There was a rainstorm blowing in from the SE but I have been deprived of a cigar (rooftop) for almost 4 days now so I chose the diminutive, 5″ X 38 EP Carillo Cigar for an ostensibly quick smoke. I didn’t beat the storm but I got to finish this cigar in the weather protected… Continue reading EP Carrillo Cigar
Yesterday (or thereabouts) I owned a bunch of stuff: handmade furniture, some modest art, a great collection of tools, etc. Today I own a fraction of what I owned yesterday. But still I enjoy these new possessions; perhaps more than I did before. For instance, while I was sifting through a small box of my… Continue reading Today vs. Yesterday
Sometimes it is morally imperative to insert ourselves into someone’s situation and then there are other times when it is mortally imperative that we just mind our own business. And it’s up for each and everyone of us to decide. I was just having this conversation with Max. I told him that I had been… Continue reading A Right Time and a Wrong Time
I was standing in my neighbor, Max’s place this morning having a nice chat when his mother walked in accompanied by another neighbor. She’s holding up her (his?) cellphone with a photo on the screen. Inwardly I groaned. I hate looking at shit on other people’s phones. I even hate looking at the shit on… Continue reading A Bad Place to be a Politico
I am done. There are still a few minor imperfections in the wood handle – mostly in the finishing of the pin fasteners – but after 8 hours of sanding I decided this morning to call the project complete. See the irregularity in the right most pin? That’s what I am talking about. It’s not… Continue reading One More Knife – Completed!
I was sitting here at my desk and looking over the latest visual posts at the great lifestyle website, http://www.jjjjound.com/ and I came to a rather abrupt conclusion that if by a certain age you haven’t found your own personal style – and much more than that, the essence of your very existence – then… Continue reading Trying too Hard
Early morning rain makes me nostalgic. I don’t miss the past, but some mornings – the rainy mornings – I sometimes think of it. Here are a few sketches from my travel journals: Japan Wind driven rain, sky dark as slate – before this storm even the leaves are fleeing. 6-5-94 Tokyo Is She… Continue reading 4:30 am – Rain