a little something. . .

Well, it’s the first of December, and it’s that festive time of year where we spend, eat and drink to excess. Mainly good fun but there’s the worry of buying presents what can we get for so-and-so? Here’s thought that doesn’t cost a fortune. This is RAM in a matchbox- or to be more precise MATCHBOOX- a company in Holland that produces miniature handmade books. They commissioned this book from me based on the column I did for a Dutch arts journal which in turn is based on my journals –  it’s a miniaturised version of this blog, in effect. It’s a lovely idea and I was delighted to be commissioned  to do this-  a delightful miniature Japanese-type book in a tiny presentation box

The Cost: including postage and packing-  and will be sent in a jiffy bag:

within Europe 8.00 euro; US and Canada 9 euro; Australia 10 euro.

A snip as they say: perfect stocking filler, or party favour; or a ‘little something’ . . . . .




February Challenge-18: future or ‘life is a jogging machine’

‘Cause I’m worrying about the future now
Or maybe this is it’ from  ‘What a shame about me!’ Becker/Fagen

The future: what to expect? There’s always that contradiction: live for today – Carpe Diem – but always keep that dream: yup, sounds like life is a jogging machine . . . .

Currently doing the rounds on the internet is a sweet little film about a group of Taiwanese men who decide to go motorcycling on a 13 day holiday: the difference is that these guys have an average of 81, one has hearing difficulties, one has cancer, three have heart disease and all five have degenerative arthritis. They prepare for six months and travel from North to South Taiwan. It’s an uplifting story of five determined brave guys, who plan an element of their future, by reliving an episode from their past. I like it.

BUT there is an element of it that doesn’t sit well with me:

  1. It was produced by an advertising agency for their Client; a major bank.
  2. The blurb says that a film crew followed them: does that mean that the agency was in on the idea from the start? if so, then is it a ‘true’ story? If they weren’t in on it, I feel somewhat better in that it is a recreation of true story: that’s OK
  3. Most of all what saddens me is that the story, was either hijacked or (even worse…) invented by an ad-agency for their Client.

Call me cynical but the idea that banks are there to support our dreams, I find a little (?) far-fetched. In my experience of banks, their criteria for deciding on whether to lend (i.e. not give) money is based on how easily it can be repaid or re-couped. That is what banks do:  this imagery portrays a benevolent institution that is there to help you fulfil dreams. Yeah, sure.

Anyway enough of this cynicism, it’s a nice film/story: and my future?

I’ll leave you with some more lyrics, this time for a song of mine called 12 bars Blue

which you can hear on Bandcamp.

I like to drink I will admit
That’s the way I am inclined
Helps look forward to the past
And leave the future far behind
With a couple more beers
I’ll be twelve bars blue.




February Challenge-17: Present

Present has many meanings, a gift, the current moment, and a usage very common in Italy how we ‘present ourselves’ and on the other side of the coin, how people receive that image.

I was in the bar tonight , and the topic was, as ever, food. One of ‘the guys’ asked me what I was doing this evening, and I responded that I was having an ‘Indian meal’ Half seriously one of them responded ‘Indian from Indian or Indian from North America’. There ensued a discussion about the Native American Indians: their culture and philosophy. It was led by Mario who is in his late sixties and dresses like a hunter – camouflage fatigues, and a matching baseball cap. His admiration for the Native American Indian’s philosophy, and way of life was clear. Shall we say that in a bar with a man wearing military combat uniform is the last place that I would expect to hear the phrase ‘symbiotic relationship with nature.’? How wrong could somebody be if they took how he ‘presents himself’ at face value? And how often, do we do just that?  . . . . . just a thought.