Archive for May, 2013

I got peace turned up so loud. Handworks 2013.

Punk at its heart is a blood-n-spit forged radical commitment to integrity. It’s a full-force head-butt to a mass-produced culture that degrades our humanity and a caste system sewn in niceties, innuendoes, and euphemism.

It’s not nice and it’s certainly not subtle. But true? Aye – it’s that. Always that.

— Stew Napalm, aka Stuart Daedalus

How was Handworks? Well – other than Narayan Nayar wussing out on a crowd-surfing opportunity – it was pure punk.

And for those of you who don’t know me – that’s about as high praise as I get. If I rotated on an axis, its poles would be Punk and Zen.

Handworks was chest-thumping, adrenaline-pumping Peace with a capital P.

Was it good for business? Probably. But – and you’ll have to trust me on this one – that’s not why I went, or why it was worth every second. I went because it was a chance to be immersed in craftsmanship with some of the most talented people I know.

And to me, the real value of this sort of event is not what I learn there, what I buy there, or what I sell there. The real value for me is what I bring home with me. Pure, unbridled enthusiasm. I came home from handworks exhausted, spent, and positively on fire with the urge to make mind-blowing stuff, to get better at it and to see if I can impress myself. I got home and couldn’t wait to dive into my shop and create something.

Radical dharma in a bottle. As a verb. Present tense.

Thanks to Jameel, Fr. John, and (because no one ever does anything alone in their family – or in this world) the entire Abraham clan. Now get to work on 2015.

One of these things is not like the others

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One of them’s sold, one’s mine, and one is the ‘door prize’ at Handworks.

Which one’s earning me bupkis? Here’s some clues specifically geared to anyone educated in the US public schools. There will be (multiple choice) test.

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Come by the booth and see me if you’re going to Amana. I will NOT be the guy in the Grateful Dead T-shirt.

And if you’re not going to Amana, I’ll try not to laugh at your misfortune. Or your haircut.

More regular blog stuff soon – I promise.

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