Thursday, December 17, 2009
The Cosmological Principle Has Moved!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Pemmican
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Adore the Adorners
My latest project was inspired by a poem by Robert Pinsky. I found it in an old textbook of mine and I read it about half a dozen times through. I was captivated as it reminded me of all the work that goes into the things we take for granted. The next day I decided to make my own shirt. If you’re more traditional or like my grandmother, you might raise an eyebrow and say, “but guys don’t sew.” And I might say something like, “you’re wrong,” or “you’re sexist.” So why would I go to such lengths and troubles?
I made it out of respect for Koreans, Chinese, and Malaysians and all others who work in sweatshops for pocket change. I made it to understand the labor of the underappreciated. I made it to honor the intricacies and complexities of the fabric and weave. And it was no easy task.
Mine is a long sleeve muslin shirt with a collar, a yoke, and four-inch slits up the sides. I like the shirt because it looks kinda swashbucklery, but not too costumy, so I can still wear it anywhere. The whole project probably took around ten hours, being my first time to actually sew anything substantial. Sewing the collar and yoke into the shirt itself was an extremely difficult task, but I learned something about the craftwork of sewing, and more importantly, I think, about how many hands that a store-bought garment passes through. The clothes you’re wearing probably passed through a great number of hands before it arrived in yours. And they weren’t just any hands. They were human hands—hands of people worthy of dignity and praise that is deserved by every human being simply because they are human.
According to DoSomething.org, there are sweatshops for nearly every manufacturing industry from electronics to auto parts to shoes and toys, and some of them are right here in the United States. Consider these brands for a more humane means of clothing yourself. They’re generally a bit more expensive than sweatshopped clothes, so another alternative is to learn to make your own. Try this place for patterns.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Who's the Host with the Most?
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Let it go
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Involvement
Let’s consider what it means to be involved in this world. I mean that in a very literal and existential way. First, break down the word “involve.” The suffix in- is pretty simple. It means “in.” Okay, and “volve” comes from the Latin roots volvere, meaning “to turn.” So “involve” means something like “to turn in.” That sounds like you might turn in, as if going to bed. Or rather you might be looking inward, inside yourself, seeking insight. But what about in the idea that we mentioned first, as being involved in the world?
Let’s get metaphysical. Martin Heidegger, a German existential philosopher, made this same point in his book Being and Time. If you’re fluent in German, I suggest you read it in its native tongue because the English version is hard enough. The idea here is that being involved in the world consists of a kind of turning. It’s turning. You’re turning. You’re interacting. It’s interacting. And as it turns and you turn, you begin to realize that the involvement between you and the world cannot be done separately from one another. The two are inherently intertwined. We are all part of the weave, cut from the same fabric, if you will. And the world is this weave.
And in this intimate revolution between you and the world, you will find that because the world is so involved (and remember our definition of involve—the turning in) with you, it is as much within you as it appears to be outside of you. Let that one gel for a while.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The Zen of Zin
It’s definitely been longer than I intended since I posted last. I’ve been researching cameras. I’d like to provide you with pictures taken first hand by yours truly. Furthermore, I’ve been setting up the professional stage for marketing myself as a writer/journalist—business cards, self-addressed stamped envelopes (SASE for those of you in the biz), and even a shiny new resumé.
But this is all boring stuff of the “behind the scenes.” You’re probably wondering, “where’s the outsider’s view?” Well here it is. It’s something that I’ve been considering for a while. It’s a similie actually. It consists of two things that I hold dear. The first is the momentous thing we call “Life,” and the other is the fabulous thing that I’ve learned so much about and so much from. There isn’t much to it on the surface, but as you get into it, there’s a whole realm of intricasies, complexities, and delicacies involved. I am of course, referring to wine. And the lesson is this: everything you needed to know about life you can learn from wine.
Living is about action. Not passivity. Many drink their wine like they live their lives. So hopefully they’re good drinkers—sensitive, cognizant, and moderate. Those who take their life by the mouthful can’t handle the intoxication. They binge and are sickened, running about in a disillusioned state and have to deal with the hangovers later. I’m not saying life shouldn’t be wild or even crazy at times; I’m saying that you’ll be sorry if you’re not careful to pay close attention to the details, to hang on to them while you can, and let them go when they pass.
My motto these days is to live earnestly fervent... or fervently earnest. I haven’t decided yet. And I learned that from wine. When I drink it, I am partaking in an activity, and I stress the term ACTION because this tasting should not be taken passively. Not by any means. You have to grab the sensations while you can (but not forever; probably more on that in a later post). I don’t sip without knowing the character intimately. Sometimes it’s easy to forget to taste, and to smell, and to look and feel the body and sense the finish (When you’re in it, it’s a lot like good sex. That’s another metaphor, maybe in another post). So try. Try to stay with it. The difference is the same as between hearing and listening. Listening requires attention, awareness.
The finish is an especially interesting thing. You’re not really tasting the presence of anything, but rather the lack, or the loss of a presence. It’s like a spirit that lingers after the body dies. You’re tasting the Nothing of wine. Kind of Zen, right? Try it with the latest zinfindel I tasted, the Zen of Zin, a California wine. You’ll be tasting the Nothing of Zen. Trippy, huh? I’ll leave you to figure that one out.