Too Much of Anything is Too Much…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Infinite growth of material consumption in a finite world is an impossibility”

IMG_0318To say enough is enough in this day and age is like screaming into the wind, expecting results that are going to be life changing…everyday our world is dominated by political disarray…instability and the growing threat of a world we’ve never known becoming normalized…and its not just that…everything we encounter is dramatically opposite of what we as human are really designed to live in…I thought it was kind of like harmony…we were supposed to get along…sort of move forward at our pace and help when we can and get help when we need it…

In my 60 years…most of which were fog living…cliff standing and juggling while driving at high rates of speed…I was a rambler…a mover from place to place a “Serial Stroller”, if you will…and in that time, I’ve encountered a great number of people who just want things to  stand out as…well…simple…small…easy and relatively light weight…kind of like a great down sleeping bag…functional…kick as warm and equally as valuable…light weight…


I went to buy cream last night…just plain old organic half and half, (I prefer Straus) …and I realized how screwed up we live…nowhere to be found was organic half and half…there was almond creamer, soy creamer, every flavor you could imagine creamer, non-dairy creamer, organic hazelnut creamer, store brand creamer, big plastic bottles of creamer, small glass jars of creamer, creamer I could not figure out how to open creamer, creamer in different languages creamer, creamers with warning labels, pretty generic creamers and finally tucked away on one tiny isle amidst the sea of creamers was…organic half and half…I was more than mesmerized…sort of felt I’d survived an inquisition during the Spanish Inquisition…My curiosity got the better of me…led me to the other isle of the store…34 brands of coconut oil…acres of cereal…bread to feed everyone on a super busy headliner gladiator Saturday at the Colosseum…soft drinks enough to give a small country diabetes…enough spices to season every dish everyone with my last name will cook for the rest of their lives and the lives of their grandchildren…my point was easy…WHY?

Why do stores offer so many choices that it causes us to be unable to make a choice…5 items, maybe eight…and maybe put in a working organic garden for seriously fresh produce…a small micro brewery…maybe a meat eaters and vegan taqueria…a magician and a community meet up every week…stores would be smaller…but far more exciting, employees, I’m sure would be happier…and paint the walls with murals, hang local artists work on the walls…have debates…and campfires in winter…and for god’s sake change the names…use only names that sort of define the kind of grocery store it is and the extras….”Bob’s Rock and Roll Thursday Night, Free Organic Pancake Grocery”…we’d all get it right… Bob serves organic pancakes for free on Thursday nights and chances are you’ll hear some rock and roll music…ah simpatico!!!

It’s the choices…a few are good…too many change us…make us spend what valuable time we have wasting it on the green bottle or the red one that rests upside down, or maybe the white one that can be made into a candle holder when it is all used up…

Time is really very precious…more valuable than anything we can create…think about or build, and granted time is this weird made up construct but even if we didn’t call it time…it would do the same thing… and in the midst of all of this time…we wander…wander wondering what it is has to happen for “That” to happen…whatever that might be…


Jimson Weed, Datura, Flower, Teachings of Don Juan

We all need to get it wired up really tight if we plan on seeing this through…want to change things…change you first…once that happens change leaks all over the place like kiddy pool with a big hole in it…who are you…what do you want and want to be…as John Prine said, “Move to the country, plant a little garden, grown a lot of peaches, try and find jesus on your own”…or whatever the words to your song might be…

Here’s where I was yesterday:

Whitewater Preserve, just outside of Palm Springs, and it was spectacular….

Enjoy your week, stay out of the bad places and if you have some really great ideas…please share them with me….let’s make some great stuff happen!!

“When you arrive at a fork in the road, take it” 

Behind the Wheel

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

The worst enemy of life, freedom and the common decencies is total anarchy; their second worst enemy is total efficiency.” Aldous Huxley

I’m not really certain about the landing place for me. I can tell you it has  much to do with “The Road”, the adventure that always waits on the porch for you to come home. You know, that place that is uncertain in a kind of wonderment way. Have you ever taken a trip with no map, no directional device to get you there? That’s what I’m talking about. Just road, vehicle, you, enough water, gas and food to get you, “There”, where ever, “There”,  might be. Sounds overly romantic and irresponsible…c’mon, you have a mortgage, credit card bills, all of those things that have to be done before anything else gets considered. 

