456. December 14th…What a difference a “Good Bath” makes….

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“Two Pears” 2010

“Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.” – Jim Fiebig

surprisingly it’s always about the ….”Monday Stuff”…on Monday…and I really like that…

“Monday Stuff” is nothing more than a way to justify a hike or a nap in the middle of the afternoon….a way of saying….”This” is all part of ….”That”….there doesn’t have to be a reason or an excuse…just a small flash that lights the fuse…and it all starts the explosions in different parts…of the place I am in…Monday is the day to try out a new restaurant…or a micro-brewry… maybe do a load of laundry that…if I forget about it…I don’t mind rewashing it all on Wednesday….

I have converted my western style bath tub into a Japanese style bath…one where I get to sit on a stool…pour a bucket of warm/hot water over me and commence the process of bathing….the idea of sitting in dirty bath water has always been much like the thought of wearing someone else’s underwear..or the creepy things that live in my eyelashes…completely unacceptable….this new bathing process is spectacular…I use much less water…and the experience is really all about bathing…as there is a process/protocol that is necessary to follow in order to get the maximum benefit from the entire experience…seems a little meditative….and along the Ayurvedic mentality of complete emersion into the event that is being done while it is being done….with no outside thoughts or distraction….not too mention I’ve never felt as clean…and refreshed…as when the bath is complete…

there is a ritual that goes along with this whole thing and I think partly this has a great deal to do with the success I am experiencing…for a  about 4 years…I worked in a traditional Japanese Shiatsu Spa where we also offered Japanese Bath..steam and ofuro….it was a wonderful experience…and I recall as an employee…I could use the facilities any time I wanted…I experienced a significant change while working there…much of what I believed and thought for literally decades…began to gel and solidify….confirming my personal philosophy…spirituality and outlook on living…

I’d like to build a small house in the near future…maybe a little out in the country…with some trees and a view of something that inspires me…and certainly a nice Japanese bath…that might inspire me as well…

“Out of the water, I am nothing.” – Duke Kahanamoku 

 

402. September 3rd….An Illustrious Friday….quit your job….lets go be Superheroes…..

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“A Drive to Nowhere” 2010

“In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.” -Simone de Beauvior

I’m unclear of where to go and what to do on this gorgeous Friday….one of those days that holds a variety of magic boxes….I have to choose but a few….put on my cape….say a few incantations…and off I go…high into the atmoshpere…for a flight into the unknown….a day long trip….to places my soul needs to go…..spend some time nestled there… where ever there might be….today is choice day…not significant choices…more like choices that deal with things like raisin bread toast or sing or whistle…the decisions have already found their positions…the circles drawn around my “Place”….and everything has survived the small jolt of a well needed shift……kind of that feeling of a jar lid loosening….like somehow knowing what all of the words mean….in that other language….that feeds me….

today I will move with no caution…..no ideas of inventions…..or conquests….collect all of the black smooth stones…..I encounter…maybe put them in a glass filled with water….

you can see…today’s…really going to be a busy one….a sort of eat all of the foot long chile cheese dogs I can stomach…kind of day….with no worry of throwing up…..these kinds of days are really good…they are the ones that make the other days seem like they’re wearing really outdated hair styles….or Brut cologne…..or using  the word “Groovy” and really meaning it……

so with newly pressed cape….spotlessly cleaned goggles…..a pocket full of ones…in the event I stop at a titty bar along the way…..a booklet of counterfeit Weinerschnitzel Chile Cheese Dog coupons…..some Q-Tips…..quarters…in case there’s parking….and a Spainish-English dictionary….I bid you….

au revoir…enjoy your Friday…

“I wish I had a Kryptonite cross, because then you could keep both Dracula AND Superman away.” Jack Handy


376. August 1st….on my T-shirt…OCD means….Ostrich Companion Developer….or….Organ Cultivating Department….or Oreo Creme Designer…I like that one… “I am an Oreo Creme Designer”….

