Glow bowl a sayshun?

To every corner of the world electronic media has spread the word to people, where ever they are that their lives could be better if they had not had the unfortunate situation of being born in the wrong place.


Regular food, running water, a house to live in, health care, a job, education for their children, a mobile phone . . .  people all over the world now see these things are there, for others to have.  People see that the reason they cannot have the basic things is  because of where they were born, i.e. national boundaries.

It is countries, nation states,  and national sovereignty with geographical political boundaries and nationalistic ideologies    which  prevent them from getting the basic needs for the  good life  accessible to others—simply by a random birth right.

mubookC4p38-39_650As McLuhan  argued (The Gutenberg Galaxy) electronic media disperses the homogenizing forces of culture around the world  generating a “common world culture.” People all over the world  now see a “common reality”, in the words of Paine, they are acquiring a “Common Sense”  concluding that  they do not have access  to all these “things” which would make their life better  only because of where they were born.  And they want them.

“Globalization” is no conspiracy, it is neither good or bad, it is human and what people have been doing  through all of human history. From  “caves”  to hunting and gathering “villages” to agrarian towns to industrialized cities  and now an electronic world,  are a progression of interrelated steps as people seek to increase  the quality of their lives by increasing production.


pmubk34and35_800No one wants to go “back to living in caves” —will maybe not no one, there are always exceptions to everything—however  “geo-political nation states” are only  steps  and “ideologies of national sovereignty” are the rallying cries of demagogues who seeking personal agendas preach “solutions to your personal problems”  are to be found in  hate, violence  and scapegoating  others.


Man in the Maze, a traditional Pueblo Native American design motif.

Globalizaton is going to happen in order for the people of the world to enter into a time of “common laws” for business, trade, investment, property rights,  and basic international relatons. Successful leaders will make work , and they will have to work hard tomato successful  compromises on national sovereignty  while nationalistic demagogues  will use the situation to seek their personal  enrichment usually through political means as that is one field  which does not require a history of professional  achievement ethics, or  integrity and honesty, and there is usually  a solid supporting base of people  willing to seek revenge against a scapegoat for their personal problems.



Globalizaton is going to happen, but how it happens, whether leaders emerge to make this transition understandable to others, whether leaders emerge to make this transition  happen without war is perhaps too much for which  to ask or even hope. A non-war transition, which will take decades of leadership staying on course, can result in great opportunites for everyone in the world  to find a way to participate and find personal, professional and economic success. 


I believe in free trade, regulated capitalism, and the western concept of human and legal rights which have evolved from the Magna Charta and I also believe that these can improved on.

But the other option, war, nuclear weapons, hundreds of millions of people dying, billions of dollars of property destroyed is very real and more likely  given the history of human beings, the willingness of demagogues and dictators  to seek personal  advantages no matter the cost to  human life and the ever presence of their true believer followers.

Historically it is the more likely  path.  


More light misconverswayshuns with my dark side

Sometimes I wondher,  sometimes I losedher,  and either time is time to look at my darker side…

sps1612B_675.jpgthat part of me that always seems to sabotage my dreams whenever they got too near.


Some would say its easier to blame others, be a victim, rationalize and project,  was I right? was I wrong?… 

but for me,  it was always banging my head  against the  closed door of Was I?  even, as I remember at this time of the year, when Christmas  holidays come around and I find some cheer.


I still gaslight myself.


Some said my light was like their light, some said it too different to be a light


and the lights of fame though ventured towards me  seemed like a cross to bare


I  herd to belong somewhere for meaning, but I did  no that it meant  to be a burden, and 


into the lessor known  I shot my self strait and true 


from spread, struggling to come …


to focus and be as one, and even when my own self is divided, my camera is as one. 


I hope there is a light to be held, still “what” is just a hat following a “W.”


And after my  journey I prefer a little sake.

Ki-seto is a style of Japanese “ folk pottery”—Seto (Seto-Mino area)  is an old pottery area, or kiln in the abstract, home of Shino, Oribe, Ki-Seto, Seto-Guro and Kuro-Oribe  as well as a bunch clay pots not tightly fitting into a specific category but bearing common qualities and simply referred to Seto-yaki. These two beautiful pots, a tokkuri and guinomi by (respectively) Kagami Shukai and his son Masakane.




Salt & pepper Saturday

Blind street singer missing some fingers on his picking hand,  playing an old Martin  singing gospel songs,  downtown Boston  between Tremont  and Washington. you can see Commons reflection,  circa 1971.


