Procrastination Station #111


“What [arts administrators] want to see, they think, is ‘innovation’ in art. What they often reward is meretricious novelty in format, often in the form of ill-thought-out interdisciplinary collaboration - rather than in those forms which have proven their equality to human creativity over five millennia of R&D, of streamlining their design in the cultural wind-tunnel.

That’s to say an apparently modest proposal to write a book or paint a couple of pictures might be a thousand times more ‘ambitious’ than that idea to shave a haiku into a dog’s arse, film the results and project it onto Calton Hill. Real ‘ambition’ is usually a matter of vision and content, not external form, which is purely a means to an end.”

I’ve been super-anti-Creative Scotland ever since the massive waste of precious money and energy (oh and HELLO LIGHT POLLUTION!) that was EnLIGHTen… so thanks, Don, for saying what a lot of us were thinking. (& there’s more, in the second half of this article.)

Juliet Cook, editor in awesomeness at 13 Myna Birds and Blood Pudding Press, is holding a chapbook contest!

My sister and I often don’t read the cards in art galleries — instead, we make up our own “interpretations.” Turns out, someone turned what we do, giggling behind our hands, into a website! (Thanks Swiss!)

A whole ton of cool reading-based writing/thinking/discussion exercises for students. Fabby!

Making connections is incredibly difficult for me. It’s not that I’m shy, I actually really resent being called shy, it’s that I am overcome with panic whenever I try to do certain social/ professional things. When I say panic, I don’t mean butterflies in my stomach. I sweat. I don’t perspire. Sweat rolls down my face, I get flustered, I forget how to form words and I get disoriented and dizzy. People don’t tend to react favourably towards a leaking, bumbling mess, and so I end up compounding panic with the fear of looking ridiculous. And so on and so forth. I only found out there was a name for this a few years ago, and it’s called Social Anxiety Disorder.

Thank you, Natalie, for describing it EXACTLY. That’s EXACTLY what it’s like.

This week’s installation of typewriter p0rn!

I am currently obsessed with reading about new ways of using/revitalising old stuff. This was right up my street, therefore. (Know of any other good articles/blogs like this? Give me a shout!)

… and in particular, I am getting SUPER into DIY craft projects based on throw-away household items. Did you know you can make a speaker, a water-balloon launcher, a wifi antenna, a kaleidoscope, a solar oven or a pinhole camera from a Pringles tube? Why the hell would you landfill them?!

Did I mention that Edinburgh Vintage has a sale-tastic sale section? Also a final clearance section full of bargains? Also I just added a ton of new stuff? And also that I am only a few sales away from 200 and when that happens there will be an uber-sale store wide? DID I MENTION THAT STUFF?

The fetishization of the Geek Girl is, at it’s core, a sexist ideal cloaked in the soft tyranny of “worship” and fantasy. By elevating her to the status of Goddess you may think you are paying her the ultimate compliment when instead all you are doing is denying her her own personhood. A girl who is a geek is a woman with all the flaws and imperfections that come with being human. The Geek Girl is a female-shaped collection of ideas, stereotypes and idealized fantasies about what you want in a woman… only without all of the downsides of being a real person. She has a life and interests, desires and experiences. The Geek Girl is defined by two things: her status as a geek and by the man who loves her.

This is super-long, but it’s great, and I urge you to read it.

Oh my goodness. Can I live here, please?

“Except Graham.” LOVING this round-up of Passive-Aggressive Notes!

Thanks to the many assholes I meet on the net (and IRL), I so needed this to be part of my life. Thanks, George!


(Though no Sam. Sad trombones. But still OH MY GOD! Thanks Chris!)

OK, so this doc is an hour and twenty minutes long, but it’s fascinating. You should absolutely totally watch it.

I really, really, really admire Jane McGonigal.

Total nostalgiafest. I love Queen Latifah and I AM NOT SORRY!

Have a great weekend!


You can also visit Read This Press for more poetry (and typewriter paraphernalia!). Alternatively, check out Edinburgh Vintage, our sister site. If you want to get in touch you can follow OneNightStanzas on Twitter, or email claire[at] I reply as swiftly as I can!

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