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…a movement from an exterior mode of consciousness to a fuller sense of interiority.

12 ounces every hour on the hour using the stove's timer judiciously

12 ounces every hour on the hour using the stove’s timer judiciously

H2O makes up between 60—80% of our body, depending upon whose science you subscribe to.  Regardless, humans can only live a few days without it, depending on circumstances.  We can live without food, however, for 2—3 weeks, depending again…. As far as air deprivation goes, unless you are a Herculean Guinness Book world record holder athlete, or, underwater swimmer, a few minutes without and you’ve likely crossed over to shake hands with your maker’s extended family, as long as your Truth accepts that viewpoint. Me? I dunno.  No experience.

A.W. ~ a favoured mentor who put gobbledygook into plain language.

A.W. ~ a favoured mentor who put gobbledygook into plain language.

I’ve never completed a water fast before, nor any other type. Any fast requires planning and should not be executed for long periods, unless under qualified and experienced supervisory personnel. I had planned a 5-day experience, but, as the saying goes: Life is what happens when you’re making other plans. Sister tells me: ‘We Otvos’s overdo things to extremes.’ Karma, eh? hahaha Sheesh!

Four days before the planned event, I began to lower my total caloric intake and was meditating more regularly.  This is a large part of the key secret to those who live in the Blue Zones, the areas where folks routinly live to be 100 years old or more.  Additionally, older folks in these areas, eat little animal foodstuffs, concentrating in the main, on whole plant foods, exercise, community engagement and companionship. Yeah team!

  1. Okinawa, Japan
  2. Sardinia, Italy
  3. Loma Linda, CA, USA
  4. Costa Rica’s Nicoya Peninsula
  5. Ikaria, Greece

Ostensibly, I did have the intention of losing 2-3 kilos, not that I was grossly overweight, but a slight belly roll needed a trim for spring. Long cold winters here in Canada, do shut us single rural elders in more often; therefore, the temptation to self-medicate with excess calories especially in the evening when absolutely uneeded can go unheeded. I also was interested in a cleanse of any residual toxicity in my body, plus releasing any fat ingrown through my organs and their surrounding tissues. What I did not count on, was the unexpected delight of the silver lining.  I’ll save that for later savouring.

BE LIKE WATER....Alan Watts - YouTube

Day 1: Tuesday, April 21st. I last ate at 7:30 PM. No further food nor water past 7 PM. As a former EBRT patient, if I drink past that witchin’ hour, I’ll be up multiple times during REM to visit the urinal, since I now have a 2-1/2 hr only bladder. This is a lingering side-effect from electronic beam radiation treatment. At least the tumour in my doughnut has left the playin’ field, being now discharged, these past two years.

Day 1: I drank a full 12 oz glass of H2O every hour from sunrise to sunset, about 13 in all 7 AM—7 PM. I set the timer on the stove to one hour before each drink.  No food whatsoever. Yeah, plenty of pee breaks feeling the wind in my face and his, in the mountainside backyard, such as it is. I live and garden at the edge of a forest. Some may be familiar with the adage postulated by a seasoned rishi/shaman/guru, that if you cannot throw one off your back step, yur livin’ too close! What I thought were hunger pangs, 4X that first mornin’, were in effect, only stomach contractions.  I became the more astute witness to my own body sensations, which, was a delightful harbinger for the entirety of the fast. These muscle contractions lasted a millisecond, but with the house locked down with no screens, i.e., no large screen evening Netflix nor clicking through the 120 odd YouTube channel subscriptions, not even the desktop computer for world event news and inevitable emails. Friends and acquaintances would have to wait for their pocket notifications.  True friends did call, as did I them. It’s crucially important to not do anything with much physical or emotional exertion.  Save your energy as it will surely drain hourly. This also means no vehicle usage or any other machinery. Your sense of control will likely be compromised.  My thought has been for a long time, that we have capitalism and we have an unfolding climate catastrophe moving at warp speed upon us with now this COVID-19 pandemic, all caused by an economic system based entirely upon profit rather than wellbeing; so then, what else does one need to know? Leo Tolstoy teaches that knowldege is limitless, so the difference between those who know a lot and those who know little, is infinitesimal.