Eric Hoffman, expressionist painter  with some of his tools , about 1982


Here’s  looking at who  on a snowy Back Bay morning,  circa 1970


University of Toledo, about 1968


East Boston, about 1970


Amherst MA, about 1970


Strong Maine, 1970


Toledo Ohio, 1969


Leon with his first check for sale of glass, he went on to  a successful career as glass blower artist


Susan , Maine, 1973

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Ron and Paula, Toledo, circa 1968



Mieko, 1985


Somerville circa  1971


A long Alameda Creek wear I live

Down  the east end of my street runs Alameda Creek with a levee and paths on either side.  Here, just about everyday for the past 11  1/2  years I have  walked four miles a day. In 2007 my son was in college and I moved my office to my home, enabling me to take schedule walks on a regular basis.


I was not “slow walking,” at the beginning I did the four miles in about 50 minutes, but eleven years later and at 73 years old, it takes me from about  one hour to 75 minutes, depending, Or it can take even longer if I meet  and talk with people,


A could of years ago  I began taking my point and shoot camera, there is always something visually interesting,


Years before I started I used to walk our dog, a mile or more in the morning before I left for work,  two miles after dinner, and five miles on Saturday and Sunday.


I often listen to podcasts,  regularly The Archers, Bloomberg Surveillance and P&L,  Car Talk (of course), In Our Time, SupChina, sometimes university lectures, The Reith Lectures, old time radio, TIP (The Investor’s Podcast‚ and less regularly to other shows, I did get the first round of Serial  about the story of Adnan Syed and I am listening to the third roundabout life in a local  Cleveland court system.


But there is more to do than listen to podcasts, there is a lot of wild life along the creek, a blue Heron lives here.




People of all ages, different genders, different interests use this path.


Young people hang out on the Union City side, often drinking, smoking pot, sometimes cutting school  or just being young. One afternoon  police were on one side searching foe someone and I, on the other side, could see the person hiding behind the growth while the cops could not.


Sometimes when I am somewhere around town , often in TJ’s or HPB,   where someone comes up to me and comments about regularly seeing me on the path, often remarking the noticed  that I a was walking very fast.


Over the years I have met a lot of different  people who live along the creek  and listened to some of their personal stories. One day many years ago a car drove off the bridge and this gentleman, a much younger version then  who lives two houses down from the bridge,  went in and pulled the driver out.  She is often outside raking the leaves along the levee.people2703C700

This gentleman  reads and walks at the same time, before the ebook reader he used to have a paper book but I prefer the landscape.


With some I can have thoughtful  discussion about ideas, this gentleman is a psychologist-working therapist, both knowledgable and open to frank discussion, I throughly enjoy  our talks, and while I may have some basic disagreements with psychology  as  I am sure many have basic disagreement with graphic designers, I don’t ask or require that people I respect agree with me  and I am grateful when I can intelligently  discuss issues intelligently  with those who have a different and certainly this case, a more informed position than me.




The sun is often  different  on the hills



People like to walk along this levee



Along the creek there is always a place for my feet and I am always glad to put them there.






Sum thymes satrite know thymes

Be careful what you wish fore, it makes you vulnerable  in bilateral groups. Daruma was the 28th Patriarch of Dhyana  in India, he  traveled to China where his presence established  Chan which was later to be called Zen in Japan.  In his quest to pacify his mind Huiko consulted Daruma,  to impress Daruma Huiko cut off his own arm, at least we have Sesshu’s painting  to attest to tell his story, where Daruma, after the snow had reached Huiko’s knees, replied “Bring your mind here and I will give it a rest. Huiko replied “I have searched for that mind and I cannot find it,” to which Daruma replied , “Then I have put it to rest.” (from Mummonkan , Case 41, Blythe translation which may not be “scholarly” but it sure is fun which may b more in the spirit).


In Japan the Daruma doll is made so that if it rolls over it returns to upright, seven times  fall down, eight times get up”七転び八起き . You can visit a temple and get this ema (絵馬) .


Two see or knot to see,  Two be or knot two be, whenever, sometimes its never too late, but other times its always too late, pieces of my self strewn around the wondering path of my life, some lost forever, . . . some just never to be found again


We lived just side  the city limits, a small town of  about 25,000, two high schools, one  large company, I did not realize how terrifying it was to me until I  could not find my self, or perhaps the self I found  was terrifying to others . . . who in turn just reflected my self back to me  . .


and as I found out even more terrifying to  the ones I kneaded in my life,


Some just thought it was funny, as if my life was a  comedic movie  that they paid to watch for a while  and then  halfway through concluded  it was not worth the price they paid . . . 


For many there is always hope, I hope that’s true . . .


but too many  some times the distance seemed too overwhelming, that I let that seem become a  knot try, which is worse, I don’t no.


and I had too much outsight  which at the time I thought I was protecting my self . . .


a cloak of   false  rationalization  as if  my only strategy to defend this self from the  effort to be that self I wanted  me, this he,  to be, know me.