This blog will be about my various interests (I know, I know…. how original) and I will also be writing a book on-line.
My interests include:
Art… I have a few artist friends and I buy art occasionally (usually abstract landscapes)
Cooking… I do all the cooking at home for my wife and I. I particularly like barbequing and throwing dinner parties
Carpentry… I used to be a set carpenter in the theatre and I make my own furniture
Gardening… Because I like to cook I also like to use fresh home grown vegetables
Kites… I’ve liked kites from since I was a child. Now that I’m older I’ve started making more complicated kites
Music… I’m tired of Rock and I don’t like most Rap or C&W. I tend to listen to Chill Out, Regae, Jazz and World music.
Photography… Although I studied photography at art college and worked in commercial photography as an assistant most of the photos in this blog are just snap shots
Theatre… I go to the theatre several times a year with my wife and her parents
Travel… I lived overseas for 11 years and I usually go abroad once a year (sometimes more, sometimes less)
When I write about my interests I will try to explain how I did things with either plans, recipes or tips.
My online book will be about my younger years when I did so many dumb things, it’s a wonder I’m still alive. Hopefully they will be seen as amusing cautionary tales.
The reason why I’m writing the about “All the Dumb Things” in a blog is that it forces me to be disciplined and get the stories out of my head into the real world. I see this blog as a place to put down my rough drafts, almost like the framework of a house that I can fill in and decorate as I go. I’ve been finding that as I read what I’ve written, more and more detail is being released from the vaults of my memory.
To help you, dear reader, get a sense of where I’m coming from, I leave you with this quote from the prologue of Hermann Hesse’s book Demian.
“Every person’s life is a journey toward himself, the attempt at a journey, the intimation of a path. No person has ever been completely himself, but each one strives to become so, some gropingly, others more lucidly, according to his abilities. Each one carries with him to the end traces of his birth, the slime and eggshells of a primordial world. Many a one never becomes a human being, but remains a frog, lizard, or ant. Many a one is a human being above and a fish below. But each one is a gamble of Nature, a hopeful attempt at forming a human being.”
So on I stumble, trying to become more of a human being.