572. October 23rd….Isn’t is just is with an “‘” and a “t”…but it always is isn’t…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

"Right Time...Right Place" ©Robert Redus 2011

“Innocence: I am only stepping on your face because it lies in my path.” – Mason Cooley

There always is…and there always isn’t…those always seem to be the only choices…and I guess there are parts that are sort of is’s and sort of isn’ts….but to stay to close to that shadow is like planning that accident up ahead…you know…the one you are waiting to get into because for some strange reason…it takes that to make the water flat and smooth…make everything palatable so even though it looks like something you might step over on the sidewalk….it might well taste like some $5500. fungi…if presented correctly….

I really like the “Is” idea just as much as I like the “Isn’t” mode of thinking…each is like a good sunburn…waiting to either become a malignant cancer…or a bronze beauty…depending on perspective….what we’re thinking…and how much of the bad or good stuff we want to continue adding as seasoning…to the life…that’s truly the meaning of “One man’s meat is another man’s poison” …so “Is” is always “Isn’t” and “Isn’t”….you guessed it…can’t help always being “Is”….I mean could you imagine a coin with heads or tails on both sides…..or maybe walking using just your left foot…

Meringue in my opinion is such a wonderful example of all of the “Is’s” on thw planet…the historic questions behind meringue is debatable…some say Swiss origins with an Italian chef…while others suggest a French cookbook entry somewhere in 1604…meringue has had a few other names… “Whit biscuit bread”…and my favorite… “Pets”…the French reference to “Farts”…. For their light and airy nature….there are three distinctive types of meringue…French…the most widely known…Italian…designed more for pastry and Swiss…cooled and baked…yummy… meringue is usually shaped between 2 large spoons…

“Meringue de Angel”, shortbread biscuits layered with meringue and lemon curd, topped off with drizzled lemon glaze. Variations include raspberries, peaches, mangos, blueberries, blackberries, pineapple, papayas, honeydew, oranges, cantaloupe, or cherries and strawberries. is is is is is is is is is is is is …see my point…how can something like this be anything but…is….yet everything it isn’t….

Isn’ts are like the brown lace up shoes my father used to wear…or maybe sheets with cheesy floral patterns on them…or worse…wearing your boxer underwear up past your belly button…enough said…..

I think I’ll get a t-shirt that has “IS” on the front and “ISN’T” on the back…so if I’m walking towards you….you might have one idea…but if I’m walking in front of you…holy cow…a completely different idea emerges….

“Before I refuse to take your questions, I have an opening statement.” – Ronald Reagan

 

498. February 25th…You just may already be a wiener…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Once upon a time” 2011

“Searching for what I need, and I don’t even know precisely what that is, I was going from a man to a man, and I saw that all of them together have less than me who has nothing, and that I left to each of them a bit of that what I don’t have and I’ve been searching for.” – Ivo Andric

I’ve always expected arrival to be like a scene from the Wizard of OZ…all of the hoopla…masses of really small people in the street…waring vividly colored clothes…strange vehicles that don’t look like anything I’ve ever seen before…and everyone has a pretty different unusual haircut…and I guess that’s the way I’ve seen it so…my expectation sort of revolves around that…in essence…when I see that…scene in reality…one of two things has happened…I have arrived..at some place….or..walked on to the set of the remake of the Wizard of Oz…either way…it would be alright…

it’s never just blue…there always has to be something attached to it that defines the “Blue”…as something other than any other blue…don’t believe me walk into a an art store and ask for just “Blue”….and maybe the separation of the things most people see as the same…are also what make them very different…

my father often acted as if didn’t care what “it” was…”just give me one of them“…is what he would often say…like scoops of ice cream…but the guy scooping the ice cream damn well better make certain it’s either butter pecan…or pralines and cream…and what this bizarre game did was give my father a reason to…find something for everyone involved to question…get a little confused about…wonder…

my cats do this to me all of the time…well I’ve come to believe they do this based on some strange reason…I have developed…they meow…I say “What”…”What do you want”…”Do you guys need food?”…”Maybe you need water”…”You’re not sick or anything are you?”…and we go through this business of trying to figure out who needs what…when and why…the other day…I found a video of cats meowing on Youtube…and decided to see what happens when I played it for them…well they did exactly what I do…except without the English…and articulation…they both sat there staring at the screen of my phone…with WTF expressions and in silence….I have this video as a favorite and play it every time they meow….it’s working…and I say…”See…see what I mean”….

