537. June 15th…New Chopstick Earrings…

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These Chopstick earrings are made from both ends of the chopsticks and have hand textured, hand stamped copper discs floating above them. Each pair of earrings ranges in length from 1 1/2 inches to 3 1/2 inches…they are light weight since they are made from real bamboo chopsticks,some are covered with Japanese paper or painted.

Retail on these earrings is $28.00 and $30.00  (click on images to enlarge)

Style #C5P Pointed end with single disc $28.00
Style #C5C Capped end with single disc $28.00
Style #C6P Pointed end with 2 discs, $30.00
Style #C6P Caped end with 2 discs, $30.00
 
         
      


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536. June 14…“Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art.”…thanks Oscar…

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“A Day in a Life” 2011

“The ideas dictate everything, you have to be true to that or you’re dead.” – David Lynch

Yesterday…like most Mondays…I went outdoors to paint with Ralph…but before all of that…I took my friend to the airport…dropped her off…I always wear clothes on Monday that have more paint on them than the clothes for Tuesday through Sunday…most of my clothes…have paint on them…while I was leaving early this morning….painted shorts…hat and my favorite t-shirt with the “He is able who thinks he is able” across the front…..I realized…how blessed I am…to be an artist…

Acrylic on paper 3 1/2″ x 3″

Acrylic on paper 4″ x 4″

there are many trade-offs for this life….just like there are for any life a person chooses…but I know clearly that I never wonder these days what it would be like to be a ____________(fill in the blank)…sure I think about what it would be like to be a cowboy or maybe…a television evangelist…or a lounge singer…but not much outside of that…

the Smithsonian announced today…that some video games are “Art”….I wonder how much money was spent and who decided who was going to decide what video games were now art…and how did the person saying it keep a straight face…I’m hoping he or she said it with sort of news caster voice…as if it just might have come in scalding hot on the AP wire…my guess was…a few weeks ago…some person in charge…said…”I think we should make video games art”…another guy said…”are you having trouble at home?”…”yeah, if I don’t get video games as art…things are going to get ugly…real fast”…they then played the best 3 out of five rock paper scissors…paper covers…rock…scissors cuts paper…and again paper covers rock…end of conversation and video games are now art…I’m sure it’s done like that…

I think all of these should be art:

3 x 5 cards…crumpled up aluminum foil…toilet paper rolls…spent light bulbs…decks of cards missing a few cards…certain body fluids that are not white or red…lids from tin cans…cigar wrappers…flattened out straw papers…two sided tape made into circles…paper clips linked together…any thing you can do with a pencil in less than 3 seconds…that stuff in the corner of someone’s lips…dryer lint…the plastic pull thing from half and half…the little pop up thermometer from a butterball turkey…triangle shaped things…black photo corners…anything that smells like lemons…and receipts over $18.00…from Target…

Acrylic on Paper 4″ x4″

while painting…an Asian woman came up and asked me if she could take pictures…I wasn’t sure if she meant in general or of me and my work…I had to think about my answer carefully…as not to seem to eager…bossy or reluctant to accommodate her…and saying…”No”…could very well have meant no to something I really didn’t have the power to say no to…so I said yes…

one thing I’m finding out…the more I paint outdoors…the ability to find an end is getting easier…I now know right when something is done…and no longer have a lengthy debate over the whole finished or not thing…the conversation is pretty quick…

Acrylic on paper 4″ x 4″

this painting every day is really producing some wonderful stuff…not necessarily the finished product, sure that’s a benefit on the small side…rather the more I’m painting…the more I’m finding out about my work….and realizing there is a constant dialogue that might be an echo…or somebody that sounds like me talking back…I’m having to really un-learn some habits…yet while unlearning…I’m learning a new process that with some time is going to translate into much larger work….a few of the small paintings are going to move into the 6 foot realm…and hopefully that echo…doesn’t increase in volume…painting everyday has also brought different people into my…who…paint everyday as well…they have this “in the game” air about them…and have clearly defined what is important to them…

Acrylic on paper 3 1/2″ x 3″

Acrylic on paper 4″ x 4″

and as painters…I think we tend to stand on the cliff edge…choose to learn how to balance when the winds arise…teeter left in a strong right sided breeze…and never really worry much about that long step to the north of us…that is the unknown of being an artist…and much as I don’t care for it…these days I accept only that there is a small amount of uncertainty in being an artist…just like there is being a circus juggler….or neurosurgeon…otherwise the endeavor of painting becomes a passion without a really lust for something deeper and greater within it…something that it can do…that can transform me in many other ways than dexterity…

I once owned a 1974 Fiat 850 Spider convertible…at every hard left turn…the horn bleated until it decided to stop…when I drove with the top down…my head was about 6 inches taller than the windshield…it was like riding a motorcycle without the agility…yet still the bugs…while when the top was down I was hunched in the seat…after a summer I tired of the constant different driving styles based on the top positioning…yet I drove it like an ill fitting pair of shoes but they look great…after that summer I could no longer do it….

“Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art. Whatever is popular is wrong.” – Oscar Wilde

535. June 9… ” Non-Agnosco”…Nan wants to be the mother of my children…and Mike Tyson knows what it’s like to be..a woman…

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“La Madrugada” 2011

“My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can.” – Cary Grant

I have this strange relationship with people who know me yet don’t acknowledge that they do…or act as if we’ve never had a conversation before…ever say hello to someone…firstly know clearly that it is someone you know…not just a stranger falling into the doppelgänger catagory…even though they could be the perfect match…and they look at you semi-blank…questioning…that maybe your hand waving and howdies are directed at the person who might be standing behind them…and there is always a universal…”Do I know you look“…then there is the familiarity  jog…”we met at the bondage seminar in Sioux City…remember?”…followed by either…”Right, right, right” then usually “and what was your name?“…or “No I don’t remember meeting you“…usually said with the head cocked a bit…lips tight…an eyebrow raised…looking slightly down somewhere between floor and wall…and either one is a little ackward….as the first scenario critically defines importance…and impact…obviously illustrating…questioning impression…while the total lack of recognition might begin the process of questioning yourself…as to if the event even took place and were you ever even in Sioux City…

I think these people were also probably the most popular kids in high school…you know the ones that everybody in the school signed their yearbook…including ..the women in the cafeteria…janitors…faculty and yourself of course…when you only knew them from a distance but did write…”Stay the cool guy you are, let’s get together over the summer”…while in some recess of your brain…you’re hoping Mr. Big will give you a call and you and a few of the boys will be popping the tops on some Lone Star Long Necks…at a desert bonfire and everything will be smooth….

I recently found my yearbook from 1974…the year I graduated…of the 3 comments in the book…one of them was from my crafts teacher Mrs. Webb…the other was from a girl named Nan…who wanted to be the mother of my children and had drawn hearts and flowers around her scribbled out photograph and the third was from my lab partner Rubin…who wrote….”To the guy who really ‘mest’ up my mind“…needless to say …popularity was not my strong suit…I was a dirt kicker…all the way around…

used to be I loved winter…then it shifted to a great love for summer…now…I’m not really certain which time of year I like best…I’ve been thinking of life  a great deal lately…which naturally includes everything that goes along with it which after some serious thinking I found there is far too much to think about…so I’ve started narrowing down what it is that I think is important…and rather than  long drawn out phrases…sentences..paragraphs…etc…I’ve opted for just one word…that I can add another word… later another and so on until…I do have a sentence…sort of like the box of small refrigerator magnets…for poetry or whatever….but this narrowed down to a few words…of course eliminating… “I” ..because I already know it’s me…”Want”…and again…I know this is about what I want…prepositions…verbs..all of that…gone!…so really it’s a box of refrigerator magnets…that fundementally all of the magnets have been stolen…but maybe 6…they’re blank and I get to write what I want on them…erase them when it no longer applies…what a great way to define life and of course living it……

I was asked recently what word would describe what it is I want…and want in everything…life love…art…food…all of it…my word after a few seconds was….”Quality”….

“La Madrugada”….has a few definitions…the one I like best is “that precise time between day and night“…that time is the magical time…it happens… twice each day….I do my very best to see it both times in a day…play in that space…that is not night…yet is also not day…I recall as a child…driving through the desert during la madrugada…I would actually feel the difference in time…a sensation of a quiet peace…a stillness that even though everything was moving it was not the same movement…everything was augmented…as well as reduced…there was a physiological sensation…a mild flutter in my belly…like a slower roller coaster..might produce….and for as quiet as it was every sound was accentuated…clear and precise…la madrugada…is that deep breath time…to take it all in…reflect and come to some terms…as it washes over you…

I don’t think about the people who know me…but don’t know me….I like to think I think a bit more complex than that….but I do wonder…what did Mrs. Webb mean…when she wrote Robert...”Lots of luck in the future you’re gong to need it“….I think she meant if I was going to run for say…president…be an astronaut…or a super hero….maybe a rodeo cowboy…

