In KG's the prophet, the protagonist Al is preparing to leave ( his ship has arrived) and he shares some wisdom with the people... Now, im not claiming to do that now, but if the mythical place known as O-- was Lopez or in this case, the internet what could I say to you that is important? Well, probably nothing... Most people have probably heard what you were going to say or they've read it or they can look it up. I recently had the experience traveling in the central Mediterranean and even though I visited Malta and planned to visit Kos, Rhodes, Lesbos, and other islands, which probably were the inspiration for the actual place in the Prophet. I had to cut my trip short and return home to Lopez because a family needed me. Otherwise who knows I may have stayed 12 years and actually learned something that I might share; but, that's not the point of this story: I said before there's probably nothing important that I can share with the people where I am a foreigner so let's just concentrate on the vessel, the vessel that was going to take Al home... This Vessel

Father's Day

One of the things that is satisfactory about making these is that they resolve unexpectedly at the end...but in today's case, although it may be the summer solstice, the moon is hanging in the sky, half illuminated and half dark, so there is at-tention between the key complete cycle of the solstice and the lunar cycle. This is what it looks like.

“Up or down, it's up to you.”

“I always like to point out the little threads that bind different artists of different generations together to help us all better appreciate the vast musical tapestry of which we are all a part."

And here is a photo that proves the point. The artist explains the vicissitudes of vessels to the one and only Trey Anastasio- bound by the homeomorphic threads of being in the right place at the right time

Phonecian fate of xlendi

In a recent visit to the archeological Museum in Malta, I came across drawings of a discovery of a Phonecian shipwreck in the bay of Xlendi. The drawings depict cargo scattered on the bottom in the form of clay vessels whose contents have been lost to desiccation. Yet the vessels have remained. My hope is my vessels may receive the same fate at the bottom of Mud bay where I live. Therefore I intend to continue scattering them in the bay to achievement of this fate and sometime in 2526-2626 they will be rediscovered by the readers of this blog.

This blog

No useful information, no historical context, no well-reasoned alternative perspectives, no coherent explanation of complex and intractable issues, and certainly no insight. Just unfounded free to relinquish their role as exemplars and tutors and to recognize the grim fate they share with the rest of humanity

Moonset

Memnon

Memnon? Is it a vessel or is it a statue? This blog is about the meaning behind the vessels that I make, and it gives me some comfort to know that my thoughts can have meaning to others who read it, but it occurred to me that some things which are obvious to all of us and often talked about are completely misunderstood. Therefore, I offer whomever may read this my input insights regarding bitcoin. May I first point out my observation that this is all hiding in plain sight, for after all the foundation of bitcoin was really just to provide a means of currency that was immune from the transaction fees that banks typically charge on credit card transactions and from governments who kept increasing the money supply, therefore contributing to inflation. I find it astonishing that this has been completely forgotten in the speculative run-up in the value of bitcoin. My second observation is that the mechanism the bitcoin code uses to verify a transaction, namely blockchain has worked against the utility of the code: repeating a falsehood over and over and verifying the falsehood still doesn't make it true. Perhaps it is the very banks and governments that bitcoin sought to replace that have contributed to the speculative run-up of the soon to be bankrupt currency (along with all other cryptocurrencies). I remember the first bitcoin transaction I completed, around the time The New Yorker did an article, and I was um hesitant to receive the 65 bitcoins a renter wish to pay me for the rental of my ski cabin. It was easy for me to accept the crypto and then just exchange it for currency in dollars the next day. this was sometime in 2011. On that day, my 65 coins served their purpose-- a means of transferring something of value. Today the value of those 65 coins is approximately 4.5 million, but really nothing has changed. And thereinn lies my suspicion that all that increase in value is bunk. And if you think im wrong, Ive got lots of old fiat from Italy, Mexico, Germany and France that's worthless too today, but sometime in the past it still worked. Im still accepting bitcoin for rent too