I realize my cats lack the internal intellectual capacity to contemplate this concept…and the ice cream guy is scooping because it’s a job and past that it stops…but anyone who is looking for something from someone else…has it all wrong that being said…Bodhidharma is credited with saying:

“But deluded people don’t realize that their own mind is the Buddha. They keep searching outside.”

and I’m not a Buddhist…but the concept is brilliant…change a word…and presto…the sentence takes on a brand new meaning…and you don’t need a really sharp stick in the eye…to get it…

most of my life I’ve been an ice cream scooper…and unfortunately by circumstance yet….the other day it all opened up wide and joy poured in…for the very first time in my life…never to evaporate…and it…is exactly like he’d said….everything would be like everything else…and it is…

I always have told my students…”I don’t have your answers…I’ll help you find them though“…and my instructor when I was a child told me something along those lines as well…and of course it made no sense…it was one of those time bomb things that one day…forty plus years later the explosion happened…and I looked skyward…and said “Wow…that Mr. Hiyashi…really knew his stuff“….

“It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers.” – James Thurber

491. February 12th…ShamOuch!!…Who has the time for a bad mug shot

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“ShamOuch”

“The physician who killed me, Neither bled, purge or pilled me, Nor counted my pulse but it comes to the same, In the height of my fever I thought of his name.” – Nicarchus

the baskets full of razor blades or rabbit fur…..sort of Russian roulette…with everything to lose and everything to gain…and none of it worthwhile to try…..so it was nightfall most of the time…..he’d shot him in the face….leaving me to tend for myself……making sure that my day began well after dark…..and went well into the darker hours…they pulled her like a Popeye cartoon….one direction then another…..until the bullet hit him…..then the pulling just stopped…..and that quiet stayed for a long time….kind of like the white on typing paper”

there is a wonderful peace in my house this morningthe sun is casting beautiful shadows on a curtain…a plant on the inside is bending to move closer to the sunlight...get as much of it as it can…both cats are exhausted from a night of…sleeping….and “Barber’s Adagio For Strings”…fills the room with some musical quiet…and everything is…A Okay….

I wondered this morning…why I make certain the toilet paper…pulls from the top and not the bottom…when replacing a roll…and how much time has been used adjusting the positioning to get it…”Right”…could it literally be days…or even weeks…I don’t know…and I think this is as far as I’m going to take this…but I do think from now on…I’m just going to put it on the roller..and that’s pretty much it…

of course this got me thinking of all of the “rituals” in my life…some…deeply imprinted…those that I’ve mentioned…that keep the earth on it’s axis…and stop major planetary disastors…but the small ones…the direction I stir coffee…why I always cut up chicken a certain way..and not another…when I put on cologne and where…why only one type of toothpaste…rather than experimenting with the 300 varieties available…or my reason for….thumping a watermelon…to somehow know something I didn’t…by a simple thump….I question my ability to judge one item on the menu from another…especially with a type of food I’m very….unfamiliar with…

when I lived on the coast…my bed was portable…it was a mat…I could roll it up and sleep anywhere I wanted…so basically each morning I awakened…in a different place than the day before…like staying at a friend’s house…but all of my stuff was there….I occassioanlly slept out doors when the weather permitted…what I enjoyed most was the idea I had no ritual….other than a pattern of no pattern…and I wasted very little time when it came to getting ready for bed…X marks the spot….

I know I’m not alone in this…some might argue it is easier …while others might say it works better that way….or “I like it like that”….or it even makes a great deal more sense than not….and method far exceeds use or is at least equal to it…but…looking at say toilet paper….it has one purpose…and the delivery is certainly important…but the efficiency and effectiveness…far outweighs which way it unrolls…

Tennessee Williams said….“There is a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go.” while the Buddha thinks…”It is better to travel well than to arrive.”…

I re-read a post from a blog I follow… one of wonderful words….and ideas…and to use a line from Mrs. Neutron:

In the end it’s about farting around and laughing as much as you can.  It’s about understanding that absolutely ANYTHING goes provided it doesn’t make it more difficult to fart around and laugh.”

I’m not going to spend the time figuring out how much time I’ve spent on adjustment…instead…I am going to just  finish what I’ve started…and finish it with joy…laughter…adventure…and most of all..less ritual…more doing….plus I’ll take that Tennessee Williams/Buddha mentality a little more to heart….