“I know how hard it is to be a woman, especially a black woman.” – Mike Tyson

534. June 6….Pearl divers can hold their breath for 3-5 minutes…Black bears can sleep for up to 100 days…Me…all I want are answers that don’t ask me to… “Ask again later”…

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” Kind of Missed the Rapture by That Much” 2011

“I was the kid next door’s imaginary friend.” – Emo Philips

I used to frequent a bar called…”The Dutchman’s Lounge“…it was a neighborhood place run by an old drunk named Frank…he wore his pants really high…had a bright red nose from many years of drinking…it was the greatest place on the planet…to learn how to drink…shoot pool…they served a burger and fries…and pitchers of really cold beer…my best friend Diaz and I would play…”Partners…A Buck a Stick”…against the “old-timers“…usually Frank and Judd…they’d forgotten more about bar room 8 ball…then we’d ever know…you could rest your cigarette on the edge of the table..and the small round bar tables were a perfect fit…there next to the pool table…there was always something special about beating…the old-timers…it always came down to a race for the 8…the first person on the 8 ball was going to win the game…that was real all of the time…when we’d win…we’d shake hands with each other..first…then the losers…they’d want to play again…try and win their “Buck” back…we were gaining a rep…working our way up to being them…some day…

I sometimes miss those days…they were harmless…I always thought of them…as somewhere in between the lines of living…that space that said….”This is you for right now…have fun“…I knew they’d end…and everything was going to be different…real different…they did…it was…but I still cherish…them…and when I think of them…I smile…and see ourselves as young colts out in the field…bucking and kicking up dirt…full of everything…knowing nothing….

the word “Ruminate” comes from the Latin word “ruminantem” “to chew the cud” and is  defined as…”to meditate or muse; ponder”…so  maybe it’s about the process of chewing that allows pondering to developto it’s fullest…most dense area of possibilities…

to paraphrase Deepak Chopra….when we do something…whatever that something might be…that is all we should be doing…not trying to do anything along with it…just it…as that action is the singularly most important action at that moment…by spending time in that moment the action becomes a much greater experience…more satisfying and a sense of connectedness…develops…this is something I really want to be good at…but as I’m typing…I’m eating…listening to music…and of course…doing laundry…because it’s Sunday…let me clarify something quickly…I really want to be good at this…and I work on it because I have felt that wonderful feeling of immersion many times in my life and it was due to being right there doing that thing I was engaged…immersed…wholey a part of….

I feel this has both sides of a coin sort of thinking though…the idea of being immersed in everything that feels right…sounds great…yet it also sounds like a diet of chocolate covered cherries…cinnimon toast…Count Chocula….maybe….chile fritos..and cosmopolitans….in really neat glasses….but there also the other side of it all…something about anger…unhappiness..dissapointment…those also need to be fully embraced…and swam in for a little longer than a toe dipping…immerse ourselves into the dark water so we can truly enjoy…the feelings of the light that come into out lives…by immersing ourselves in the uncomfortable…we find who and what we are…what we are capable of…and what we can think of….much like having a really good cold…by previous colds we know exactly what to do to move it along….but while locked in battle with the ailment…we can only embrace…immerse ourselves in the idea of…”Being the cold“….make it part of our trajectory…for a few days…maybe even buy it something nice like a gift certificate and card that reads….”thanks for the visit, you’ve change my life once again…but I won’t miss you when you’re gone”….

I was talking with a friend of mine about painting…we were both making suggestions to the other about what action(s) would cause significant enough change in each of our styles of painting to shift the direction ….I walked away knowing that in order to make the changes in my work I wanted to see…I needed to do 4 things…1). expand the box that I work from…2). step out of that box far more often than I do…..3). become more adventurous…..applying Deepak’s thinking to this desire…began making an enormous amount of sense…that all of these suggestions will work if I immerse myself in the process of doing them rather than just doing them….spend my time..energy and focus on each of these individually until I have change the original method by embracing/immersion of  an alternate process that is just at the end of my fingertips…oh and 4). grow longer fingers….

