in the box…
i never think of the panel in two dimensions… always in three. sometimes that makes it hard… considering the outwardly apparent lack of real estate to work with. sometimes limitations are an asset… making less work more…
there’s clutter and then there’s clutter…
i tend to keep things. i have become very adept at not only building shelves, but finding space to put those shelves in. in fact, if i could build a shelf within a shelf i think i might just possibly maybe have enough room for everything… no extra space for future things, just room enough for the clutter that i have.
there are days where the clutter is comforting to me… like insulation from the cold, cruel world. and there are those other days where i want to call the “AMERICAN PICKERS” guys to back their van into my driveway and rob me blind. but, even in an empty house, i’d manage to establish a few clutter piles and clutter shelves…pretty soon, i’ll have to figure out how to build shelves on the ceiling…
it’s christmas time in rome, ny…
there is usually snow on the ground in rome, ny this particular time of year. let me say that again with a bit of an alteration… there is usually A LOT of snow on the ground this time of year.
i can still see the leaves on my front lawn… the leaves that i kept saying to myself, ” why bother raking them up? the snow will cover them soon.”
obviously, that worked out well.
hope everyone has a great holiday….i’m going to spend some more time looking at leaves outside my window.
history and me…
throughout high school and undergrad, i couldn’t be bothered with history. it just never really clicked with me: why would you want to look at things that have already happened? that last statement is bordering on ironic considering that at one point i wanted to be a philosophy major.
as i got older i started to understand history more…not the dates and the places but the CONCEPT of history. it was simple: knowing what was done directs what you’re going to do. okay, i get that… as i got deeper and deeper though, i realized that history puts only a few names in bold print: washington, jefferson, adams… but they’re not the only ones making history. in fact, history; the creation of a nation, an economic entity, is all about the names that you never hear…names and faces that in some cases are never even recorded. what excited me the most was that history is all about stories. i get more perspective from a corporal in a muddy field who jotted notes in his journal than his commanding general in a dry tent on a hill.
it’s about the faceless, nameless masses. they’re the ones that make history real.
maybe one of these days i’ll work on my phd. for now, i’ll let a cartoon squirrel let me know how blind i can sometimes be.