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“and the Gas Up High” 2010

“I don’t think about time. You’re here when you’re here. I think about today, staying in tune.” John Lee Hooker

signs….I love a good inidcator…..something that will press me until I am so close between the wall and a pane of glass I can hardly breath….any longer…and often it takes getting to that place to realize the point of the compass is but millimeters away from the center of my eyeball…a luxurious sort of last bath of a lifetime….that final bit of anything….before the walls perhaps come tumbling down….and that may be a great thing….

the word sign….means “any object, action, event, pattern, etc., that conveys a meaning.”…paying attention may reveal signs…yet it may  also be looking to hard for something that will appear when it is designed to….that is sort of mentality of  OCD….except the signs are an action and the outcome is something that has been designed by the person doing the action….even if the outcome doesn’t exist or is not possible….or is so necessary that if it is not done….the earth will falter on it’s axis….an automobile accident is emmineant…and of course all of the power in the magic stones in the bag that no one knows about will lose all of their potency…

I’m thinking of putting OCD after my name in big important letters….on my new business cards….or maybe just make up some stuff to put after my name…so people will wonder what it might be all about…I shop at thrift store for clothes and generally a deep-rooted part of my shopping experience between tapping everything and counting each step….is looking for t-shirts that have a bunch of initials on them….so when people ask me about what they mean…I can make things up…and see how they respond….I think it’s much like developing an alter ego…if you don’t have one….by all means get one…..

I spent part of the day with my friend Mars….and during that time my alter ego…(Art Zabari) decided to really reveal himself…in a rather bold like golf pants kind of way……he is a hand slapper…with a rather deep radio voice who is critical….asks an endless barrage of rhetorical question and has something to say about everything out there…..every one passing by….anyone doing anything within sight….Mars..actually raised the window for fear we would get assaulted by people in the surrounding automobiles because of Art’s tyraid…..it’s a rare occurence…but when it happens…..the unexpected is always thick in the air….and his voice is really really loud……something about a drive with the three of us…especially a long trip…that’s what novels are written about….

I’d like to say this is completely under my control…yet I would be lying if I even thought it was….yet when Art apears….he appears for a reason…he is a sign…for me….a manefstation that says…all is well..that I am in a place of comfort and even though I have  Big Chief notebook filled with an endless list of questions…they will find answers when they do…I think of Art as a release valve….my only other option would be a tall building a bag of chips….a high powered rifle…….and a list of questions that all begin with….”Why”…..I don’t need a sign to tell me the out come of that one……

the endlesss…counting…tapping….always doing the left thing first….speaking in accents out loud as I confirm the gas is turned off on the stove for the 6th time….(has to be 6…or else something bad just might happen and I know for a fact the magic stones will undoubtedly lose their power.)…….dreaming of being a Mexican disc jockey or  television evangalist…really doesn’t interfere with anything….it’s sort of like those little strand things on a banana…is how I see it…..I know they have a purpose….a function and probably are so important to the complete success of a banana and really need to be there…butI’m not eating them………

today I’ll spend a little time making a few signs…maybe I’ll put a few words down on a piece of paper that is my sign for the day…the thing I should pay some more mind….or maybe I’ll just look for a few signs…without really looking for them at all……

enjoy this beautiful Sunday….

363. July 15th….Cool is relative…as long as you’re not frozen solid……

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“All Good Promises”  2010

“Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have never been a very cool person….in high school…while “Hair Stylists” were where people got their hair made into something out of “Boogie Nights”….not cut…..I’d get my haircuts across the border in a small town in Mexico…..Zaragosa….where for 65 cents I could get a relatively bad haircut…my wing-tipped shoes shined….to a mirror finish….and look at the cleavage of the woman shaving “white walls” into the sides of my head….with a straight razor and hot shaving cream….you can only imagine what ran through my pubescent mind…….I was plagued with bad skin….a fashion sense that was well below …..the “hip” mentality of the 1970’s and a personality that was so reserved…I spent most of my time talking to people …looking down…and kicking the dirt at my feet….to go out on a date was a major production…..as overweight…un-stylish…shy….clear skinned challenged boys were close to the last choice…..but the few I did go on was proof that the level of cool I possesed…..was minimal…..and something I greatly needed to work on…..

