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Kintsugi or Kintsukuroi
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Ideas & Questions
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Kintsugi ("golden joinery"), also known as Kintsukuroi "golden repair"), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum...As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise...
More succinctly, finding (or creating) beauty and value in imperfection. The bowl was worthless, more so when it was cracked, but the repair elevated it to an object of art...
Link: Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kintsugi
Wings of Desire
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Film
- Hits: 1839
...Running into an old friend at Higher Ground a few weeks ago, Wings of Desire by Wim Wenders would be playing the last week of February, Thursday, and I made a mental note...
No chance of me seeing it. I'd seen it once, a long time ago, thought I'd seen it since but upon watching it tonight again realized that I hadn't. Most of it was new, most of it long forgotten, still a masterpiece, but I doubt one much for modern tastes. Times change.
A Short Account of the Destruction of the Indies
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Books
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Not the best written book, more a list of crimes committed by the Spaniards against the indigenous peoples of the Americas. Heartbreaking to read, and as much as Bartolome De Las Casas might be prone to exaggeration there are too many other corroborative texts to dismiss it.
Power Corrupts. Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely.
Fevered Dreams
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1983
No surprise, then, when the restaurant was finally done, finally, finally closed, that I should fall sick. It's been 4 months of back and forth, couch-surfing the most challenging of situations, and no sooner than the restaurant is finally done and I'm waiting for my cheque than I fall sick.
Chest, flu, hot, cold, fever. But I'm hanging on for my cheque, once I'm paid I can get out of here, wake up early, get out of the house, see daughter, go to cafe's, errands, thrifting, pass the time until it's late enough and safe enough to return. The cheque, due any day, but not, and every day passes with the disappointment of another day in Calgary...
I'm sick, but I'm suppressing it.
Finally, late Saturday night the final cheque, Sunday morning I'm off. The temporary setback of no banks open is overcome by the fact I have a release on my bank account, I'm surprised, cautiously check it out, withdraw enough to pay my host for the past few weeks, then I'm off...
Not nearly as happy as I should be, all things considered, but the weather is cold, drear, blizzarding in spots, the roads good and then treacherous, and this return to the Kootenays, I'm not sure this will be home either, where is home?, and this gets me thinking...
Wildlife, bighorn sheep, deer, moose, caribou...
The drive, long, exhausting, I'm sick, lacking in inspiration, imagination...
...and finally, home "ish", the woodshed, turn up the heat, wait, the next 2 days sleeping 20 hours per day, fevered sweats and dreams, of restaurants, filled with unexpected customers, unannounced, paper napkins heaped over on Corelle plates...the customers aren't ready to order, everywhere I look new tables that haven't been served...
...a funeral, 4 young indian girls carrying the black coffin of their schoolmate...
...looking for the restaurant, the new restaurant, on 4 street, they need my help only I can't find it, the new restaurant, don't care, don't want to...
Waking up, every couple of hours, the sheets soaking, falling back asleep, it's to be expected, this has been the longest 4 months of my life and I'm glad it's over, but now, perplexed as to what should come next, and I know but this is the natural detoxification...
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