scrapbook of Anthony Goh at waves paintings
artist: maruyama okyo
Waves and Plovers (detail), ca. 1910, Tsuji Kako
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how to remove oil filter without wrench
Today I learned a good tip to remove an oil filter if you don’t have the right wrench. You just hammer a screwdriver right through the can, til it comes out the other side, and use that to twist it off. It does feel a bit like you’re murdering your car though, as you’re right underneath it, like Beowulf, then your final, triumphant hammer strike drives your screwdriver through what I guess is it’s pancreas, and hot, black blood gushes out and splatters all over your face.
Oddyseus’s bed
After Oddyseus finally comes home after 19 years and kills all the bad guys, his wife Penelope still won’t let herself believe it’s him. In her final ‘test’ she asks someone to move his bed outside the room, to which Oddyseus retorts:
“Wife, I am much displeased at what you have just been saying. Who has been taking my bed from the place in which I left it? He must have found it a hard task, no matter how skilled a workman he was, unless some god came and helped him to shift it. There is no man living, however strong and in his prime, who could move it from its place, for it is a marvellous curiosity which I made with my very own hands. There was a young olive growing within the precincts of the house, in full vigour, and about as thick as a bearing-post. I built my room round this with strong walls of stone and a roof to cover them, and I made the doors strong and well-fitting. Then I cut off the top boughs of the olive tree and left the stump standing. This I dressed roughly from the root upwards and then worked with carpenter’s tools well and skilfully, straightening my work by drawing a line on the wood, and making it into a bed-prop. I then bored a hole down the middle, and made it the centre-post of my bed, at which I worked till I had finished it, inlaying it with gold and silver; after this I stretched a hide of crimson leather from one side of it to the other. So you see I know all about it, and I desire to learn whether it is still there, or whether any one has been removing it by cutting down the olive tree at its roots.”
Pretty sick bed! One day I will build a bed like this.
amazing waterspout tornado storm off the coast of Austrailia
walking
How can you explain
that you need to know that the trees are still there,
and the hills
and the sky?
Anyone knows they are.
How can you say it is time your pulse responded to another rhythm,
the rhythm of the day
and the season
instead of the hour
and the minute?
No, you cannot explain.
So you walk.
Anon, 1967
(Source: quotegarden.com)
