This is a photo of my Burmese friend’s aunt(and her son) who makes lacquer ware from scratch for sale as a tourist item. She has to wet and spin bound the forms out of bamboo, gluing them, drying them. Next apply clay to smooth out the finish, drying then sanding it. And then add many coats of lacquer are applied letting each one of the dry. When that is all through, she engraves a scene, pretty amazing freehand. Maybe uses rulers for some, then she applies various paint colors to them. The price wholesale of the 6” piece she is working on the top of ...is only 5 cents. I was amazed at how much time is involved in each piece, so I guess when life seems a bit tough... remember this.
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24 January, 2012
The Labor of Lacquer Ware
This is a photo of my Burmese friend’s aunt(and her son) who makes lacquer ware from scratch for sale as a tourist item. She has to wet and spin bound the forms out of bamboo, gluing them, drying them. Next apply clay to smooth out the finish, drying then sanding it. And then add many coats of lacquer are applied letting each one of the dry. When that is all through, she engraves a scene, pretty amazing freehand. Maybe uses rulers for some, then she applies various paint colors to them. The price wholesale of the 6” piece she is working on the top of ...is only 5 cents. I was amazed at how much time is involved in each piece, so I guess when life seems a bit tough... remember this.
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27 September, 2007
Pick or Shoes
I have noticed that we people think we operate in a vacuum, alone and fully independent. So this week I have been entertaining friends and new acquaintances I have made. I do this whenever I feel a bit down on myself, to acknowledge the importance they make in my life. All I have to do is remember, that people and family were there the moment I was in ICU. I continue to try to make new friends whether at work, play, or the gym. This is very hard given my disability, but the minute I begin to lay any perimeters on my life, I lose out tremendously. I need people, you need people and we need them more than we often think. It takes many people to enjoy our cup of coffee, or our power, or to make our shoes. If all these people were on strike we would not be very happy without these things. Today, when I called 411 three times talking as slow and as calmly as I could and asked for a business number and they gave me a new wrong number each time. It was hard to not be mad, because I had driven across town to find a business and wanted to call. So, I instead met a friend and dealt with calling the phone company unrushed when I got home. Because I was calm and nice, they apologized and took the charges off my bill. There was no point in showing with anger to the person who handled my call that this really made an hour more of work and put me behind in what I wanted to accomplish. I just talked about the weather on her end and my end and ended it with a calm note. She in turn will have a much better evening with one less angry person during her shift. Knowing the chain reaction we can often cause, because we are so interconnected.
I want to send prayers to the monks and the people faced with bullets in Myanmar(Burma), just to help their fellow citizens eat. They need us now.

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