Perhaps it was west Texas….and cool just didn’t have a good foothold there…yet there were guys in my school that were the definition of the word “Cool”…they had the right clothes….especially the right boots….”Dingo Boots” with a small antiqued brass buckles…they certainly had the right girls…drove the right cars….had flawless complextions….worked at the places where all of the other cool people congrigated…unlike myself that worked at a parking garage in a hotel right….on the border…..whose client base was primarily call girls and people engaged illegal activities…..but it was a job…..nevertheless……

But one thing I noticed…..the cool guys wore checkered shirts…..something I always had trouble with….unless it was an elaborate western shirt with all of the real pearl snaps and roping scenes on the yolk…and the curly two-toned stitching all over….stuff like that was okay….and since I took gym with them…they also all wore “Superman” underware….me…I am and have always been a boxer sort of guy….and they all had the exact same haircut for the most part…..wore the same cologne…Brut…or Old Spice…..and all dated girls whose names ended in “Y”…..wore the same Letterman’s jacket…. had names that ended in…. “Junior and “the III” …..they all drank the same beer at parties…..never smoked pot…because it was illegal…you know…were all pretty religious….but made exceptions if Mandy was feeling frisky one night….and generally even though they were the “Cool People”…they were almost exactly alike…a little hard to tell one from another……

After awhile I began thinking of them….as a herd of wildebeests…even though my friends and I didn’t weigh an ounce on the “Cool Scale”….we were unique….we were endangered…snow leopards….or the last 10 Tasmanian devils on the planet…everything about us was different from each other…..maybe we didn’t know that striped shirts and checkered pants didn’t go well together….but we’d wear them anyway….I remember…realizing being different…made us maybe not the coolest……but I could sure feel the temperature drop….

I recall a party at the school…my best friend and I walked to  (since we weren’t cool….we had no car)…he was dressed somewhat like a pirate…with a billowy white shirt and a suede vest with skin-tight pants and pirate looking boots…with giant buckles…..I was wearing a double-breasted 3 piece GREEN suit…a purple shirt…highly polished wing-tipped shoes..and a brown tie with a hideous pattern that belonged to my father…..and when we walked through those double doors……Coincidentally the spot light lite us up…..

we….were….as cool as cucumbers……..

362. July 14th…

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“________________” 2010

“Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.” – Vladimir Nabokov

Maybe the idea that finishing is over in the mind…to look…search for those elements…that lead to a higher place of understanding…the immense trail of knowledge…right there…ready for the grasping….to know becomes a way of being more….a greater plain of view….on the forefront….where the things that matter are there because they have substance….value…a raw sense of exploration necessary to dig up the hidden metal boxes in the black garden earth….where all of those secrets…. can push the wings higher….expand it all….increase the speed by thousands….whiten the bones far past bleach…and make the rewards like ripe apples…..where every step becomes the right step…..as the effort is the….wave…..the cloud…the dunes on the desert……the nature of how it is supposed to be…..even the tarnish is a beautiful discovery…..

361. July 13th…I am anticipating…I won’t be anticipating much longer….at least until the “Judo” …kicks in….

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“I Lived There Once” 2010

“At every single moment of one’s life, one is going to be no less than what one has been.” – Oscar Wilde

I used the third definition of Anticipation as the first two seemed designed around a knowing or premonition……Anticipation is defined as:

hope or expectation

Anticipation is also the state where we develop most of our fears….as they arise from an unknowing and a sort of “Questionable scenario”……we decide what is going to take place long before it does….an outcome has been made before the action has begun….so often that idea is well in place…..and we create the result by what we decide it to be…..rather than the course it would take naturally…..

Antonyms for “Anticipation” are “Doubt”…and…”Unreadiness”….so not necessarily do we doubt if we don’t anticipate…..yet working at eliminating anticipation from life is also working on a much larger….plan….the ability to live in the moment….as in the moment has no concept nor room for anticipating what may happen later or tomorrow….because now is only now…and has nothing else pressing other than the moment….

and a great part of me really aligns with that thinking….it’s that small….seemingly unimportant/important part that is confused……what exactly is the “Now” ..is now this nanosecond that just past…or the nanosecond I am experiencing…. right NOW…..or is it the day I live in or how small do I need to make it to call it “Now“….often translated into…”the Present Moment“…which is equally confusing and as difficult to define….I realize being engaged in a conversation is a now moment…enjoying a wonderful meal….. a now……watching TV and talking on the phone simultaniously…not now…..having sex and driving a car….not now…..the dictionary’s version of “Now”…is as nebulous as the “Present moment’…..and uses both of those words to define it….

