Tag Archives: building

caloused finger tips

I am learning to play the guitar and there is something intensely satisfying about the callouses I am developing on my finger tips. It feels as though I am earning something. Something hard. Something ugly. Something rough on a more …

Posted in Blog, My Thoughts | 77 Comments | June 7, 2009

the end of a day of creation

I feel like in this process of creating a play with nine other amazing people, I am creating a side of me that has atrophied… a side of myself I was so familiar with when I was younger that I …

Posted in Blog, My Thoughts | 42 Comments | May 18, 2009