I’ve recently taken to to carrying in my car, a, “Bugout Bag“, along with a sleeping bag, a Camprest mat, my favorite pillows, some Mezcal Vago Elote and all of the goodies to make a killer cup of coffee basically on demand, oh and of course something to eat! This way, I can stop, sleep, drink coffee, mescal, have a sandwich and enjoy a great time looking at the stars for a few hours. 

My last drive, was home to New Mexico through the back roads of Nevada, Utah and Arizona. To say it was spectacular is an understatement. The journey changed me, solidified my feelings of adventure, place and the things I must do to keep a real smile on my face. Here are a few of the reasons:


This is at near Gypsum Creek in Utah


Rodeo Trophy Buckles, in a pawn shop, Gallup, New Mexico


Bryce Canyon


Zuni and Navajo Bracelets at the Gallup Flea Market

I started reading Edward Abbey, I can only imagine he would have been wonderful to take a road trip with.


Just got home from 2 weeks in Palm Springs. I am working my jewelry magic at the Palm Springs Thursday night VillageFest. If you are heading to Palm Springs, make it a point to come by and see me, and stop at this restaurant in Flamingo Hills, La Copine….the food is great.

Please take a few moments to share where you’ve been, where you want to go, what you want to do….I’d love to hear from you.

Be safe, stay between the lines as much as you can, live harder than the serious stuff that’s completely unimportant, tell those you love, you love them often and most of all hug the adventure like nobody’s business!!!  

“You can’t study the darkness by flooding it with light.” Edward Abbey

July 13, Studio B2

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?”

The word “Freedom” is defined as… “the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.”…and as we know, if freedom truly existed, my right to act, speak, or think without hindrance or restraint will certainly piss maybe a few thousand somebodies off somewhere…probably more…just as your right to act, speak, or think without hindrance or restraint will do exactly the same in the pissing off department of living life. So,

Is freedom an illusion? 

Do we just like how the definition sounds, and by saying we are free enough times it will miraculously develop into the dictionary definition of freedom. And what about the guy who is cooking meth with the underaged wife, kids from 7 different women, 13 pit bulls, who has an incredible confederate flagged tattooed on his forehead who just moved in next door to you who believes in and does just about everything you loath, disdain, and in your core believe is completely and utter wrong and unacceptable…does he have that same freedom you have, does he deserve make the call…How about the couple who believe in a different Big Guy in the sky than you do, or the family that says “Si” for yes, or maybe that kid who has been in the wheelchair since birth, oh, or Mr. and Mr.  who just moved down the street…what about those people over there…or there, (pointing opposite direction), or even those guys over there, (now pointing at about a 45 degree angle to the original direction), or anybody you don’t agree with or like because they are________________ (fill in the blank)… 

Rodney King said…”Can we all just get along?”…sorry Rodney, we don’t want to…our system isn’t set up that way, never has been and probably never will be…see you can have your freedom as long as it doesn’t ever cross the line of another’s freedom…think of it like a big circle around you wherever you go…kind of like the Maxwell Smart “Cone of Silence” without the silence thing. People who believe the same stuff can always cross each other’s circles until they can’t…while people who don’t believe in the same stuff can’t even get close for fear of a boundary encroachment. And until the idea of true acceptance is installed, we will continue to practice this method of freedom which as we all know is further away from freedom than not…

Today is a great day to start…purposely watch people, see how you respond to them, what they do, how they look, talk, walk, move, and do…it is pretty likely you are part of the problem…and realize or at least try to realize, that they are going about their lives mostly as oblivious as you are going about your life and really only want to be happy, healthy, loved, cared for and find some joy in their world, (this to me is freedom)…and if you don’t want them to have that or do that because it is not your version of being happy, healthy, loved, cared for and finding some joy in your world…you don’t want to be happy or free…you want to be right!!!…so there is a lot of vacant property you can move to in the desert and never have to worry about these people and you can remain…right…

Ask yourself, do I want to be right or happy?

“Nothing made me happen. I happened.”



The Road to Greater/Better Homogenization

From the MInd of the Manic, Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“The computer can’t tell you the emotional story. It can give you the exact mathematical design, but what’s missing is the eyebrows.” 

So this morning over breakfast, our conversation digressed into the world we actually live in -vs- the world we sometimes…most of the time, think we live in….I listened to a conversation with Bill Moyers, (one we all should take the time to listen to) so…here’s the link.

