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Dash DobrofskyMr. "Big News." Commentary featured in Newsweek, Salon, MeidasTouch, The Hill Reporter, Mea Culpa podcast, Raw Story. Featured not-so-favorably on Fox News, New York Post, Daily Wire. UCLA Grad with a major in Political Science, minor in History. ncG1vNJzZmirpZfAta3CpGWcp51kjaWt0qGbqJqipLO0t9g%3D

Dave Price is joining the Iowa Writers’ Collaborative with his column: Dave Price’s Perspective. Central Iowans know the veteran broadcast journalist for his work on WHO-TV, most recently, as the political news director, managing editor, host and executive producer of the Sunday community affairs show, “The Insiders.” The Iowa Writers’ Collaborative was formed one year ago, and now has 32 Iowa columnists who are writing independently, and referring to one another.

I read Good Old Neon and found it fascinating, especially the zoom out at the end. It's also frustrating, because I keep thinking "well, just do things you like instead of seeking approval." I get that the whole issue is that being self-centered is difficult for the narrator, but neither he nor Dr. G seem to actually work on the process of focusing on intrinsic motivation. It's also interesting how much modern fiction and philosophy focuses on the problem of over-indexing on external approval.

Welcome to the latest issue of Subtle Maneuvers. Previously: bell hooks on the privilege and joy (maybe) of writing. Last week, in honor of Lynch’s 76th birthday, I spent some time browsing the book David Lynch: Interviews in search of insights into the filmmaker’s creative process. There were plenty to be found. Though Lynch strenuously avoids journalists’ attempts to unpack the meaning of his films, he is an open book when it comes to describing his methods and habits.

I came across the below post while transferring conten from my old site. I wrote it back in February 2011, the last Valentine’s Day Michael was alive. I still feel this same exact way when I think of him. He wasn’t perfect. I wasn’t perfect. Together we weren’t always perfect but as I often say, we were imperfectly perfect together.  Our relationship reminds me a lot of the relationship I have with myself lately.

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I was in the Surgeon’s Hall museum on Saturday (worth the entrance price if you’re not squeamish about body parts in jars) when some friends, visiting Edinburgh for a wedding, messaged me asking for pub recommendations in the centre of town. They’d already ticked off my suggestions. So by the time I got out of the museum and checked my phone, they’d taken matters into their own hands. I found them settled in at Deacon Brodies Tavern.

There is a point to re-wiring and realignment in one's mind where the need isn't to change how you do things but to change how you deal with change. The adaptability one has to the zig-zagging ride that is our lives. To take every turn with the perspective that whatever you have worked towards and planned for till this instant might not hold water as we turn the corner into the next moment.

Dear "A," If I delay writing this letter now, it may never see the light of day. Once we defer tasks with the words "I'll get to it later," the likelihood of ever completing them diminishes rapidly. With just thirty-two days left to compose this letter, I'm determined not to dwell too long on revisions. Excessive editing would only prolong the process, causing me to cringe at every word I’ve ever written and sketch I’ve ever drawn.