what I've been thinking about

Oh, hi.

So I've been on blog hiatus (blogiatus?) for the last six months. I went on a big camping trip in July and after I got back I could not bring myself to spend more time on the computer than necessary. I mean, reading Dooce and Fluent Self and Penelope Trunk and Mark Bittman and the Pioneer Woman is necessary, lord knows. And how could I tear myself away from facebook. But blogging didn't make the cut.

And I'm still not sure if blogging is good for me or a waste of time. But lately I'm feeling the pull again, so we'll see how this goes.

Lately I am really feeling Loretta Lynn, Edith Piaf, Judy Blume and Beyonce.

When I was 16 my heroes were Tori Amos and Sylvia Plath. Like every other sensitive sixteen year old girl, I was really into despair and the beauty of unending sadness. Then I got sick of it. I can still remember what it felt like to be obsessed with them -- and they have an undeniable power:

But right now there's something about the sense of purpose and pluck and fierceness and positive thinking (ugh - I hate the phrase POSITIVE THINKING - it's so demanding and unrealistic, more on that later) that does it for me.

And damn, Judy Blume never ceases to blow my mind:

On Being Messy

Oh my god. How is this woman seeing into my head and writing my personal mantras on a daily basis?

First there was this which I wrote about over on the H2M blog.

Then today I read this: real life is messy.

Exactly what I have been mulling over in my head the last two days. I know some people manage to combine wild creativity with spotless order but for me it's heads creativity, tails messy house. (Like Heads Carolina, Tails California but without the dude wearing overalls and no shirt. Unfortunately.)

On good days I tell myself that messy = fun = active life = spontaneous = free = strong woman etc. But some days it can get kind of overwhelming and starts to feel more like messy = disorganized = scattered = lazy = bum = get your shit together = ewwwww.

Isn't it funny how something so simple as your living space can have such wildly divergent associations?

And the truth is actually somewhere between those two trains of thought. Which is why it's awesome to hear someone else articulate the reality of being a living breathing human being who occupies space, that it "waxes and wanes… gets messy then neat…out-of-control then serene and collected, and back again. Real life and making and doing is a wild business: work…. in…. progress…."

HELL YES, sister.

I Ching: the creative.

In what I hope will be a new regular feature, I'd like to share with you the I Ching reading I got the other day.

For those of you who don’t know, the I Ching is the Book of Changes, an ancient system of Chinese divination that offers various subtle descriptions of situations one might encounter in life and how best to handle them.


My Mom has always been really into the I Ching, and when I was a bratty 16-year-old I would grudgingly go along with her readings. Then one time in college I borrowed her book and the reading it gave me was so eerily, exactly appropriate to my situation that it gave me pause. Since then I’ve taken it pretty seriously. And lately I’ve started adding this to my morning routine (since I’m currently unemployed I have the luxury of crafting a morning routine that isn’t ‘jump in the shower and grab a bagel on your way out the door.’)

Critics might argue that the answer is not found in the book at all, but in yourself –- and to this I say: BINGO. The book is a tool for sorting through your perceptions and getting some perspective and figuring out what to do. Something you can’t always figure out for yourself.

Anyway. All of this is to give you some context for this bit of wisdom I received the other day. I got the hexagram “the creative” which is the very first one in the book of changes. (The second one is “the receptive.”) It told me this:

The course of the creative alters and shapes beings
until each attains its true, specific nature.

RIGHT ON, I Ching. This mantra has been sticking in my head. It makes me think of the things I’ve learned through creative projects –- things that taught me about performance, sure, but more importantly made me who I am. (And of course, the I Ching isn’t talking about the creative in terms of art but in terms of the most basic life-giving principles.)

Specifically, I immediately thought about these three creative experiences in the last five years, and what they taught me:

BLUE on tour in Poland, 2004 & 2005:

• How to sing and be heard outside. How to hold attention and throw focus.

• How to push past limitations. How to keep going when you are exhausted and the situation is fucked. (Like: there isn’t enough power for lights so we’re going to have people turn their car headlights on. Or, a dog has wandered onstage and is peeing on the set. Or, the set is on fire. I could go on and on.)

• Taking the sheen off the idea that skills can be transferred to you magically upon contact with a “master”. The real training, what makes you strong and reliant, is in doing difficult things.

• How to teach when you can’t rely on language. How to adapt exercises to meet my own needs and the needs of the group.

• How to be a good host. How to make soup in 15 minutes.

Undine (2008-2010) (this makes it seem like Undine is a short-lived friend of mine) (which maybe she is):

• How to withstand pure terror. How to withstand a panic attack. How to do something when you really, truly think you can’t do it.

• How my voice works, how to make it strong without pushing too hard.

• The curative properties of BEET BLAST.

• How to make decisions. Lots of them.

