like this: What if…(all the best ideas start that way)…those of us who know how awesomely-mind-bowingly-amazing the HOW Design Conference is pool our money together to send someone to HOW on us? Not HOW-funded, but HOW veterans-funded. Peer to peer. With all that screaming (from the little hair-brained idea), it was hard to concentrate, so I invited my amazingly-creative pal Stefan Mumaw to be my sounding board. For some unknown reason, he accepted, and he liked the idea (I guess the idea screaming didn't bother him). Between the two of us, we hashed-out the finer details of the plan. Then I contacted HOW. For some reason, they listened. And they loved the idea! Thus was born the HOW Veterans Grant, a chance for HOW veterans to give back to their industry by sending a newbie to HOW. Love HOWie do it! Applicants who apply answer the question "Why should I go to HOW?" (emailed to [email protected] by May 10, 2013). The person awarded the grant will be interviewed a few times throughout the conference, to get a newbie's perspective and record the sense of wonder and the enthusiasm. HOW will use the interviews to market next year's conference.
The Indiegogo account is all set up and already taking contributions. I love my HOWies! While the initial seed was my idea, it could not have even begun to sprout without the support of many people, including those at HOW. I don't want the kudos for this; I want the kudos go to those who contribute money to the grant. Let's see how big the wings on this little sprouted idea can get! Wouldn't it be awesome if enough money was collected so two people could go? Now THAT would be amazing! If you haven't yet contributed to the HOW Veterans Grant, please do! If you've already contributed, thank you!! If you've never been to a HOW Conference and wonder what all the fuss is about, please apply for the grant. Thank you in advance for all your support in bringing this particular hair-brained idea to life! Thanks for reading! Cami =) On the heels of my mentor Peleg Top's story about where creative answers come from, is a blog article called "Busyness Is Not a Virtue." While seemingly unrelated, boy are they! Ok universe, I hear you. I have put my listening ears on. And since I believe that you sometimes teach best what you most need to learn, I'll share this one with you. In his story, Peleg reflects on how, by taking three months off, he shut off the "noise" in his life—the email, the social media, even the clients. "…how can we possibly hear what goes on inside of us if all we hear is noise from the outside? But if you slow down enough to create a quiet space between your ears, you'll hear what you've been trying to tell yourself for so long. Peleg suggests gifting yourself time and space for this quiet space to occur by taking a 30-minute walk; stay curious, and without expectations. Something wondrous may happen. "Suddenly, a path may open. Slowly, ideas may spark. You may see something new in the situation or get an idea about a different approach to the problem. It may not be THE solution but you might get an idea about where to go to get the right answer. And sometimes, of course, the answer will blossom before you like the most beautiful spring flower, waiting for you to notice." "Busyness Is Not a Virtue" rings true with a similar note. How many times have I personally answered the "How are you?" question with "Busy!"??! Oh dang—guilty as charged (hanging my head in shame), but not consciously! I am reminded that no one wants to hear this. Ever. And lamenting how busy you are doesn't accomplish anything. Nothing. I wish I knew who wrote this, because he/she nailed it on the head, and I'd say a great big thank you. Here are the answers you're really giving when you say "I'm busy":
The author goes on the mention one of the best books EVAR, The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Juster and Jules Feiffer. (This book has been around for 50 years--yes, it's that good.) While not consciously saying any of the above reasons, if that's what's coming across when I say "I'm busy," I am certainly going to change not only how I reply, but how "busy" I perceive myself to be. The article's author suggests doing an attention audit, tracking your computer time, and tracking how much you actually get done. The author quotes Laura Vanderkam: Instead of saying "I don't have time" try saying "it's not a priority," and see how that feels. Often, that's a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don't want to. But other things are harder. Once these priorities have been made clear with the new language, the author recommends you "change your definition of 'productivity' to encompass those things."
The author's advice to "Press pause," and "Do less and feel more joy," resonates with what Peleg said to create space. Both blog articles point out a whole lot of "me, me, me" going on. So many wise bits of advice here. Now to implement them! I think I'll go for a walk. Thanks for reading! Cami =) |
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