Behind each title, a monolithic mystery
Should I handle this as a mathematical question, or be more existential? Let’s see: 125 ml of solution, absorbed by a porous surface of 0.8 sq.m (it does give me a number, but devoid of significance.) Try the other way: wood, lightly rubbed with an oil (it does provide me with a sense of enriched colour). Not sure…
Today was my second application of a selected treatment to the butcher block. When you rub the liquid around with your fingertips, there’s a tactile element. I would have missed that part, completely, if I’d gone tech and used tiny bristle brushes. And waiting for the surface to “dry”, not sure if that’s even an applicable condition, showed me why generations of craftspeople have got so involved with wood.
For now, I’m remaining conservative. The plastic sheets will be left in place until I believe in my effort. That is, watching a bead of water form in response to a careless spill.
Our lane clearance happened again this morning. Twice in a week, without any intervention on my part. I could learn to like this part of winter.
The nominations for the next Oscar ceremony were announced this morning. Once again, due to my failure to frequent any local cinema, the mystery of what is behind each title looms, monolithic. Must check with the young fellow and see how the “stream on demand” trick works when new content is a target. I can’t depend on the fifty year timelapse of YouTube much longer. And no, I’m not going to town to share popcorn debris.
