Thursday, May 25, 2006

Crrrash update

Ha-ha-ha--Time to recycle these haiku gems (below).

It's fun to laugh and feel the immense humor of it all.
Luckily, Norm, the computer guru at school, retrieved my data today from my hard drive. So, I'm not off the hook yet--I'll have to finish my portfolio afterall (or, as my friend Paul calls it, that pesky portfolio) :) !
Not sure yet about the status of my crashed iBook, though. I should know more tomorrow. I'm chanting healing mantras for it--and you can, too. I'm also fantasizing about the "better" "new and improved" "fast and powerful" Macbook I will somehow manifest if my little iBook has to be e-recycled....
Gratefully, I was able to save my Beethoven symphonies and Yo-Yo Ma music from my iTunes library, plus some other favorites.

Okay. Here's the haiku.


The Web site you seek cannot be located,
but countless more exist.


Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.


Program aborting: Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.


Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.


Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.


Your file was so big.
It might be very useful. But now it is gone.


Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire. The network is down.


A crash reduces your expensive computer to a
simple stone.

Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data. Guess which has

You step in the stream, but the water has
moved on. This page is not here.

Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky,
but we never will.


Having been erased, The document you're
seeking must now be retyped.


Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.

Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

teapots 56, 57, 58, & 59

I painted teapot 59 this morning entirely with my left hand and without my glasses--even the writing! First I wrote with a Conté pierre noire drawing pencil, followed by a watercolor brush pen. As I give myself more opportunities to practice writing, drawing, and seeing with my non-dominant left-hand, I develop better motor control and balance. Writing/drawing left-handed doesn't feel as difficult anymore. And, drawing without my specs allows my myopic eyes a chance to see at close range in their "natural" environment.

teapot no. 58

teapot no. 57

teapot no. 56

Check out my growing set of 100 teapots.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

it's the light

Seeing, in Three Pieces

Somehow we must see
through the shimmering cloth
of daily life, its painted,
evasive facings of what to eat,
to wear? Which work
matters? Is a bird more
or less than a man?

There have been people
who helped the world. Named
or not named. They weren't interested
in what might matter,
doubled over as they were
with compassion. Laden
branches, bright rivers.

When a bulb burns out
we just change it --
it's not the bulb we love;
it's the light.

~ Kate Knapp ~

Wind Somewhere and Shade

Saturday, May 06, 2006

teapot no. 54

Made with construction paper cut-outs and glue stick; cut with an exacto blade.

teapot no. 53

Black Sharpie marker on a brown paper bag, colored in with colored pencils.

Teapot no. 52 - tea in black

Kaimei sumi brush pen in a Volant Moleskine journal.

Teapot no. 51 - tea & ak-mak

Kaimei sumi ink brush pen in a Moleskine Volant journal.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Crash wham bam plop

My iBook crashed. I'll know in a day or two if the data can be pulled off the hard drive. Now I have to decide, do I replace the logic board as was suggested by the Apple dealer, or do I get a whole new iBook? Either way, I'd have to use credit...just more debt to add to the debt that I'm already indebted for. As my friend Kathy, said, "it's endless." What is "it"? Everything!
We have to brush our teeth every morning, wash ourselves everyday, clean up over and over, make food everyday...that's just how things are. So, I may lose some data (but the technician may be able to save it). The really important things I cannot lose: all the people, beings, and nature I love, the big sky, breathing in and out, smiling and laughing, and enjoying this very moment. Really, I am indebted to the whole world for my very existence--and that makes me smile.