Coincidently, those all begin with the letter C, see/sea? Water eh? hahaha

Day 2: This time the tummy sent contractions with a 1—2 sec. duration, but, only in the early AM. There was a slight blizzard where the snow did now stay, yet a deposit of 10mm persisted for a spell.  Reason? Same as the 2″ hail in the southern US, the hundreds of tornadoes outta season and the tragic loss of life. The prolonged cold in northern climes such as the late spring here in NS. Russia experienced the warmest Jan. & Feb. in history [+5° C over normals] since the 1840s, when meteorological records began being regularly kept. Moscow was a balmy 21°C this past January with no snow. Oh well. The Arctic polar air vortex, aka the jetstream, has collapsed. I began reading 2-yr. old back issues of The Sun, a magazine in print since 1974 published in North Carolina, editor: Sy Safransky, dropped off by a very dear friend. Meditation became progressively easier and most importantly, I wanted to remain in the chair for this Aching legs zazen as Alan Watts referred to the Buddhist method of long intervals.  ‘Cept, I employ a chair, as my ole knees no longer allow the crossed leg habit.

That night, I filled the tub so as to lounge up to my neck in very hot water, not so hot as to develop red capillary skin damage, but, quite luxurious, nonetheless. Yeah, I know, that damned carbon footprint gets us every time.  The absurdity of being human simultaneously. I had planned to listen to an old cassette tape recording of a man I really appreciate: The Reverend James Sherman, pastor of Unity Church Toronto, ON. The subject was: How To Pray, a tape I sincerely love and enjoy reacquainting my noodle, by listening every few years.  I originally took part as a congregational person in 2004 for the original sermon. The giving was 50 minutes long.  Normally I only soak/bathe for 1/2 hour at most. It’s good prep for a soundless sleep. As I stood up to get out and dry off, I instantly became dizzy, fainted loosing consciousness briefly, then instantly coming out of that after a very bad bang on the back of the head; the proverbial wake-up call. Low blood sugar from the fast + excess heat and my senior status, well.

more than 1" long Try taking an image of the back of your head at a specific spot, looking in a wall mirror *facing away*, holding a hand mirror to locate the spot, all the while holding a P&S camera and trying to locate the trigger button, while holding all this still in the wrong hand? hahaha

more than 1″ long Try taking an image of the back of your head at a specific spot, looking in a wall mirror *facing away*, holding a hand mirror to locate the spot, all the while holding a P&S camera and trying to locate the trigger button, while holding all this still in the wrong hand? hahaha

Food deprivation and prolonged excessive heat had gripped this 72-yr. old bawdy, so grabbing hold of the wall in front…after that, it was a blanked blur. Struggling to get up, I found my bite plate, chomped on the bit and fell onto the bed, too fatigued and disoriented to get under the plumo [sp?], you know better as an eiderdown or duvet.

My new blue sheets. Hydrogen peroxide fixed most of the stains.

My new blue sheets. Hydrogen peroxide fixed most of the stains.

Day 3: Outta the sack @ 6:30 AM, after tossing and turning all night, waking far too early, I awoke to see copious amounts of blood on both pillows.  I wandered into the bathroom where I had fainted, saw my head blood on the floor and where my noggin had bonked the hardwood door. As I brushed my longish hair [lockdown is forcing new hairstyles] sorry Shelley, I passed over the goose egg et quelle surprise. Ouch!

to wit: pg 95: “It is thus a common joke that believers in the unreality of matter have difficulty in convincing anyone of the unreality of pain.”

There was a faith healer from Deal,

Who said, “Although pain  is not real,

When the point of the pin

Goes into my skin,

I dislike what I fancy I feel.”

Those sheets got spot cleaned and washed twice, then christened the rotary line outside for the initial warm breath of spring air. Nothing better in life then a naked bod betwixt clean laundered sheets hung on an outdoor line.  Well, let’s not get too risqué, huh? In Courtenay, BC, the condo regulation where I briefly owned, prevented any such airing of one’s dirty laundry.  A pox on rules for looks alone! ‘Sides, I’m an anarchist anyway[s].

