spider table

my friend gave this to me, when i moved to the duplex in fort worth, getting a job. i didn't have very much furniture, and she was nice to give me this little side table that she didn't need.

since i got it, i always wanted to change the color, but never did anything to it. i liked the legs, since it is so in wierd balance, and the legs give this table a look of a baby spider with malnutrition (maybe not to you, but to me...), or a look of a dead spider with legs curled up.

i haven't used it for a long long time, since i moved out from the duplex in fort worth, so it's time to let it go. i hope my friend, who is moving to marfa, will take it; it might go to thrift store if she doesn't.

imageries, dismissed

i made a lot of things when i was in school. most of completed "things" of those days had left me, finding home. this set of drawings didn't leave me. it felt right then, since i was very attached to these imageries.

i was talking with one of my friends last june, who was moving to new apartment from the place he lived for almost 10 yrs, and i thought of these drawings that day while we talked. we were specifically talking about the timing of throwing away old art projects and things.

although it's such a cliche, what we were talking that day hit me as a way to move on, emotinally. and that was actually the idea of starting this project of removing "things" from myself. letting things go, and makeing myself lighter.

so these guys will go to trash today.
i will be a bit lighter tomorrow.

broken steps

this is a pair of birkenstock i bought in fort worth more than three years ago.
this pair was falling apart, and not comfortable anymore, but i couldn't get rid of it: it's birkenstock!

even though the leather part was tearing apart, i was wearing these in my garden; it was such a great pair to wear in the garden.

my garden was not doing well this summer, and i don't even water them anymore. i gave it up when i was too busy taking care of myself. now i don't need to wear this falling-apart pair of birkenstock in my garden. so i decided to let these go. if something is not working out, i just have to learn that it's not working out. the life is all about acceptance.

next time when i buy birkenstock, i will buy a pair of shoes, not sandals, for walking around the streets.

a piece of life

i love haruki murakami's writing. some of his stories and writings make me feel that i still have a piece of "me," and i read those so many times.

this book, Underground, is the first murakami's writing that i read in english; a documentation of the sarin gas attack on the tokyo subway by aum shinrikyo in 1995.

i remember that i was waiting for my family at home alone, watching the tv news that day-- every family member was out, and i became scared after finding out one of the subway stations attacked with sarin gas was the one besides my fateher's company, also realizing my mother and sister must have taken subways since they were going for shopping in the city. i felt so by myself gazing at tv.
i remember the maddness that occupied all the tv channels that day; confusion, cry, people on the ground in the garden of hospitals, noises of the police cars, all that i saw on the tv.
luckily, my family members were all safe.

some years had passed, and murakami issued this book. somehow, i couldn't make myself read this murakami's writing in japanse. i tried a couple of times, but it was too "real" in my native languate. i couldn't read through. so when i happend to find this book in a bookstore in the u.s., i finally picked up and started to read. i loved what's in this book.

i didn't expect myself to get rid of this book from my bookshelf, but when erik, my friend from dallas, gave me a book he already read, this came to my mind as a good one for the exchange.

after all, it must be the best way to circulate the book i love; great books should reach out to more people somehow.

magic box 2

so, you have to go, too.

(it's at the marfa thrift, too.)

magic box

i haven't turned this on, probably for more than 1 year, so i realized it's probably time to let it go.
this tv has been with me since 2004. i had a bigger tv before and hated it, so exchanged it with this smaller one that my friend had.

after i moved to marfa, it became "movie player" (, since we don't get any channels without satellite/cable tv).
my dvd/vcr player broke last year (although it was still functioning as a video tape player), and this tv stopped being a tv.
it has been a black box.

sorry, my magic box, you are not under a charm anymore.

it's at the marfa thrift now.

samurai spirit

my father gave me this book one day, maybe 2 or 3 years ago.
it was totally not expected, because:
1.) it's about "bushi-do (samurai spirit)."
2.) this book contains all the script both in japanese and english.
3.) we never talked about inazo nitobe (who wrote this book) ever.

i don't know what he expected me to absorb from this book, but i actually never read more than 1 paragraph.
i didn't learn the core soul of japanese tradition.
...well, maybe it's the color of the book. i don't do well with red (fire) object (like, red clothing items never look good on me), since i'm the year of dragon (a god/spirit of water).

i know somebody who would totally love this book: diego. i hope he would learn some more japanese from this book...