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!
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
It’s taken me a long time to realize, not to mention articulate, a gift I have learned I possessed. I suppose I have always taken it for granted therefore I have no idea if this gift is rare or common place because the gift is simply truth-telling. Meaning, ninety-nine times out of a hundred I… Continue reading Rich
Very good progress today. I accomplished all I set out to do. And there is even a bit of magic to this story. But I’ll get to that in due course. Obviously, I got the clamps removed and the pins cut to size. My friend, Juan took me on a mad motorbike ride across town… Continue reading One More Knife – Part 7