My new blue sheets. Hydrogen peroxide fixed most of the stains.

My new blue sheets. Hydrogen peroxide fixed most of the stains.

I decided not to quit the fast, but, vowed 3 days was ’nuff. I would end fasting the next day on Sat. morning and ingest some sustenance. Normally, I set out breaky with a plate load of frozen berries, then meditate.  That morning, I was able to turn the 15-minute “hour” glass over 3X, remaining seated, as minutes turned into flashes of insight.  I would look at the emptied sand particles in the upper chamber and—so? Oh~kay. This was the first time ever. The fast had caused me to love zazen. I finally felt a becoming, a Oneness with All That There IS! A most brief unstimulated high.

15-min timer fashioned from plumwood, a gift of a former father-in-law's backyard in Oshawa. Ebony standoffs, a signature element.

15-min timer fashioned from plumwood, a gift of a former father-in-law’s backyard in Oshawa. Ebony standoffs, a signature element.

Earlier in the day, I had completed reading Alan Watts’s final book, released posthumously in 1975 by his wife, 2 years after he departed our common terra firma.

His last work, posthumously released by his wife, two years after his death at 58. Highly recommended!

His last work, posthumously released by his wife, two years after his death at 58. Highly recommended!

Day 4: Down for the count:

  1. Saturday, April 18th. >169 lbs
  2. Wednesday, April 22nd. >165 lbs
  3. Saturday, April 25th.  >159 lbs
  4. Sunday, April 26th. >161 lbs

I first ate at 10:30 AM, which, is consistent with my normal practice of 2 meals/day and intermittent fasting, i.e., 16 hrs. between meals. Light eating was the prerequisite, not too much, with plenty of liquids.  WOW, how good food tasted!  My normal practice is to lay everything out on a plate, as I usually eat between 10 to 20 different types of whole plant foods.  But the taste, my gawd!  Like many, I too, used to toss everything into one bowl, mix ’em up and use a lever [spoon/fork] as one would a shovel.

Feel the beating 💗 of the Sufi poet, regrading smell, taste etc., ~Ibn al ‘Arabi from his Theophany of Perfection:

Belovèd, how often have I called you and you do not hear?

How often have I stood before you,

and you do not witness Me?

How often have I embodied Myself in scents,

and you do not inhale?

And in the flavours and you do not savour the taste

for My sake?

What is the matter with you,

that you do not feel me when you touch?

Why do you not recognize Me in the fragrances of musk?

Why do you not see Me, why do you not hear Me?

What is the matter with you?

What is the matter with you? 

Baba Ghanoush Woodville style: with red, orange and green pepper, + added chopped chives just beginning to force through in this late spring.

Baba Ghanoush Woodville style: with red, orange and green pepper, + added chopped chives just beginning to force through in this late spring.

*Ahhh, when the call comes and it’s the low time for Beethoven’s first movement, you may experience some time delay.  With no fibre pushing the muse along, it does tend to compress and dry out. Gives new meaning to the words, sucked dry. This is meant only as a caution, so take care and enjoy the throne read, while leaning forward, so your forearms rest on your thighs, as that’s the recommended posture from Dr. Michael Greger, my main man, i.e., [only the science folks] if you are not assuming an African or Asian squat position.

Here’s the silver lining readers have been patiently salivating for.  In a few words, clarity, complete calm, a clear serenity of Being, plus a sense that whatever was happening in the human-centred world was just fine, regardless of attributing fault, blame, rightness or wrongness, shame or other witless, sarcastic commentary. Whenever any negative thought would form into my awareness, it would be witnessed by the watcher, acknowledged and immediately vanish from whence it came—on its own accord! When it comes to judging others, the Christian Bible in Luke:6:42 and I parapharse in current lingo~ ‘Hypocrite! First extract the tree trunk lodged within your own eye, then sea clearly how to remove the tree’s twig that’s stuck in your sister or brother’s eye.’