so maybe “Now” and……”living in the Now“…..are like a Snow Storm and Ice Storm……..two different names for the exact same thing….(at least I think snow is ice…but is ice…snow?)…nevertheless…….”Now“…is some measurement of time…(you decide how small you want to make it)….”Living in the now”……a practice of living a life that certainly has a future…but the emphasis is on the place we are living currently…again…( you decide how small you want to make it)….and being conscious of where are feet are and on what ground we stand…both literally and figureatively…..and maybe we think about the future…and anticipate…but give the anticipation very little value….fragile paper that can be consumed…..by a spark…..

I think…..”Now“….”Living in the Now“….”The Present Moment“…are all very much like Judo…..it’s all about your response…..to an action from  what is directly in front of you…..push…or….pull…pull…or …push….and it’sunderstanding and practicing…..the energetics of Judo….that makes Judo work so well…..


359. July 11…Spiritual Yardsale….. “Everything is Free”…….

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“I Wax I Wane” 2010

“Excellence is a better teacher than mediocrity. The lessons of the ordinary are everywhere. Truly profound and original insights are to be found only in studying the exemplary.” – Warren G. Bennis

I participated in a yard sale yesterday….something I generally don’t like doing…for many reasons….the people who showed up to buy my stuff were expecting incredibly cheap prices….the nature of a yard sale….I on the other hand was going through a riveting process of detaching myself from the many things I have collected that I don’t use or really need…but for some reason I ended up with them….and I find I either really liked the item and was debating on keeping it or…I question why I ended up with it in the first place…was I drugged when I bought it….

this process was good for me…it defined a clear line between what I want and what I think I want in my giant beach ball world ….and certainly clarified…that the smaller aspects of my life are a representation of the larger picture of my life….I discovered…that everything is a rather unknown statement….sort of ….”if this happend…then this might happen” and it may or may not…but that’s the reason “This” is taking place to begin with…..it is kind of a way of extending ourselves….checking the water by taking a test drive first….and if it doesn’t work…it was a small step to begin with…very little was lost…and we have this item in our life we’re not sure what do with…until the next spiritual yard sale….

Spiritual Yardsale….is defined as , (my definition) :  a release of used or unwanted spiritual concerns, esoteric beliefs,  etheric notions of the unknown, ideologies and systems that no longer affect the soul in the most efficient effective, optimum manner; a shedding of some belief to make room for more new beliefs….

these instances that seem so obvious yet so elusive amaze me….the discoveries of simplicity makes the complex rather brittle….difficult to want to align with and delve further into…yet I know I do…and I do willingly…consciously and with some expectation that peeling the orange will somehow reveal a pineapple inside….or maybe chicks are going to hatch from it…..when in reality a deep breath…put on the “Occam’s Razor“….T-shirt….and realize…the simple is simple for a very good reason…..something observation will surely affirm…..

there will always be the collectables…in our lives…both tangebles and spiritual….and we will always cycle those  as we see fit….each has a lifetime some level of attachment…anticipation and expectation that works for as long as it does….the discovery of that lifetime is essential to know when… and where .to put the signs up for ….the next Spiritual Yard Sale….

have a wonderful Sunday….

357. July 8th… My kitchen sink has a mind of its own….and a pretty good eye for rendering….

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“My Kitchen Sink” 2010

“Also, I think there are huge reactions sometimes, which are also mysterious.” – Christopher Walken

I have always wanted to be one of those people who…finds an image of the Virgin or Christ in something like a tortilla or the last crispy burnt potato chip in the bag…really anything would work…it by no means has to be a religious figure….it could be an image of Robert Blake as Beretta….or Richard Nixon….in a bowl of ramen…I just don’t care what it is….or maybe the lucky garage sale purchase of a painting that bleeds…real blood or cries …real tears…..well…and after all of these years….of watching everyone else around me finding these miraculous discoveries……I am….that lucky person…oh it’s not a tortilla…or mold on a piece of bread…or even close to a painting that cries…my hands have not miraculously started having stigmata….it is my sink…..that’s right…my kitchen sink…..has started to produce abstract imagery…..

