"Do you know the best way to remove layers of old paint from antique wood?," Tutor asked me portentously. I suggested paint remover, turpentine, and sandpaper. "No," he said, "the best way is with a blowtorch playing gently across the surface, just short of scorching or setting it all on fire. The paint softens and blisters and can be removed easily with a putty knife." Since Tutor has never done an honest day's work in his life, I assume this is some kind of parable to justify his prose style. He might do better to just slap on another layer of paint like the rest of us and call it good enough.
Ah, childhood memories of a springtime ritual, moving slowly along the 40' hull of a '49 Matthews, down one side and up the other, heat plate and putty knife in hand, patience and rigor, curls of freed paint falling to the floor.
Labor transforms into poetry with the right tool in hand...
Posted by: Christine Egger | September 27, 2015 at 12:23 PM
A ritual, not only useful, but calming. Restoring things to how they should be.
Posted by: Phil Cubeta | September 27, 2015 at 01:04 PM
Yes.
Posted by: Christine Egger | September 29, 2015 at 06:14 PM
Bringing one of my rituals to SOCAP next week... inviting galaxies to collide, swirl around each other, influence each other... tiny, tangible steps in that direction anyway... http://tinyurl.com/ReikiSF2015
Posted by: Christine Egger | September 29, 2015 at 06:18 PM
I trust you to make it work. Be interested to hear how it goes.
Posted by: Phil Cubeta | October 02, 2015 at 08:00 PM
Me too (on both counts)... heading out in the morning...
I love your most recent post here, Phil, speaking to the space we can choose to create in our work.
Posted by: Christine Egger | October 04, 2015 at 01:43 AM
It worked in the spaces in between... hallway conversations... before and after conference content... with the exception of the high-level, heart-string-pulling moments during plenaries and such... and the occassional "speaking truth to power" in the voices of women who'd heard white men (and people who act that like stereotype) make a few too many promises a few too often.
In those spaces, it was incredible.
Where it was missing, the silence was deafening.
Posted by: Christine Egger | October 19, 2015 at 10:06 PM
Holding the space open as best one can..... The portal through which the future comes is most likely female. Once in a dream, I gave birth and it is not an experiment I would willingly repeat. My best teachers these days are women. When men strive to be feminine enough to fit in at work..... That will be a much more interesting g world. Maybe we will all be able then to talk about fostering and nurturing and cultivating autonomous moral agents, rather than always measuring, managing, and regimenting others towards an end, like conquest. If the women get any better at what men have traditionally done, my fear is that becoming more like women will then do men no good at all.
Posted by: Phil | October 20, 2015 at 02:18 PM