As Alan Watts teaches us in his last work: Tao The Watercourse Way , I was able to really focus on the matter at hand.  Since I had previously shut off all the screens, books, magazines, classical and folk music came fullstream back into my life.  How easy it is to turn on some flick or YT vid and get sucked into someone else’s form of what’s important. What then took the place of the negativity was a profound Love and great warmth of feeling for all life and existence itself.  The HeartMath Institute teaches us that the heart produces an electromagnetic aura 60X larger than our brain.

 

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As Alan teaches any who will pay attention, the things we term opposites are really polarities.  One cannot have a coin without a head and tail,  No battery without a positive and negative terminal. No wave without a trough and crest. I look forward to going back to that home again and again.

Getting a full fridge back with good stuff to eat, such as a whole grain loaf from my 25-yr-old Westbend twin paddle machine. My priority is nutrition with taste following. After years at this alone, one begins to know what works and tastes good.

Getting a full fridge back with good stuff to eat, such as a whole grain loaf from my 25-yr-old trusty Westbend twin paddle machine. My priority is nutrition with taste following. After years at this alone, one begins to know what works and tastes good.

Changes in our lives start with changes in our thoughts. Changes in how we think are much more important than the efforts we make to change our lives” ~ Leo Tolstoy April 26th Wise Thoughts For Everday. Tolstoy was a devout Christian, yet an avantgarde one, by firmly believing in the human intellect. He was a vegan, like eye.

A perfect loaf as I begin to understand how to use bulk bread yeast; wholewheat, gluten, ground flax, honey, sea salt, rye, kamut, sunflower and pumpkin seeds.

A perfect loaf as I begin to understand how to use bulk bread yeast; wholewheat, gluten, ground flax, honey, sea salt, rye, kamut, sunflower and pumpkin seeds.

All in all, yet another feeble attempt to walk my talk, yet, 🎶I’m so happy to be alive🎶; I’m also pleased that you’re here. 🙏

Your experience will differ.

I AM John Gabriel Ötvös, aka jayöh.

PS: About the I AM, to be continued….

 

an upper case for—1.61803(4)…

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“The physical world is diaphanous. It’s like music. When you play music, it simply disappears. There’s nothing left. And, for that very reason, it is one of the highest and most spiritual of the arts, because it is the most transient. The physical universe is basically playful. There is no necessity for it whatsoever. It isn’t going anywhere. That is to say, it doesn’t have some destination that it ought to arrive at. But, it is best understood by analogy with music, because music, as an art form, is essentially playful. We say: “You play the piano.” You don’t work the piano.” ~Alan Watts 

Greek letter Phi, lower case

Lower case PHI. A single pencil stroke

Yeah, I’ll get to the post about Phi soon enough.  As a university dropout, yet still a lifelong student of philosophy, my strange way of seeing all of existence as a unified whole, disrupts some regular folks who like to dissect and speak to the parts rather than the whole. Fine, it’s all well and good.  It’s only science adherents who separate parts of the whole in order to peer under some microscope or develop a type of “core competance”. Of course, if one lives on the sidelines of culture and takes their own road, a way of existing such as the Chinese Wu wei [efortless action or non-action] is eminently appealing.

I write for the sheer delight of writing, to please myself. “To thine own self be true”,~ the Bard. I don’t speak the way I write.  Something happens when I get behind this keyboard and pen with twin forefingers peering at the pad, havin’ never learned to type.  One would surmise that a function key could erase all caps when that far left key is struck.  Politics: humanity is now so far beyond the traditional left/right dichotomy.  It matters not one iota that my scribblings [thanks to The Foth, Macleans era] are read, reflected upon, even commented upon.  I spend more time deleting spam permanently then perusing comments, all of which are moderated, as of necessity. Recall Ricky Nelson’s Garden Party lyrics 🎼You see, ya can’t please everyone, so ya got to please yourself…🎶

I’m very well aware that in these times, much that appears on the Net is consumed rather than digested, then promptly and summarily disposed of from people’s consciousness.  It wasn’t always this way.  In 1995, when I bought my first computer, a Pentium 90 for $5Gs, we were all going to become great letter writers.  Some pill must’ve been swallowed to shelve that tirade. My blog is now in its 11th year, having taken several iterations.  This one is free, courtesy of WordPress. 🙏 Perhaps it’s the social media format of click-through and the overabundance of information; it is the Age after all.  Perhaps it’s the addiction to the pant leg, hand-held buzz, when cell phones burp in notification mode during the muddle of the night; I dunno. I’ve never owned one, so, how *would* I know?   