A Starbucks on every corner, where do you buy office supplies if it is not Staples or Office Max…oh, and hardware…hmm, let’s see Home Depot or Lowes…I’m wondering why a homogenized landscape has become far more appealing to the masses than the diversity we scream we want…and demand in every other sector of our lives…

I live part-time in Northern California, specifically, “Wine Country”, what ever that means!! Living here, tasting wines is as normal as putting on your shoes, so, you’d think that each winery was this ma and pa owned vineyard, you know…..the one that Dolores and Chuck worked their hands to the bone to make the elixir so sought after….well that day did exist…once…and it still does to a very small degree. I don’t profess to know much about wine, other than what I like. The word “Estate Winery” brings a photo of Dolores and Chuck, growing their own grapes, harvesting, pressing, fermenting and bottling same grapes into their labeled bottle, and finally selling them to us…us meaning all of us….sorry…not any more…in most cases, (no pun intended) BIG GIANT CORPORATIONS own all of the same used to be ma and pa wineries…they just show the old photographs that make it look like ma and pa still do own  it….want to know  want GIANT CORPORATION owns the wine you like to drink…it might be HERE

So here’s my point…why eat the same meal everyday, read the same book each night for the rest of your life…oh and maybe you should wear nothing but khaki colored clothes forever, own one Jack Russell Terrier after another, drive the exact same car, only listen to one song,  maybe 2….basically do the same shit over each day everyday and think that’s living life…. with any diversity…I mean sure you might see someone who is doing the exact same thing, except their choice of dogs might be Rhodesian Ridgeback, clothing color taupe, and the songs are different by a few notes…and you become envious…as you drink your Starbucks coffee, with your Home Depot name tag, waiting in the drive up line at  KFC to order lunch, of something that looks like a chicken part, looks like macaroni and cheese, looks like a real biscuit, and comes with a fizzy 20Xs sweeter than sugar  beverage loaded with aspartame, which is KNOWN to cause cancer, imagine that….and all is groovy….just living life….

Everything is the same, nothing is different…drive through any city, you will see the homogenization of America close to completion…..ain’t it shame that we have let this happen….

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”


I Saw__________ in a Box of Jelly Doughnuts

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“A well developed , precisely defined scar with great character”

Bob Dylan once said, “A hard rain’s gonna fall”, and It seems a deluge is on the way.IMG_9836
Dividing lines….I am, (fill in the blank), and I really believe you are, (fill in the blank), and it is clear for as much as I am, (fill in the blank), you are (fill in the blank).

So all of that being said, the world should spin wonderfully on its axis, small glitches here and there, really nothing to worry about right ? I mean after all most of us don’t give a shit about the big picture, and really what does me just living me have to do with you just living you….and I don’t care who you screw, or what you pray to, or if it’s beef tonight or tofu, if you’re going to heaven or if you’re just dead when you’re dead and the dust to dust conversation holds true….

I’d like to think most people don’t care….ah but that is where I’m wrong, dead wrong….because most people do care, and they care in a, “I don’t really fucking care kind of way”…you know that sort of over the shoulder look as you’re walking away from a really bad dream or when you just realized that love was not what you thought it meant all along…so anyway…people do care and they care far more than they should, not because they care about how you’re doing, but because they care mostly about what you’re doing that they don’t agree with so they can make what they do somehow seem more right…I mean really who cares if men love men and women love women…or if an electric car is better than a gas guzzler …or is some 63% of people who eat at McDonalds think “Real Beef”…is really beef…or if you think radical religious fundamentalism is defined to them….you know….those guys….or if god is on our side but they say he’s on their side….and those guys, well they say he’s really on their side…hmmm….

Think about it, because a burning bush said it, or prophet under a tree said it or maybe a box of doughnuts said it…it just means somebody/something might have and not very likely said it, and that’s kind of the end of the story…And if for some reason you think because I’m wearing stripes with checks is an abomination because a box of jelly doughnuts said it is…you might want to collect yourself first, find out what you’re doing that the box of jelly doughnuts or the burning bush or the prophet under the tree try might call you on….tag you for, your inconsistencies or misgivings or violations of the concepts, rules, and holy stuff of said bush, prophet or Bavarian cream filled…and once you have successfully completed your entire life of living by the sacred principles of what your dogma dictates, then and only then can we have a conversation about what you, (the global you) think I, (the global I) am doing wrong…and still…it just doesn’t matter…

 I abide by 3 simple bits of dogma, that keep my cup full….and a few acquaintances of mine will know exactly what I’m talking about:

  • The 8th day of the week, Zenday
  • The Sacred Purple Tub of Squares
  • The Parable of “The Thousand Deadly Sauces”

So until next time, travel well, play hard and above all don’t worry what somebody else is doing…simple, if you don’t like something…don’t do it, and leave it right there, because there is somebody out there who loves to do what you don’t want to do….

