It's Here.

Banjo looked at me straight in the eye.  Border Collies are good at that.  He always wins stare contests.  This look tonight said, "Don't go out tonight.  Stay home.  Good boy."  He must know that I want to go see "The Life of Pi" in 3D.  Really, I should change clothes and go to the studio, finish glazing, prep the kiln shelves, possibly even loading the kiln and programming it to begin function at 9AM.  I have directly wired my kiln to the circuit breaker.  I cut off the electric plug from the kiln, bought three aluminum wire connectors, big enough for six gauge wire, undid the outlet and took the wires from the breaker and shoved 'em in one side of the connector and the wire from the kiln in the other end.  Screw them down tight and wrap and wrap and wrap with rubberized electric tape.  It stretches and holds better than vinyl.  The reason and hope being in doing all this is to get the few extra watts I need to hit my maturation temperature of 2280 degrees fahrenheit.  Is that so much to ask?

Here is a link to a show I was in in Mt. Vernon a few years back:  http://foundintrans.blogspot.com/
I sold the only pot I had in the show. An architect from Seattle bought it.  I was gratified.  I was also later blessed as a potter in a Shinto ceremony at the only Shinto temple outside of Japan in Granite Falls, WA.  It was a fabulous ceremony, beating on the taiko drum, the incenses waved back and forth.  My wife t the time stood next to me.  I held my pot in my hand.  I had a coach standing next to me telling me when to bow and when to offer the pot to the priest.  I gave the pot to the priest who placed it on the altar and waved smoke around it.  It was pretty interesting.  Someone showed up and played clay flute.  I'm not sure if it was Stroutsos or not.

Abby summoning her super powers to take care of the fallen trees after the windstorm of 2007

He is a paradox.  He is one of the most enjoyably wound up humans I know.  He ad libs his way though life, too.  We get each other even though we only been thrown together about three or four times.  His music, though, belies the fire and kinetic energy he would otherwise display. He plays native flute, Japanese flute, meditative stuff.  He has many cd's and I own a few of them.  The last time I say him was at Sleeping Lady in Leavenworth, WA.  He paid to perform as he wanted to gain exposure in a more classical manner.  I said I would help him.  I haven't.  I should.  He would do the same for me, I think.

9PM and I'm still thinking and typing.  This little pocket of aluminum is so sweet and seduces me into typing more and saying less.

I'm going to a book signing tomorrow in Ellensburg, WA, hometown of the Screaming Trees and Jeff Frantz, at Jerrol's Bookstore.  I can pick up some clay tools.  As nobody but me knows, I am in need of some sharp tools.  I'll leave you with Joe Walsh.  Thank God we still have Joe Walsh.