• Why sometimes the best thing you can do is be brutally honest with someone about what you think, and sometimes the worst thing you can do is be “nice” and gloss over the fact that you are not in agreement.

Repeat After Me (2007-present) (now it’s like I’m writing a resume):

• The strength of impure sources, impure training: the strength of a mutt.

• How to be super physical & vocal without hurting myself. (Of course this was only learned after a prolonged period of being super physical & vocal and hurting myself).

• The thrill of doing the thing you fear the most –- the liberation that results from doing it. That’s how you become fearless.

• The liberation in getting a truly bad review. The liberation didn't come right away, of course -- first there was the jaw dropping and the stomach churning. But later there was the sick pride that comes from being loathed for your work.

In general, the thread I see running through these three experiences is:

• Working with your body & voice, with strength and purpose, without pushing too hard

• Withstanding fear, panic, exhaustion and failure, and how this makes you stronger.

• Relying on yourself and trusting your gut when it comes to learning, teaching and growing.

• Learning how to do something by first learning how NOT to do it.

And that’s pretty interesting.

THANKS, I CHING!

Work in progress

Hello friends.

I am in the thick of it. Opening our new work in progress show on Friday, which is always a peculiar mix of terror and thrill and humiliation and pride -- clearly a mix of emotions I'm drawn to though every time we hit this part of the process I question my devotion to the art form, and question my judgment and mental health and clarity in general. You've got to be a bit of a masochist to embrace showing your work when it is purposefully -- nay, DEFIANTLY -- undone. I guess this fits in with my theme of late, thwarting perfectionism, but damn is it hard. And not for everyone.

Yesterday was actually not too bad -- we were all so tired we hit the slap happy zone which was a blessing. That's the only way to handle the extreme stress of a room full people all trying to weave their separate threads into a beautiful crazy quilt at light speed in 36 hours.

If only I could enter that slap happy zone every time I reached the exhaustion point! You just never know when your sleep deprivation will lead you down a path of giggling silly dancing stupor and when it will send you crashing into furniture or crying over a burrito that is not to your liking or snapping I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING in response to someone's concern over your mishandling of an electric drill.

All imaginary examples.

Anyway: we're always writing and rewriting the show constantly up to the last minute which means we never run it fully until 3-4 days before we open (which is pretty stressful for the actors and the director but REALLY stressful for all the designers and tech crew we work with). I've experienced this vertigo countless times in the last ten years, so at least when I feel that panic I can call it what it is instead of associating it with the show itself and with doom and failure and self-doubt.

I know that the day before we run the show in full (and sometimes the day after) I always ALWAYS have a crisis of faith (double meaning acknowledged) and think that this time we're going to crash and burn. And every single time it pulls together in the days after that, and the show may vary and we may want to change 75% of it, but it will be a show. And I can remember the worst case scenarios, and recognize that this scenario is a much better one and rationally know that it's going to be fine.

Still, every time that peculiar, gaping fear hits me: that we will stumble blindly about the stage in un-unified chaos until we shuffle and mumble off the stage leaving the audience in stunned, horrified silence. And every time I console myself by saying this has never come to pass. (Unless we wanted it to).

It's never come to pass... YET.

Because that is the thing: for all my confidence based on past experiences, every time the terror is fresh, because every time could be the first time it's ever happened. Maybe THIS is the one we can't pull off!

Anyway. I could go on all day about it. But we've pulled above the clouds now, we've reached cruising speed. I think this sucker can fly. I once was blind but now I see. I believe the children are the future. You gotta know when to hold em, know when to fold em. Etc.

Perfectionism in Space

So as you know, perfectionism and the way it can stop you in your cold, dead tracks (did I just mix metaphors or invent a new one?) has been on my mind.

Then today I came across this post on IttyBiz which basically nails what I in my meandering way have been trying to get across. The topic is starting an online business (something else I’ve been edging towards in my sidelong fashion), but it is equally applicable to creating a solo performance, making art with a group of people, marketing your work… basically any activity you might do, alone or with others. Well almost any activity. Let’s keep this clean, people.

I love this section:

Let me put this another way: In my experience, if you want to do business online, you’re going to have to be willing to do your thing to the best of your ability even if it doesn’t feel like you’ve defined yourself and your value proposition and your website perfectly enough yet. You’re going to have to accept that the way you’re doing things in six months may well be totally different from the way you’re doing them now. You’ll need to realize that just because you’re writing about how much you love explosive pies today, you may be organizing courses to train explosive pie disposal units in half a year. That has to be okay with you. You have to go with your gut, and go where the market seems to be taking you. You have to let your voice and your method of operation evolve with time.