Here’s something to enjoy wherever you are….

“If somebody acts like they don’t care….believe them”

I’m Back on the Airwaves…Oh Yea Baby!

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“I haven’t had the time to plan returning to the scene because I haven’t left it.” Mick Jagger

So…I’m back writing feverishly writing these days, and a great deal has happened since then, (whenever “then” was).

It is Farmer’s Market season in Northern California and oh baby, my feet are planted in the beautiful black earth of this part of the world and things are good. What am I doing you ask, well a bunch of farmer’s markets in Sonoma, Napa, and Marin counties…and having a great time. Here’s what I did last night, in Sonoma California and it was grand!

Food was exceptional, The Carneros, Morena Ale…out of this world and that basket of strawberry’s…well they never made it home!

So I’ve been thinking about what you’ve been doing all of this time…things are in the process of great wonderful changes and I’m sure for you as well.. so drop me a line and let me know where you’ve been and what you’ve been up to. We have a lot to talk about!!

“A decent beard has long been the number one must-have fashion item for any fugitive from justice.” Craig Brown

The Book of Truth..order your copy NOW!

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

Photo Jul 26, 5 15 07 PM

“Anyone who doesn’t take truth seriously in small matters cannot be trusted in large ones either.”

It’s really what we know…was how the conversation began…I then inserted…”and what we don’t…see that’s the problem…I mean really why is it that you or I can walk into a supermarket and know nothing about what we are purchasing…other than a tomato is similar in shape..size…color…and visual to an apple…and that’s it…I don’t know a damn thing about that apple…with the exception, that if it is not organic it is loaded with pesticides…so my point is …what I call the


The Book of Truth is just that…the truth…wouldn’t it be great to know the truth about everything or at least have access to the information…I’d love to know how Monsanto can convince the powers that be that using GMO products laden with pesticides and what ever magic there is is safe…a-okay to use and especially to keep it veiled like a new bride…It would read like this:

Well, truth be told, the only reason Monsanto gets away with what they do is because they spend a ton of money on us, (The Senate, Congress, etc). Usually 5-7 times a year they fly us to these great private resorts, called “Black Resorts” where they make all of our private, personal, bizarre fantasies come true…no exceptions…anythng we want , and i mean anything we want we get. They bring in the best disease free prostitutes, best drugs and liquor, they even have a great “Fantasy Director”, who will organize your fantasy no matter hope creepy it might be. That’s why they get what they want. There are many other companies that do this for us as well…God I love politics” – Anonymous Senator 

If this were the way is was explained…I’d get it…I’d understand why…but it’s not…it is left to us. the uninformed, the blind eyed, complacent, struggling to make ends meet populous…and we pretty much just have to accept it…I don’t think so…shouldn’t we demand the truth….I mean I want to know why the freeway is closed…not later, but right now…how difficult is it to put a sign up with all of the orange cones that reads… “Chemical Spill-Freeway Closed”…rather than having to listen to a paid lap dog explain on the news how a few thousand gallons of highly toxic chemicals spilled today, but there is really nothing to be alarmed about and how their company’s past record should be able to overshadow this…or wouldn’t it be great knowing that the war in Iraq was not orchestrated by a blatant manipulation and a pack of lies….wouldn’t you rather know that at a party Saddam Hussein….was found making out with Laura Bush in the East wing of the White House and George W figured he needed to kick a little ass for the insult…we’d get it…we might not agree..but it would be the truth…and some of us might even agree…”Yep…we should kick his ass

Jack Nicholson in the movie a, A Few Good Men said….. “You can’t handle the truth”….I think we could Jack…and I think the old adage, “The truth shall set you free” reall means a great deal…

THE BOOK of TRUTH…never going to be available at a bookstore near you…but it would sure be nice…I like when people tell me the truth…and I’ve always been told to tell the truth….

even if that dress does make her look fat…..

“Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.”



July…was a Duck….

Last Day of the Month, Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“My life, I realize suddenly, is July. Childhood is June, and old age is August,  but here it is, July, and my life, this year, is July inside of July.”