so rest assured…I turned off the radio…stopped eating…put the laundry on hold…and finished most of this blog completely immersed and uninterrupted…as I said early…I really want to get good at this…so I’m making T-shirts to wear…so when I am right in the middle of the contorting….mockingly genuflecting….and springing back with a somewhat of a stellar olympic dismount…I’ll be wearing a wonderfully tapered…form fitting…well designed t-shirt  that reads something like “Don’t bug me…I’m Immersed“…or “I’m pissed and don’t have time to explain why I’m wearing a speedo and diving into this water that appears dark“…or…”If you’ll wait just a few moments the benefits will certainly effect you…I promise, but if you don’t…see previous t-shirt saying“…and my favorite….”I’m in a crisis that requires I submerge my entirety…heart, soul, my total being, but I will emerged like a butterfly from the cocoon, just wait and see.”

nothing I’ve ever done well…I got right from the get go… there’s that whole skill set issue…that often appears to be nothing like what it really is…and I guess that whole Taoist idea of duality makes knowing I am an “old-timer” to some a “youngster” to others very palatable…and what matters more these days is not getting to the 8 ball first…rather asking the right questions…perfecting the precise method of shaking…and just hope it doesn’t say…”ask again later“….

“Initiative comes to thems that wait.” –  “Alexander the Large”

532. June 1… “Position”…what a wonderful place to be….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Convergence” 2011

“I think it’s pretentious to create art just for the sake of stroking the artists ego.” – Lou Reed

when I trained in judo…there was “Randori“…which literally means “Chaos taking” ….”Grasping freedom,“…opposed to formal kata…or form…in our particular dojo…we sat in a square…with one side open….Mr. Hyashi called it the “roster randori“…and it served as a visual which clearly defined the best to the worst  fighters…the last position was always the first to fight…they fought the person to their right…and if they beat them they took their position…moved up in position until they were beaten…sat to the left of the victor….depending on the day…level of gameness…stars in heaven…wheaties for breakfast…etc…anyone on any given day could beat anyone else…in theory…and up to a skill point…everyone had sat at that last position at some point and for some period of time…maybe only one lesson or maybe 20 lessons…and everyone knew what that position meant…and felt like….

moving out of the last position was a huge step…even if it meant one seat to the right…yet there was always the possibility of being back in that position…especially within the first 5 students…as that realm was theirs…the beginning…of it all…if you disrespected Mr. Hiyashi…or another student…or were out of line…he would put you in the last position…and you had to fight your way back up to where you were…close to where you were or perhaps past where you were…usually it happened only once to just a very few students…Mr. Hiyashi made certain it took some time for the offender to move up…

John Mitchell said…”Let us be tried by our actions.”…he was the attorney general under Richard Nixon…the statement sort of implies you should be judged by what you have done…right???…John Mitchell also said…”Do as I say, not as I do“…and that implies that what I am not willing to do…you should….and there in lies a problem…

when I began eating Oreos…we would sit in front of the television…my brother would “unscrew” the Oreo cookie…scrap the creamy filling off with his teeth and hand me the crunchy cookie part…I never had a problem with that at all…then…or now…as I was certain that was the way an Oreo was correctly eaten…when I eat Oreos today…which I don’t anymore…but when I did…I would…1). Think of my brother….2). wonder what this “Creamy filling” thing was all about and…..3). about 50% of the time scrap the creamy filling off and eat just the crunchy cookie part…I know clearly if my brother and I were to eat Oreos again in front of the television…without thought we’d probably do the same thing…it would be blissful…

position“….is my word for the day…it is defined as…”condition with reference to place; location; situation”…yet it is not defined as to who is or wants to establish the…”reference to place; location; situation”…and I have to say that is what I like about the definition…as this becomes the classic example of the cliché….”It takes two to Tango“…let me explain….in other words….where I think you are opposed to where you think you are in reference to where you really are…so I guess the cliché really is not cliché and should be changed to…”It takes three to tango”…which starts to sound a little creepy and weird…so maybe to quote Lou reed again….it should be “If it has more than three chords, it’s jazz.”…that sounds like it works….

ever drank something thinking it was going to taste like something else…and for that brief nano second…it did…but then reality takes over and the idea of…”this is milk…why does it taste like ginger ale“…floods the brain…few little blips of serious confusion and then…right back of track…..”Oh…it is milk…no…it’s ginger ale“….life continues and there is maybe one brief laugh about it…and it’s back to the plans at hand…and the process starts all over…there is a philosophical notion that what we see is really what it is…even if it is not….driving at night…black trash bag blows across the street…but you see a black cat…is it a black cat disguised as a trash bag…or…is John Mitchell up to something we have no idea about…and he’s implying…”See what I want you to see…not what you think you see“….that John….

so I thought about position and I can’t say there is a bad position…other than the ones we don’t want to be in…and we’ve all done a few of those…I especially like the ones that cause our head to bow….breath becomes erratic…blood pressure increases…profuse sweating…anxiety and that uncontrollable desire to look both directions a bunch of times….and then we realize…we don’t live there anymore….or even visit there….or have plans to…..

in the infamous words of…that’s right John Mitchell….