“Ritual will always mean throwing away something: destroying our corn or wine upon the altar of our gods.” – G. K. Chesterton

 

 

 

 

 

474. January 18th…Truth…Want…Wu Wei…and…W’s Thought on history…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Spin Doctor” 2011

“There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting.” – Buddha

don’t waste one more second not getting what you want”…came out of my mouth…and I really meant it…more than ever…ever before…

and as I lay in bed this morning…I thought of my list…the “want list”…the things I’d like to put in place in my world…I thought of how to get them there…then push them into place…much like an awkward piece of furniture..how to arrange everything so…the gaps are minimal…the space movable…yet filled with what I want…I made some mental blueprints…sorted things by size and color…filled some space with this…other spaces with another form of this…and everything seemed as it was going to fit perfectly…the furnished apartment of sorts straight out of every desire I had…well at least the desires and wants for those few moments…

Taoism talks about desire as an unfulfilling path…as one desire is met…another often more ambitious desire will arise to replace the previous one…and perhaps living life “As is”…appreciating life “As is”…allows what will…to become…Wu Wei…is knowing when to act…and when not to act…it is the “natural action” that exists….in everything striving for a state of perfect equilibrium…

so what I am saying is…”yes…I want”…and “yes I know what I want clearly in parts of my world…while I don’t in other parts”…and I am finding more that my need to sit with it all for a day or so…swish it around…and see how it all feels…see what my…”Desire”…is really all about…and does it fit or is it something I want to make into something else…and then see if it fits…find out the truth about what I think it may be rather than what it really is…act on it without acting…hmmm…

in each of us exists a rhythm…something that might be aligned in some part with circadian rhythm yet a pulse we have altered…to work for us…or at least we think so…knowing a rhythm exists…then knowing the rhythm can be out of rhythm exists as well… “life arrhythmia”…may very well be “dancing to the wrong beat”…and a habit that…a “tune up”… might make the dance a bit more pleasureable…unless of course the rhythm of life is fusion jazz…which some days…it is…no doubt

by following the natural rhythm…being and doing when being and doing are ideal…sounds to me like the best method of doing anything…yet what I have found for me…over the last 3 years of hard work…all of the rhythms….the stillness…and actions…wants desires….anything and everything…doesn’t matter if it isn’t the truth…that internal truth….your saying..”I tell myself the truth all of the time…”and of course you do…it might be some facsimile of the truth…have some root in the truth…knowing the truth…eliminates the wrong people…the wrong ideas…and the wastes of time from our lives…if we exercise that truth…often we just might get what we desire….see paragraph#3

two of my favorite Rococo painters…Jean-Honoré Fragonard…and François Lemoyne…painted what I think they saw as truth…

“The Bolt” Fragonard

“The Meeting” Fragonard

“Narcissist ” Lemoyne

“Time Saving Truth from Falsehood and Envy”  Lemoyne

holy cow…that truth thing can sure set you free….

“One of things important about history is to remember the true history” – George W. Bush


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

453. December 9th…It’s not just…NEW and IMPROVED….it’s BIGGER…BETTER…and a WHOLE BUNCH MORE STUFF…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Merge” 2010

“Like art, revolutions come from combining what exists into what has never existed before.” – Gloria Steinem

today is by no means a breaking the bottle of champagne day …on the bow and launching some new and improved…anything on its maiden voyage…honestly not even a significant day unless of course something significant has happened or is going to happen so…we’re now dealing with the realm of the truly unknown…and perhaps this day next year I just might be writing about the events of December 9th…2010…erecting some statue…some dignitaries will be giving a speech…and either a celebration is in order…or people will be crying…at the horror…or as mentioned…absolutely nothing will be going on…I’m kind of hoping for the latter…

today though…I did merge my fine art blog with my personal blog….this is a giant step for me…much like taking a bite of corn…then a bite of mashed potatoes…or worse mixing the two…the thought I have to admit still causes my  skin to crawl…but on a smaller scale…but nevertheless…it is skin crawling…my motive behind this is all about moving away from the box…making myself realize that the compartmentalized mentality is great yet sometimes…it is A…Okay…to merge to very similar entities together for some strange reason and benefit..both of which I’ve yet to really know let alone own…but it seems like a practical step…”Practical” you say….was I hit in the head…did lightening strike close to me….was it the giant cloud of DDT we drove through in Nevada in 1962 and it has finally caught up to me…no…no…no…it is also about convenience…(by the way…one of the hardest words for me to spell…and it has been all of my life)

I unlike many people do not mind clicking a few hundred keys to get to some page that tells me it is either expired…or has moved…and in order for me to see the page….I must now juggle a few sharp kitchen knives…blind folded…video tape it…load it on youtube….and once confirmed…will have access to the page…all about the basic differences between red ants and black ants….there is some level of weird accomplishment in the process…going through a zillion motions to finally see myself there at the last few hundred thousand steps…Wow!!!!….it’s not the end result remember…it’s the journey….so my thinking has led me to a place that allows you the navigator…the ability to read my blog…look at my art work…and somehow put it all together for some end result…that takes less time…offers more visual stimulation…and a bunch of stuff I’m unaware of…that is going to make sense to someone…and job well done…

so thank you for the visit to my  “New and Improved Blog”and in the words of Ross Perot….”ENJOY“…..(Id like you each to practice your Ross impersonation  today….ok?)

“It is better to travel well than to arrive.” – Buddha