Thursday, November 24, 2011

Theme Thursday: Tomorrow



Yesterday - Today - Tomorrow

At any moment in our lives we can look back, over our shoulders, at all the yesterdays we have experienced.  We can recall, often with great clarity, the things we did and the feelings we felt and the people we knew.  Sometimes we have photographs that prove we were there and that we lived and experienced those things we recall.

We can look at today and know how we will use it, if our plans are played out as we hope they will be.  We can mold it. We can share it and taste it.  We can simply wander through it with no plan at all.  We can even take photographs of ourselves doing the living of it.  We can use it up however we please to do.  And then we wave it good-bye as it becomes our most recent yesterday and we turn forward toward tomorrow.

But -

In one split-second, at midnight, tomorrow shoots 24 hours away from our grasp like a frightened squid leaving before us a dark, inky cloud and we find ourselves facing yet another today.

No matter how many yesterdays we have already experienced and piled up behind us it becomes clear that we have, to use as we will, only today.  This day.  Today.

We will never have tomorrow. Tomorrow is always just out of our reach.  Tomorrow is to dream about and wonder about.  Tomorrow is to imagine.  No one has photographs of tomorrow.

Tomorrow never comes.
Today is all we will ever have - one long endless today.
What will we do with it?



AngelMay

Monday, November 21, 2011

A Word of Praise for Perfection



Perfection.
It isn't something we are used to seeing.  But when it comes along, unexpected, we are given pause - even taken aback - and find ourselves in stunned silence for that single eye-opening moment.

This happened to me with, of all things, the humble soup spoon.  What you see in the photo above is a place setting of my own tableware:  Variations V by Dansk.  I chose it for its elegant simplicity for I'm a form-follows-function kinda gal.  There are no ornate carvings and patterns within which to catch bits of food that will turn into a cleaning nightmare once dried.   These are just the finest, smooth stainless steel eating utensils.

And yet...
And yet they are not just ordinary eating utensils.  I learned this the first time I dipped into a bowl of soup with this spoon and placed it in my mouth.  As I drew the spoon from my mouth I became aware of the spoon itself.  Who does that?  Who ever thinks about a soup spoon?  I certainly had never thought about it before.  But this - this amazing tool - was not just a soup spoon.  It was a miracle of design though you'd never know it just by looking.  It FELT amazing in the mouth.  It FELT like silk.  It was smooth and perfectly shaped.  There is no sharp edge.  There is just a smooth continuation from the bowl of the thing to its edge.  It is beveled into a perfection of form that I had never experienced in a spoon, of all things.

I found myself thinking about the spoon.  I found myself actually looking at the spoon - amazed.  Wow.... I thought to myself.  I took another bite.  Silk!

I've owned this tableware for about 15 years now and I never take a bite from these spoons that I don't marvel at them...  That I don't notice them... That I don't think of them. 

Perfection.
Sometimes it's right there under our nose.
In the design of a humble soup spoon.


AngelMay

 *Just need to add a note:  I'm speaking here of the original flatware - not the current product which is made in china.  If you are moved to ever try this flatware, do try to locate some of the original pieces made in Scandinavia, Japan, or Korea.  I understand the later version made in China is an inferior product.  And that is a shame.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Theme Thursday: A Nine Word Philosophy

Is his treasure
Not the measure
Of the man?



(This goes for the woman, too)
Something to think about on a random Thursday....

AngelMay

Sunday, November 13, 2011

What. An. Idiot!


Ford’s Theatre on O’Reilly ‘Lincoln’ book
The historical study of ‘Killing Lincoln’ by the deputy superintendent of Ford’s Theatre National Historic Site.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/fords-theatre-histori...


Seems to me that if you are going to write a book about an historical figure you would, at the very least, want to get the history correct.

O'Reilly is an idiot.
Why would anyone buy his book? Or listen to anything he has to say about anything? Wake up, people! Your brain is at stake here!

It's one of the great mysteries of the universe: How does this man stay on television? Or tie his shoes, for that matter?

AngelMay
(having a political moment)