The other aspect is how as a culture, here in the West, little is spoken of in polite company, about what truly matters. I didn’t drink the Kool-Aid, so, those of us who remain upstanders rather than bystanders, refusing to genuflect, stand out like sore thumbs. Mea Culpa. As Rhett said to Scarlett on his final leaving; “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” There’s an old saying by some lame guru, somewhere(s), that if you never have an expectation, you’ll exit without disappointment. Good thought to live by. Wear it.

During this COVID-19 pandemic, it may be why the home alone lockdown is giving pause to rethink the mad trajectory from our overly busy lives, which, are wasting our own personal, unique experience of joy. I could never cotton to the Buddhist belief that life is suffering. How droll! Life is precious, because, it IS so brief, unless you’re a bristlecone pine. 😝 Life IS life, because, it’s always disappearing, as Alan Watts has surmised.   Alas, if the late 1970s were characterized by the “me” generation, propelling my emigration to NZ, 40 years further on, that selfishness has grown exponentially, sigh. Consumer capitalism, really!

to wit: In the Greek language, PHI is the 21st letter of their alphabet and has the sound of “f”.  The letter is phonetically pronounced as ‘fee‘; not the Western anglicized version we know, that sounds like the first word in the university Phi/Delta/Kappa series of fraternities and/or sororities.

Kissed by the Flow, reflected. App. 900mm sq. or 35.5"

Kissed by the Flow, reflected. App. 900mm sq. or 35.5″

“We fail to see through the window, because we are too busy painting pictures on the glass.” ~ Alan Watts

Ø is also used symbolically for those challenged by length in speaking or writing as with acronyms. Oooogle tells us that this symbol is most often used on the NET.  Perhaps, I suppose, because, it can be formatted as a stock keystroke with a function key. On some boards, Ø, is also used to denote “not zero” or not “0”. 

“Beauty is at once the most spiritual of the 3 virtues, i.e., the good, the true and the beautiful, therefore the most material. Beauty is at the essence of the spiritual life.” ~ Alan Watts

The golden ratio does lend itself to producing well-balanced structures and has been used by artists and architects throughout the centuries. It’s also seen in the spiral growth patterns of ferns, sunflower heads, Leonardo’s Mona Lisa painting of her head and certain seashells like the nautilus. When the ratio between the whole line and the longest section is the same as the ratio between the longest and shortest section, the line is in the ‘golden ratio’. Numerically, it’s around 1.618:1, often referred to by the Greek letter φ (phi).

Backside of the main mirrored frame. A selection of some of the tools I use from 6:30 clockwise...metric steel rule, Swiss veining chisel, blk. & wht. Arkansas slipstones, 8" blk. Arkansas stone, sharpening oil, Japanese carving knife, spiral countersinks for metalworking re-purposed, carved awls for centering holes, number drill index, magnifying lens for me ole eyes, 8" wht. Arkansas stone.

backside of the main mirrored frame—A selection of some of the tools I use from 6:30 clockwise…metric steel rule, Swiss veining chisel, blk. & wht. Arkansas slipstones, 8″ surgical quality blk. Arkansas stone, [$90US in 1973!…maybe made of unobtainium now] sharpening oil, Japanese carving knife, metalworking spiral countersinks re-purposed, carved awls for centering holes, number drill index, magnifying lens for me ole eyes, 8″ wht. Arkansas stone.

