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Working on the JET program application process...

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Processes

Everything is related to process - everything we do, we do according to a process. Sometimes these processes are not conscious; an example being of course things like digestion and normal, unaware, breathing. Just as it seems there are an infinite number of actions in the world, so there are an infinite number of processes. After all, a process is simply how one does something.

A problem arises, however, when people forget the variety that defines our world. Having worked retail and foodservice, I have seen firsthand the results of people being crammed into a process that does not fit them. It's like attempting to put on a too-small shirt made of flimsy material... first the seams split, then the fabric itself, and no one is left happy. The headdesk part of the situation though is the existence of millions of other shirts behind a door everyone ignores. Routine being comfortable, or at least convincingly difficult to get out of, the door of change and diversity remains firmly shut.

I'm guilty of this on a personal level - that's what this post stems from. I had it so set in my head the way I should write and what I should be doing (what process I was supposed to be working off of) that I, ultimately, paralyzed myself.

Luckily for me, I have a genius for my other half. While at dinner last night, Andy pointed out how I've been limiting myself.

The result was exultation and personal epiphany.

Writing, technology, and relevance - Part 1

I write this initially with pen and paper; the greatest technology used being a clipboard. There is something joyous and almost spiritual in writing by hand. The words take on a personality beyond their definition and context; the traits of the markings themselves convey and infer further connotations. Here, the cursive speeds up, becoming less defined and more of a straight line as thought straightens. Here, there is a mixture of styles as thoughts spatter about. Here, a 't' is not crossed, an 'i' left undotted. Misspellings, scribbles, annotations and illegibility. Handwriting can quickly become a chaotic creative cauldron we word-witches brew letters and symbols in to produce a potion of manifested, tangible, thought.

Though I know as I write this that it will be posted on-line, I find myself in a different mindset than occurs while typing and looking at a screen. There is less distraction, less extraneous tools. I feel more free to just write, knowing I'll be able to edit later as I type.

Two nights ago I had a conversation with my software engineer boyfriend about the relevance of technology to certain fields. The obvious field to come into question and under discussion was mine - writing, literature, and so forth. The technology needed for the actual work I do is minimal. Humankind has long been writing in one form or another. What was eventually brought up was less technology's relevance to the actual work and more its impact on the sharing and distribution of the work.