This really gets to the heart of the quandary: what I’m working on is always far from “done” but I have to put it out there sometime. Ready or not. And I have to be okay with what people say, knowing that they will be legitimate to criticize it for not being fully realized. And in fact, that is the only way it can grow into its strongest, fullest form – by putting it out there. Before it’s perfect. Because if you wait until it’s perfect, you’ve waited too long.

This is the course Hand2Mouth has always followed, and that I have followed as a solo performer. It’s how I’ve learned everything that really matters as a performer and creator and (god help me) marketer. But it’s still hard to do, and hard to articulate.

God, speaking of marketing – I have such a love / hate relationship with it.

I’m trying to think of “marketing” as another creative outlet, a positive thing, an HONEST thing. On the love side I’ve got this and this and this to back me up. On the hate side: this (more on that here).

Maybe I should follow Havi’s lead and come up with a new term for the m-word (she calls it biggification) so I don’t feel like a sleazeball who’s trying to autohypnotize people.

Could I call it creative describing? That’s a terrible name. Creative telling?

What it comes down to is: telling people what you do in a way that condenses it and gets the feeling across. Right? Especially important for H2M since we can’t invite everyone to just come to a rehearsal and watch how we work (not that we haven’t tried), and there aren’t too many influences we can link ourselves to that people instantly recognize (saying our influences are Forced Entertainment, the Wooster Group, Teatr Usta Usta and Radiohole often leads to neverending explanation which is not the best way to communicate excitement and adventure). (not to be confused with The Neverending Story which IS the best way to communicate excitement and adventure).

How about creative space & time travel? Hello, I am the director of creative space & time travel. No, it’s too bulky. Creative communication? Well that kind of says it, doesn’t it? I’d still like to work space and time in there somehow though. Creative interdimensional communication?

Oh, as you may have guessed I’m in the midst of “creatively communicating” the new work-in-progress H2M show, Uncanny Valley (talk about being comfortable putting your work out there in an unfinished state). That probably explains why I want to work time & space into my marketing. The number one thing this show has taught me is that any concept, any theory, any activity of any kind, is VASTLY improved upon when launched into space.

Well. As often happens I’ve gotten off track. I’ll have more later on the many angles of perfectionism. And space. And creative interdimensional communication. And possibly my neglected little business plan.

Battling Perfectionism

I think of myself as a recovering perfectionist. The clearest insight I had about this came when I was seeing a therapist two years ago (back when I could afford the luxury of mental health) and told her that I struggled with perfectionism, but not really, because actually I wasn’t doing anything well enough to qualify as a perfectionist.

Wait, she said. So what you’re telling me is you would be a perfectionist if you could just do things a little more perfectly?

Well… yes.

Yeah, that still counts as perfectionism.

Because I was going through my actions as if there were a level of perfection that it was possible to achieve. Because I was comparing myself to mythical people (or the real people around me who I was remaking in my head as more perfect beings) and finding myself lacking. Because I was beating myself up all the time for not doing things the right way, the better way, the more thorough way, the more organized way. The perfect way.

So that Perfectionism -- damn, is she a tricky beast. She invades your thinking without you even realizing it. One day you’re taking notes at a company meeting, the next day you’re hunched at your computer taking an extra thirty minutes to get the font right so people can read it, the next day you’re taking an extra hour to organize everyone’s action items at the top of the notes even though nobody reads them (of course there’s a nice dose of Martyr / Victim Complex that always seems to crop up alongside Perfectionism. They’re sort of like that mean girl in elementary school and her super sweet best friend).

(Wait, except Peppermint Patty isn’t really a perfectionist, is she? Well, you get the idea.)

Anyway, in my epic struggles to not let Perfectionism boss me around, I have found a few techniques helpful:

• Leaping into things before I’m fully prepared -- leaping past that urge to be “prepared enough” (which is impossible) by jumping in when I know that I am in fact not fully prepared. A sort of “fuck you” to perfectionism.

• Laughing at the things I have done perfectly and not taking their supposed perfection seriously. As in: look at these amazing gleaming golden NOTES I took at the company meeting. Aren’t they perfect? Aren’t they an incredible shining example of what notes should be?

• Admitting right away when I don’t know how to do something or think I may have done it wrong. In effect, thwarting that perfectionist desire to know everything and hide all failure by being openly, publicly honest about my mistakes and what I don’t know.

• Remembering that a completed imperfect task matters more than a task that comes in late because I needed to know more, prepare more, edit more, etc.

Caveat: one undesired outcome of these techniques is that I sometimes overcompensate and use this as an excuse to NOT PREPARE. Which is not the same thing at all, and only gives the Inner Perfectionist fodder for telling me what an incompetent, lazy, unbaked fool I am. No: the trick is to prepare -- to take things seriously -- but to also leap in no matter what when leaping is called for.

I must admit, though, there is one aspect of Perfectionism I haven’t yet figured out how to handle, and that is other perfectionists.