(this is the part that will be in the public television documentary)….”I was pouring out the last of the coffee….my phone rang and I went to answer it….when I returned to finish my morning ritual of cleaning the coffee cup  and French press…there in the sink was the abstracted image….clearly of a nude  man with his head down……my mind instantly raced back  to a life drawing class I’d taken and saw this image as somewhat of a…quick  ten second rendering”…. (this is when the conversation between the documentary host and me goes into background noise and the narrator begins talking about the phenomenon of imagery appearing on many other objects)

so now…I am part of that club of rare individuals that have had an unexplainable event happen in my life….something that may or may not get documentation….require peranormal plumbers to visit the site….if it had a more holy sort of context…I could even be entertaining a shrine…where people from Poland…and other Eastern European countries would flock to visit…just for a glimpse of the sink that produces this imagery…..a small donation box in front of my house….tons of stuff left by those on their pilgrimage….black and white photographs of elderly women in tears….with scarves on their heads and no makeup….

I’m thinking maybe the sink was channeling…Picasso…or one of the lessor known German expressionists….and this was the way of letting me know….so I’ve spent the past few days…pouring a variety of stuff into the sink…acting like something else has distracted…me….returning a few minutes later….to find some incredible work emerging…..

and here are a few of the images that have appeared…..

coffee, pancake syrup, water, Nestle’s quick…and nutmeg

and another:

Juice from black beans, organic beats, curry, pepper, lemon zest, Spaghettios

and by far the best one:

tomato bisque, mustard, black licorice, paprika, soy sauce….1/2 teaspoon of garlic powder

I just love these small mysteries in life…the give and takes…..how the dynamic changes from day to day….how often the absurd…today…is the brilliance of tomorrow….it just keeps me guessing…..never a dull moment on planet earth….here in the high desert….just a bit lower than a mile in elevation…..where life is simple…..and the opportunity for great art to be produced by a sink…really isn’t that unusual….and where the unexpected remains…..that way for…a reason….

356. July 7th…. “Crown of Thorns” …..I prefer “Crown of Q-Tips” ……

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“Crown of Thorns” 2010

“I have always thought the suicide should bump off at least one swine before taking off for parts unknown.” – Ezra Pound

I spent 8 years of my academic career in parochial school…a place that then was much like a mixture of a …..carnival ride….house of horrors….and a really poorly made movie…..I wore a uniform ….dark blue pants a dark blue sweater with the parish’s emblem emblazoned at my heart…a light blue shirt…mandatory t-shirt beneath….my instruction was in an old cut rock building that looked like a castle….chapel on one end….full blown church…on the other….being a part of the place took a great deal of the intimidating nature away from it….yet for those outside of the parish……we were considered “Untouchable”…there was something about us…perhaps we were closer to God…or knew something ordinary people did not….but there was no doubt we were different….kids my age…outside of the Parish…..thought we were training to be “Saints”…..

Main entrance of the church

We attended chapel everyday….and I was one of 2 altar boys…(Not something you’ll find on my resume)…..I would wear the rather angelic white gown…light the candles…..prepare everything for the priest….carry the cross…or hold the bible while the priest read from it…..and I always had to wake the priest up…he was an 80 plus year old man who slept the better part of the day…..and his life was getting the word out there…..between naps…..his name was…Father Bert…

when I was older I spent a great deal of time in the large church just sitting and looking at everything….I used to stare at a particular window …Jesus was….looking towards the heavens…..hands clasped in prayer….and wearing the “Crown of Thorns”….he was covered in a purple robe….and small streams of blood came from the wounds made by the thorns…I always wondered ….why since he was the son of God ….that this stuff happened to him….seemed to me this guy can turn water into wine…and make a few fish feed thousands…what would  it take to dissuade Pontius Pilot…with regard to a crucifiction….and couldn’t he just evoke the same powers that parted the sea…to display his ability that he and God were the wrong guys to be messing with….my confusion about religion began…..right there…..I no longer sang “Onward Christian Soldiers”…with near the same enthusiasm as I had before….that was my religious turning away point….just saying the word agnostic or atheist….would get you a good slap….maybe a few afternoons in detention and a call to the head master’s office…for  swats or a hands under the handkerchief and a good hard strike with the ruler….so those of us that questioned…spoke in whispers…..