“You can’t pick cherries with your back to the tree.”

and I have absolutely no idea what that means…or what he wants it to mean to me…if indeed he wants it to mean to me what it means…whew….I’m starting to sound like him…have a great day…and move your feet a bit today…change position…it’ll do you some good….

531. May 30…”It is better to travel well than to arrive.” – Buddha

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“The Giant Pancake of Death” 2011

“The way positive reinforcement is carried out is more important than the amount.” – B.F. Skinner

I can’t say I ever wanted it any different than it was…and maybe the wishes were just a way of moving on the game board…kept me there but let me feel what over there was like…and some days I was the shoe..with no foot…others the dog…that couldn’t bark…I thought it all…over it tumbled in my mind…trying to settle on one single drop of water…and one crumb didn’t taste any different than another…and the big stuff….were just a bunch of little crumbs…together…maybe more a single cloud in the fall sky…moving it there…from there…on those waterbone days…the ones she still dreamed about..where the shadows stayed the same…the light crisp early in the morning…and they towered like sentinals…there against the sandstone and gray colored  cliffs….

as a child…when we traveled…it was non-stop from point A to point B…bypassing every scenic site…along the way…typically in the west…at that time…roadside attractions…enticed the curious traveler with giant luring billboards…”The Thing, only 300 miles“…and about every 5 miles was another billboard…”Don’t miss ‘The Thing’, see a real live Indian village, cactus candy”…the traveler was hooked by each sign with a bit more information…and then another 5 miles…”The Thing, PREHISTORIC! never before seen by human eyes, Black Mambas, Indian jewelry”….I would sit patiently…waiting for the next sign…and when I was able to read… and didn’t have to have my brother tell me what each sign said…I was all powerful…often though they would start spreading the signs out…15 to 20 miles…the anticipation would kill me…I’d look for downed billboards…and then there in front of me…another one…”The Thing, oldest known human, see Indians making moccassins, real ‘war drums and tomehawks’, beef jerky, cherry cider, don’t miss the ‘Thing“…I would often not say I needed to go to the bathroom until we were close enough to the roadside attraction so we’d have to stop…there…I could see myself…walking back to the car…a real Indian headdress…a bag full of fool’s gold…some cactus candy….and the “Thing”…burned into my memory…and maybe my mother would have fainted…because the “Thing” was so gruesome…and my father in his checkered shirt…khaki pants….and green lensed sun glasses…would be carrying a box of gallon jugs filled with cherry cider…and Kenneth…held a giant bag of  real “Buffalo” Beef jerky…and we were set….

it rarely ever happened that way…but I did see…”The Thing”…

now a days when I travel…I will stop at every place I want to stop…if I feel the need to read each historic marker from New Mexico to Maine…I’ve not made a timeline that requires anything other than start when I do…stop when I do…I like to drive about 4-5 hours…check into a hotel that …A). has a swimming pool…B). HBO….C). A restaurant at the hotel…D). a really cool ice machine and E). Has that hotel smell….if anyone of those are not there….I just can’t stay there…because traveling is well….about traveling…and I like the in-house restaurant to have scenic placemats…of places like…”Picturesque Wyoming”….or “Points of Interest in and around Bisbee”…or a brief history of the place I’m sitting in…and the waitress…was born and raised right there in Uvalde Texas…or I like to hear how everybody on the restaurant staff ended up right there…in say…Lander Nevada…and I especially like when the in-house restaurant is the place where all of the locals eat breakfast…it makes me kind of feel like them without all of the gossip…and nothing to do on Saturday night…

I’ve noticed I generally practice the accent of the area when I’m traveling…don’t want to stand out you know…so I’ll say things when asked where I’m from…like “down south of here“…so if they have any really creepy plans…they might just think I have relatives that lives close by…and sure maybe I’m 700 miles south of here in a completely different state…but who really needs to know that…my license plate will give me away…anyway…I think it important to blend in a little better than not…you just never know what might happen…I could fall in love with the waitress and end up living right there…and it would be terrible to think that I said something that just might haunt me for a few years…not to mention the bad impression…

