Hence I am toying with the idea of trying Evernote. I have been using iOS’s rudimentary notepad to collect things I want to put into my CPB, so in a way I’m part of the way there, though my notes in notepad are rather like what’s in my CPB–no discernible order or organization, just written down in the order they come to me. But then…but then…if I use Evernote, how do I organize? By topic? By date? By publication? I have to go back and reread your post about how you use it. Maybe I’ll try that out for a week or so and see if it’s any different or better.
I am so sad, though, about the thought of giving up my paper and pen. I just don’t do enough that’s nondigital these days, and I think that might be why I’m clinging to this even though I can objectively admit that a digital CPB does have its advantages. I’ve been trying to make other similar regressive forays–reading actual paper books, for example, rather than reading Kindle books–and having the same amount of success. Kindle is just so much more convenient for so many reasons.
Another topic I’ve been pondering is what sort of things I should collect in my CPB. We’ve already discussed the quantity versus quality factor and pretty much decided quantity is where it’s at, but does that mean I should include everything that catches my eye or ear? Specifically I’m thinking here of a Pinterest board I have where I collect…well, I guess you could call them inspirational or motivational sayings solely for the purpose of including them in a therapy journal I keep. For example:
So the question is, should I include things like this in my CPB as well? It seems to me they’re a little hokey for CPB’s purposes. I feel like what goes in the CPB should be more serious, should be more about revealing truth or recording beautiful words than about aphorisms and affirmations. I’m not too decided on this yet. Either way, I will keep including these pictures and others like them in my therapy journal. My CPB is not going to replace that.
To conclude this random collection of thoughts, here are two poems I’m entering into my commonplace book tonight:
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
(found on tumblr, author unknown)
I met a traveller from way the hell off
who said: two gigantic, fucked-up rock legs
be out there in the middle of goddamn nowhere
right next to them covered in shit some kinda big face
looked pretty pissed & upset & whatnot
all damn covered in words
“yo ozymandias here, this my shit”
“better than your shit, get fucked buddy”
not much else tho, just sand
shitloads of sand all over the place