Forgetting the stories I’ve told

Forgetting the stories I've told

Some days, putting away type feels like a chore; other days, it’s a meditation, a welcome separation from the rest of the things that clutter the mind and heart. All the little words, little sentences, melt away from the stories they told. One at a time, tiny lead forms drop into their slots, waiting to be a part of words for someone else’s poem. For this hour or two, I’ll forget the world, its etiquettes, and the stories I’ve told, and simply mind my p’s and q’s.


I flew to NYC yesterday

I’m visiting my cousin in Brooklyn this week. I took an early flight out of Santa Barbara and connected in Pheonix. During our descent into JFK I captured this sequence using the Miniatures App on my iPhone.

Here’s a still from the video:

And now I’m off to the MOMA.



Congratulations, NASA. You just landed a one-ton American-made automotive on Mars.

Photo credit to NASA TV, via the NY Times, via Reuters.

Curiosity, the name of NASA’s nuclear powered exploratory rover, touched down on the Martian surface early this morning. For an amazing video showing just how much it took to stick this landing, check out Curiosity’s Seven Minutes of Terror.

Some may criticize the space program as a waste of national resources. To those dissenting voices, I concede that it is important to think critically about how we use the limited resources available to us. However, I also believe that explorations in science, technology, and the arts are all precious elements of culture into which society ought to continue to invest. I want to live in a world full of beauty and nuance in which scientists and engineers, artists and architects, musicians and writers all strive to discover, create, and share new perspectives on what it means to try to love one another on this little blue planet which Buckminster Fuller once called “Spaceship Earth.”





Seeds of Contemplation: A Restoration (Part II)

This is the second in a series of posts. For the first post, see Seeds of Contemplation: A Restoration (Part I).

While I could have built a nice clam shell box which would have allowed Seeds of Contemplation to sit comfortably undisturbed on a shelf, this didn’t seem appropriate. Unlike historical preservation work, my primary goal with this project was to make the book accessible again.

After liberating the text block from it’s original cover, I got to the task of building it a new one. This meant setting type and printing new titles.





I’ve been gone for awhile. I’m sorry 😦

But now that I’m back, I want to share a significant development in my journey with the guillotine: I have found it a home!

The Challenge paper cutter will be housed in the printshop in the College of Creative Studies at UC Santa Barbara. I’m currently storing it in the sculpture yard while I finish the restoration.


I will continue to own the guillotine, and I will be responsible for maintaining it, but now it will be in a place were people can use it. And that last part makes me happier than anything else 🙂