I think I like short trips better than long ones…these days…not that a long trip doesn’t keep me awake all night long…because the anticipation is unreal…but short trips…have less driving…more seeing and opportunities for photos…mid-day cocktails…maybe even running into someone I know…or someone that knows someone I know….and something about being in a car for 17 hours that just sharpens the edge a little to much for me…because 17 hours for me is between 3-4 days of driving…based on 4-5 hours a day of driving…short trips…are like going to a surprise party….for me…before I can get fidgity…I’m there…and it’s still light…and it’s all happening right there in front of me…

here is some of this weekend….

and the “Giant Pancake of Death”…it’s at the Ridgeback Restaurant…at the turn to Fenton Lake….they have the best Huevos Rancheros I’ve ever eaten….and yes I did eat the “Giant Pancake of Death”….with sugar free syrup…and I’d do it again…oh and ask for “Jen”

safe and above all happy travels….

thank you Damien and Jennifer for a wonderful weekend….

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

528. May 23rd…the… “10 Want to do List”…and thank God I don’t have to wear spandex to do it…

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“The Girls of Summer…(in a sort of weird way)…2011

“I have as much authority as the Pope, I just don’t have as many people who believe it.” – George Carlin

I woke this morning thinking of spandex…a troubling thought to say the least…my first and only time wearing spandex was brief…alarming and to say the least bubble bursting when it came to having “that”….body…especially knowing it was never going to happen…or at least not without having a full-time job in the gym…but I’ve come to the conclusion that spandex…however ackward…is a necessity of life…much like Doritos cool ranch…

I recently upgraded my back yard…you know chairs…a small dining table…some colorful flowers…big garden candles…and an outdoor incense spiral…it is now such a wonderful place to sit and relax…eat breakfast…or a late dinner…maybe a Marble Brewed beer on a Saturday night…something I’ve always wanted to do…just never really made the time to do…and that statement got me wondering about all of the other things…I’ve not made the time to do…

I thought long and hard about what I really want to do…omitted brain surgeon…astronaut…race car driver…all of those things that might have an exclamation like….”Oh shit!”…associated with them…so I’ve been building my list today…thinking of the short….mid and long-term lists….of ….”want to do”…and I’ve decided it can’t be like three wishes from a genie where the last wish is…3 more wishes…and I don’t want to take things I’m already doing and enhance them since…I guess I’m doing them already and why repeat the process…and I don’t really want the list to be broad and general…like say….”Great health”…the givens…seem a little to obvious…and who would want bad health to begin with…right????….and lastly my list has nothing to do with anybody else’s list or participation….not intended to be selfish…rather more directed to self improvement…which by definition will affect those who share my life with me…so my list are the things I guess that matter…more than the things that matter but not as much…oh and I narrowed it down to “10 want to do”….with a built-in option to change any want to do…at any given point…or better when I can cross it off of the list…add a new one….

I began realizing…my  “10 want to do”…list may take a lifetime…so I had to really narrow it down to the short list…say the want to do in the next 1-5 years….so here goes

1. Become a really good cook
2. Wear more colorful different clothes
3. Start learning another language
4. Plans for a long trip to Italy
5. Learn to dance the Tango…Merengue
6. Start piano lessons
7. Visit Hagia Sophia
8. Tile a bathroom floor with dominoes 
9. Buy a place that already has mature fruit bearing trees
10. Publish my book

there are a few hundred more…but these are going to work …for right now….there is no time line…these are not goals nor…”have to get done”…they are a few things that in small pieces they will produce the results I am looking for…

I’m hoping sometime in the next 1-5 years…if you come over…perhaps I’ll make a wonderful dinner of…say…Scottish Lamb with a Tomato Rosemary Reduction…Bollos…finished with a wonderful….Cassata Trifle…and a Muscato  di Asti…we can sit around the piano while I play a little Bill Evans…in a rather colorful but not to loud linen ensemble….while a slide show of Istanbul…and Ravina …play on the monitor…perhaps later a tango on the balcony… and a delicious Pink Lady apple from the trees below….and if all of this makes you sick to your stomach…I’ll comfort you with Italian poetry…from my book….holding your hair back…while you are kneeling on the domino tiled bathroom floor…throwing up….and hopefully you will do the same for me….

I think perhaps the romance of it all has gotten to me…not something unusual by a long stretch…knowing these “10 want to do’s” are now out in the universe…amassing energy as I write…is sensational….enough so….

I just might go buy some….spandex….

 “Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.” – Robert Frost