cookie sheet as bento

my cookie sheet as bento......

true japanese craftsmanship; or, the cookie sheet as bento

as i work through most days i think of how NOT like a japanese craftsman i am. they apprenticed for eight lifetimes to learn the proper "hooking" motion for the right thumb into the belt loop (ten more lifetimes to glean an understanding of the ways in which one actually picks up the hammer); it took me a day to wax rhapsodic as to the finer points of mies van der ruhr's treatise on The Elements of Glass. it takes the average japanese 437 lifetimes to learn to move the hand of the puppet (not the head mind you...)in traditional kabuki theater. it took less than 6 hours for me to listen to and digest the inner machinations of Byron's Don Juan (pronounced Joo-en). the two worlds however met today...twirled each other about as one would at a barn dance....and did the doe see doe. some of my SUV's floorboard is missing...has been missing and will continue , no doubt to begone (out, out, damned...). my remedy prior to this a.m. was to keep my foot on the gas pedal as gingerly as one could given the increasing heat emanating from said fled floorboard. i woke this morning with a faint memory one of you no doubt forged into my head; that of a japanese craftsman using the left over rice from his bento acting as a wood filler marrying the integrity of several thousand year old timbers with the immediacy of his rice. "fabulous" i averred as i rummaged about the kitchen....searching for my rice ball.....which i found in the form of one of our favorite cookie sheets. prior to my departure in said SUV, i found a suitable tear in the car's floor covering (carpet et pad) placed the cookie sheet betwixt the tail pipe and the torn carpeting. it took a few minutes but as i sped down the mountain i heard the unmistakable sound..of one hand clapping.

sunday haiku

played on a harmonica
the old rugged cross
makes me cry

working at the Little Green House

i feel like bob de niro. i feel like bob de niro because he was in a movie. i feel like bob de niro because he was in a movie about punishment. i feel like bob de niro because he labored forever with heavy objects strapped to his back in an expression of self-loathing. i feel like bob de niro because he thought that if he punished himself adequately enow....Gott Himself would come rescue him. i feel like bob de niro because after he made the movie he went home to a really groovy house....with a really groovy wife....and an exceptionally groovy car. i feel like bob de niro because after all is said and done, i'm half-full....not half-empty. turns out...i have a great life. better than bob de niro's.