“July Ducks”, 2013, Robert Redus

July has always seemed like one of the renegade months….one of the unpredictable 12…I came up with Zenday one Sunday in July…and really it had nothing to do with me…it was all about the hypnotic influence the month had over me….like a car or a girl…or a crunchy peanut butter sandwich with  mountains of red plum jelly….when I was 16…stuff that was so important….the pin pokes….that really ruled my world in a….whirlwind sort of fashion…

Now when I think of July…I think of cooking on griddles…pouring clear liquid from one thing to another…sketchy things…things that if I ever had to explain them…it would be easier to play Mumbley Peg with a dozen or so…extra fingers on both of my hands…. July is also the reprieve month…the time where I think regularly… ‘Nothing can last for ever’….staring skyward…and wondering…the what’s and where’s….But I love July….too….enough so that the end of the month is being ejected from the safety of a revolving door…if you know what I mean….

I learned a great deal more than 10 things this month…but here they are…the….Diez Cosas….

  1. I don’t care for stir fried bitter melon
  2. Mixed welll….there are still some lumps….
  3. There are a lot of people out there buying a lot of junk to fill their spaces…rather than exploring their spaces…for a lot of junk that should go…
  4. Tasting a flavor of ice cream I would never eat at an ice cream store…then and only then do I make a decision about which flavor I want…
  5. Anybody’s recommendation is as good as anybody else’s….
  6. Inserts should always come with a new pair of shoes…
  7. There is a time in the very early…every morning between 5-5:15….I wake briefly and am most thankful for what I have…I think I smile a lot then….too
  8. Trendy and cool require a great deal of effort….money….and time….
  9. I am a fatalist with an existentialist filled center….
  10. I’ve never known anyone named Dewey or Melvin

So…..July turned out to be a duck here are a few facts about ducks….that make them special….

  • Ducks have no nerves or blood vessels….in their feet…
  • Ducks lay fewer eggs….beginning in JULY….
  • Ducks have three eyelids…

No wonder it was a good month….no blood vessels or nerves…fewer eggs and 3 eylids….Sweet Jesus…..

“I just love Chinese food. My favorite dish is number 27.”

It “Ain’t” always “Small” that makes a town small….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere.”

I’ve discovered I’m enjoying small town living…I’m already waving at people on my evening walk and know Earl from Dave…I even gave directions this afternoon…leaning into the car…saying things like… ” follow the road down there, stay right and turn at your first right…go 7 miles”….and I do it like I really know what I am talking about….but that’s not the reason…

I like the small town feel mostly for…what you want is not always there to get…and that works really well for me…

I needed coat hangers today….after the A and B decision were made….trajectory mattered…


now in a city you drive over to the “Dollar Store”…..strap on the hand sanitizer holster while wading through a sea of diapers littering the parking lot…scrape the gum you just stepped in….off your shoe…on the curb….try and read the graffitti…scrawled on the sidewalk…have a little stare down with the small child….seated in the shopping cart…who clearly has an upper respiratory tract infection…and no one in the family is willing to put tissue to nose…wait in line behind someone who is counting out 89 cents in pennies and a few nickles….and then realizes they have a coupon to use…and finally pay for….the 10 for a buck coat hangers and are immediately accosted by the guy standing outside that is either really trying to grow dreads or is really not trying to….but yet he is….who is standing in the parking lot holding a large empty pickle jar….and he really wants to ask a question…or make a statement…or….maybe just talk….

Not here…that’s right…correct…not here….they just don’t have the coat hangers in stock and they won’t for maybe a few weeks….and I take a deep sigh of relief…look around…in a slightly upward direction….as if I’m going to point to the heavens in a “#1” gesture and mouth something sacred….but instead….I shake the clerk’s hand who just told me the coat hanger news and say… “God…I can’t thank you enough…you think it might be 2…maybe three weeks before you get some?” …”Yes sir” he responds….and I think what could be better…

better than this…BP still at 120/40….plaques resting quietly far…far away….

Oh there’s graffiti here…even crime…and maybe even a few people who had misdemeanor arrests in the 1970’s…

but the pace is like living  in a really small house…where 5 books takes up a wall…and more is always more…while less fills the place like helium….I discovered today…coat hangers are really cool…..when they were wire I had a lot of fun with them…and they were even cooler….

but today….I’ll mark my calendar for three weeks from today…and write…. “Pick Up Coat hangers at Hardware”……by then I might really need something else…..who knows

“All that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it,  an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a  point of view.”