Layout:

Where we woodworkers begin. Making the calculations that extrapolate the small paper size to the larger wall hanging, by determining the enlargement ratio, used for all dimensions. In the centre, you may notice the 4.4 factor.

Where we woodworkers begin. Making the calculations that extrapolate the small paper size to the larger wall hanging, by determining the enlargement ratio, used for all dimensions. In the centre, you may notice the 4.4 factor.

Roughing out:

Roughed out as the base gets glued up, to sit in the clamps overnight.

Roughed out as the base gets glued up, to sit in the clamps overnight.

Fulfilment:

  1. NS red maple
  2. NS yellow birch
  3. NS hard maple
  4. African mahogany
The best my lighting allows, showcasing the squarehead or CDN designed [1912] Robertson drive gold plated woodscrews. A tidbit; all gold plating is never 24 carat. At best, it's 23.5. Why? Because pure gold is relatively soft. For plating purposes, gold needs to be hardened. Gold is alloyed with either cobalt [yielding a faint reddish tint] or nickel, [yielding a slight bluish tint].

The best my lighting allows, showcasing the squarehead or CDN designed [1912] Robertson drive gold plated woodscrews. A tidbit; all gold plating is never 24 carat. At best, it’s 23.5. Why? Because pure gold is relatively soft. For plating purposes, gold needs to be hardened. Gold is alloyed with either cobalt [yielding a faint reddish tint] or nickel, [yielding a slight bluish tint].

“Love is bondage, willingly accepted by the free.” ~ Bulent Rauf [a Turkish-British mystic Sufi] 

A little educational history may be appropriate now, from the mid-1970’s forward a few years. Through the US magazine Fine Woodworking, I became introduced to an entirely new wave of doing and speaking about that doing.  This new wave was happening throughout Canada, the USA and Britain.  Likely, it was also expanding throughout other Western countries as well. At that time, independent woodworkers began to cloak themselves with phrases such as designer-makers. Later this ‘overly’ long phrase became abbreviated to simply: makers. I don’t know, perhaps this was a feeble attempt to separate themselves from the old school of traditional cabinet makers, furniture makers and the more boring phrase of being simply a humble-pie—woodworker. Little overt spirituality was conscious to me in that era, since we are not only, nor merely what we do. This is reminiscent of ideas and techniques spreading from continent to continent and to isolated islands with consciousness through the aether, known as the hundredth monkey effect.

Tiger eye cabochons; [8mm + 25mm] the large one is encircled by 1.5mm MOP dots in a Fibonacci sequence spiral...as are so many galaxies.

Tiger eye cabochons; [8mm + 25mm] the large one is encircled by 1.5mm MOP dots in a Fibonacci sequence spiral…as are so many galaxies.

Quora: The ratio of each successive pair of numbers in the Fibonacci Sequence converge on the golden ratio, [i.e., 1.6184] as you go higher in the sequence.

Laying out the templet for the 4 individual Fibonacci spirals and tiger eye cabs.

Laying out the templet for the 4 individual Fibonacci spirals and tiger eye cabs.

Back to the early ’70s; I realized early on, I would not become a competent woodworker, wishing to practice excellence, if I followed any singular teacher or adopted holus-bolus a methodology as practised by anyone else. It’s one of the reasons for choosing a philosophic name for my first business, i.e., Wood Synthesis. Simply stated; I was never goin’ to be good ’nuff, if I followed other folk’s path. I chose the path straight forward…through the woods so to speak, rather than taking either road at the juncture of the fork. I had to beat a path to find my own drummer with instinct, intuition, knowledge, innate intelligence and plenty of ‘sins’ [missed the mark] in the wood and though cuts on my body.

'Blindly' selected today, from a pack of 52 Follow Your Bliss, inspiration cards.

‘Blindly’ selected today, from a pack of 52 Follow Your Bliss, inspiration cards.

I recall the auction in 1980 in Moira selling all that was superfluous before emigrating to New Zealand how all us woodworkers got together on the driveway showcasing our cuts, missing digits and yuking it all up.  For the most part, we never took ourselves too seriously. The books, magazines, fellow craftsmen and teachers became my mentors.  I lived too far from Toronto to enrol in The Sheridan College of Fine Woodworking under the tutelage of then master, Donald Lloyd McKinley.