Again I turn to Peanuts for inspiration. Of course Peppermint Patty isn't the Perfectionist, it's freaking LUCY! Watch, she's basically my Inner Perfectionist in cartoon form, and Charlie Brown is her poor misguided Martyr / Victim aka my SENSITIVE SOUL:

In the same way that recovering alcoholics find the company of practicing alcoholics to be the most challenging, and in the same way that recovering alcoholics can’t expect other people to change their drinking habits -- I have to figure out how to interact with people who display perfectionist tendencies, without giving in to perfectionism myself and without expecting them to change.

Because maybe they don’t have a problem with perfectionism. Maybe it works for them. I imagine that some people take great comfort and pride in their drive for perfection. In fact a lot of things in this world would not exist were it not for perfectionists. So I’m not knocking it. But for me it’s toxic.

So what I need to figure out is how to tolerate other people’s desire for attaining perfection, without letting it trigger my own toxic desires. It’s pretty tricky. Maybe I need to find the equivalent of AA for Perfectionists.

Hello. My name is Faith Helma, and I am a perfectionist. It’s been three days since I gave in to a desire to be perfect. (Ok, fine: three hours) (Ok you got me, I am actually obsessively editing this post RIGHT NOW. Fine, I’ll just post it.)

There you go.

Variations on Causa a la Chiclayana

Alright, well since nobody cares about my sensitive business plan, I’m going to start writing about food. Not to say that this is a “food” blog. It is still a “sensitive person with crazy impossible business ventures” blog. But damn it, food is something I love to prepare and eat and think about. And in fact the more seriously I take the rest of my creative pursuits, the more I recognize that cooking is just another creative outlet. Plus it satisfies the other need of mine, to be of use to people.

So I’m going to start writing down some of my cooking experiences. And I’m not going to take photos yet because I have a camera phobia.

I fall in the improvisational camp when it comes to cooking. I love to read cookbooks and food blogs (my favorites right now are The Pioneer Woman and Bitten -- though Mark Bittman has now been absorbed into the Diner's Journal so we'll see if my love continues). I consult recipes for reference but I can’t bear to cook something exactly the same way twice so I usually start to tinker with them right away.

For instance: I found this 1950s Latin American cookbook which is fascinating (it translates Salsa Cruda as “uncooked spiced tomato sauce”) and actually has a wealth of recipes I’d never encountered before. I found a recipe for Causa a la Chiclayana (seasoned mashed potatoes with fish and vegetables) that intrigued me, because instead of mashing potatoes with milk and butter and serving them with gravy, you mix them with lemon juice, chopped onions and olive oil. I made this meal and was blown away by how simple and mindblowingly delicious the potatoes were – still potatoes, still comforting and starchy and filling, but also light and spicy and piquant.

Now I make them at least once a week, and can’t go back to the regular kind of mashed potatoes. I also can’t help but add in variations. Here’s the recipe from the cookbook, and then some variations:

Causa a la Chiclayana:



And now for the variations:

Variation #1: I like to let the onions sit in lemon juice & salt for a while before adding the olive oil, making them essentially into lightly pickled onions.

Variation #2: I started using dried chipotles instead of fresh chiles. You know what, you should go find dried chipotles and start using them in everything. You can chop them up and cook them in butter for fried eggs, or add them to chili or any beans you’re cooking… anyway I won’t go on and on about it, just understand that they are divine.

Variation #3: I started adding in fresh parsley from our garden, which is the only thing that keeps on growing through the winter.

Variation #4: I realized if you didn’t mash the potatoes and instead roughly chopped them you’d have an incredible potato salad. I am waiting for the right summer party to appear so I can bring this. I bet it would be awesome with hard boiled eggs too, and maybe even chopped pickles.

Variation #5: This week I was boiling the potatoes and had made the lemon onion mixture, and I decided to also make a kale salad my friend Judy showed me how to make (using raw kale, but you massage it with your hands so it breaks down almost like it’s been steamed). While I was massaging the kale I had a flash – I should mix it in with the potatoes! So I did! And it was awesome. Kind of like colcannon but less hearty & creamy, and sprightlier because of the lemon and chiles.

Variation #6: my favorite variation: you can fry up the leftover potatoes (if there are any) in the morning for breakfast.

Look at all those variations! Basically that one recipe opened my eyes up to a huge revelation: that mashed potatoes are incredibly versatile. My favorite thing to serve with these potatoes is a big pot of beans, with fresh tomatoes chopped up and spooned on top (when they’re in season). Imagine that! Before I encountered this cookbook I would have thought lemony mashed potatoes topped with fresh tomatoes was the wierdest dish ever.

Anyway. So that’s my cooking lesson for today. A very sensitive cooking lesson. Let me know if you end up cooking this and come up with variations of your own!