I thought certain that  parochial school would make better Christians…and I suppose it probably does for the most part…I’m confident most of the 10 people I graduated with…are maybe not fire and brimstone… God-fearing believers…but have a good handle on it….and I would be happy for them if that is what they chose….yet for me…..I found out young…that this method…of believing….just didn’t make enough sense….scared me more than it did embrace me….made tightrope walking even more of a challenge than normal…..

I did then and very much do now…love Christian art….and iconography especially from the Byzantine period….I have to say the many hours I spent looking at the art in the church had a significant impact on not only what I believe…but a great appreciation for the artwork itself….and I feel that my religious beliefs…how ever far and removed from Christianity….allow me to view the art work as exclusively art work….and that I really enjoy….somehow making the sacred….without the teeth….

as far as the “Crown of Thorns”…..the metophor it offers is a brilliant description….one that is etched into my brain….for my lifetime…and I still see the window on the days I look for it…and it still is as beautiful as it ever was….

353. July 4th….Hi…my name is Robert…and I am a…. “Batch processor”

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“Built” 2010

“I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle.” – Marilyn Monroe

It already has the feel of one of those mornings….the ones steeped in a mixture of spiritual stillness….Muddy Waters singing…” Got my Mojo Working”….undecided if I’m doing nothing or everything…..and overall…a wonderful morning of contemplative…..chaotic….flux….

I think it interesting  how each of us are designed…and it sort of fits everything about us perfectly…there are groups of people….who all migrate to roughly the same mentality with the same stuff happening in our worlds….men wearing dress shoes with no socks…jeans and striped shirts….I mean that’s a group of people who pretty much all do the same things…casual attire for the pharmaceutical sales rep…or business type….or the group of women that still have hair styles from the 1980’s…very pronounced self standing bangs…..still listen to the Cars…..Huey Lewis….and the News…and probably all do the same thing….the people I migrate to all pretty much wear the same thing….paint on 93% of their clothing…shop at thrift stores….drive older…automobiles …. would rather vote democrate…or leave the country….care about the fiber content in bread…and ask if this is “Conventional” or ….”Organic”…and most of these people do the same thing….

I often wonder what has caused each of us to collect around those particular lights….and what makes us stay….in each of us that do similar things we all do those things with a great deal of difference….just like the no socked…striped shirt….jean wearing men…they all look the same yet they sell drugs….or manage mutual funds…or are sales reps for machinery companies…etc…and their method is most likely more different from similar…yet they fall roughly under the same heading…perhaps different chapters….

that’s the part I really like…..

even though we may all dress the same…drive similar cars…have like  politics…maybe even date/marry….the same kind of  people… we are also wonderfully unique..we all do things the way that works best for us…..some slow…methodical…others ant like and frenetic….but rarely alike….

Batch Processing: Executing or processing a large number of accumulated orders or transactions at one time.

I am a Batch Processor and I am a batch processor in every aspect of my life….every aspect…..I generally do everything in “hundred lots”….kind of like the giant bag of peanut M&M’s….just all of the time….my thinking is…..it’s as easy to make 30 sandwiches as it is to make ….1…..throw in a little OCD and the perfect job for me is either making paintings like I do…or seperating 55 gallon drums filled with different colored glass…into the appropriate container for each color…..as long as there are at least 50,000 to 500,000 pieces of glass involved in the sorting process….(makes it worth my while them)…..I developed this mentality from being involved in jewelry manufacturing for so many years…found it worked…and still live a life around hundreds of things rather than 1 or 2…..

knowing what works is a satisfaction….equivelant to a great tattoo….or a flawless puta nessca……it becomes so palattable…so rewarding that every event that ever comes under foot of the process….is like a 1970’s….newly laid….3 inch tangerine….shag carpeting…and you are barefooted……the event becomes epic in proportion….something that not only delivers…..but offers a wonderfully cyclical…repetitive set of desires…like a healthy addiction to the uncontrollable release of endorphines…durng a good dose of fear….

however you do things…and whom ever flies around the same porch light with you is important….and I depart …….with the infamous words from Jerry Jeff Walker:

“It don’t matter how you do it…just do it like you know”

have a great holiday……