Carving end grain is tough work, as it must be completed in one fell swoop, without pounding with the fist.

Carving end grain is tough work, as it must be completed in one fell swoop, without pounding with the fist.

I purchased many books, including all of the 4 series by the Siberian born, Swedish cabinetmaker; James Krenov.  James stressed the intimate nature of the doing, a task so personal, as to defy explanation with any “why”. I watched from afar, as the Toronto school left my work in the dust, as they ventured into art forms expertly crafted by a few of the more recognizable names such as: Paul Epp, Stephen Hogbin, Andrew Poynter of A&M Wood Specialties, Michael Fortune, and lastly a personal friend, Stephen Harris. Stephen was self-taught.  He later passed away in a freak bicycle accident in the city’s High Park in his early 50’s. Unless I’m mistaken, his work is nowhere to be found on the Net. As the Brits say: More’s the pity! I have an autographed book of his work by his widow, Daphne.

“Life IS life, because it’s constantly disappearing. ~ Alan Watts

I was in my early 20’s with a young wife and son.  It was necessary to earn a living.  Since I chose to live in a rural area north of Belleville, ON, I could not provide the income doing experimental work without commissions. I chose contract work making cabinets for homes, businesses, some furniture, millwork and building. In between contracts I provided for my family with the artefacts that gave us a good material existence using the ‘tools’  at my disposal.  Learning from doing.  Self-taught. I earned a living, gleaning much, providing, giving all 3 of my children work on wknds and during summer holidays. They never had to look outside the home for spare cash and were usually paid more than minimum wage in ON for full-time work.

Using the Japanese carving knife, hollow ground on its backside; again, one push to make clean cuts. Hey, it's a meditation, which has also become part of my MO technique!

Using the Japanese carving knife, hollow ground on its backside; again, one push to make clean cuts. The idea is to provide a visual and textural contrast to a highly polished surface by sanding with 320 grit. After the carving, the reverse of the tool is used to ‘harden’ the surface through burnishing. Hey, it’s a meditation, which has also become part of my MO.

Wiki: The golden ratio is also called the golden mean, divine proportiondivine section, golden number or golden section.

I’m composing this chapter in late March, during the COVID-19 pandemic response, when all of Canada, including the province where I reside, NS, is mostly under lockdown, with no more than 5 allowed to congregate.

“Our lives are as bubbles in boiling water, which, appear, rise to the surface, pop and disappear into the aether.” ~ Leo Tolstoy

Recently, a CBC Music announcer gave the following words before a playing of the master’s Symphony #2.

beethoven

All of us Ontario woodworkers felt similarly.

Initially, I wanted to develop my own style of making.  It would cherish the ideal of ∅ tool marks.  That meant no sanding scratches, file cuts, saw marks, loose fits and so on.  I still sand to 320 grit.  Why?  Because, eye see it; c’est tout. Eventually, I developed a passion for texturing, using carving chisels and my belovèd, beveled Japanese carving knife. I’ve been chip carving, texturing in different styles for over 35 years now.

The many grades of sandpaper from 80 grit—320. Yup, work it down to the bone;, then, it becomes fire starter for the woodstove. The Universe eats its garbage!

The many grades of sandpaper from 80 grit—320. Yup, work it down to the bone; then, it becomes fire starter for the woodstove. The Universe eats its garbage!

“A person lives two lives at the same time, material and spiritual, for each of which, there are laws. The law of material life is work.  The law of spiritual life is love. If you break the law of material life, that is, work, then inevitably, you will break the law of spiritual life, which is, love.” ~ Leo Tolstoy

If one does a search on the Golden Ratio and the Fibonacci sequence, many links will spring forth.  Some stretch the truth, others are simply over the top.  I’ve chosen this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mozmHgg9Sk&t=440s

🙏 Thanks so much for reading my scribblings here, hear? 🤗

I AM John Gabriel Ötvös, aka jayöh.