Tuesday, 24 April 2018

I've just remembered: I wrote a book! (sort of)

Well, when I say I've written a book...I wrote this diary of a young boy, a loooong time ago.

And guess what, I've just found the first micro story on my computer!

I guess you want to read it now. Amazingly, here it comes!

"Eldi's dairy:

June 1972: 

Today was a really bad day. Daniel and I had a race in the schoolyard . He pushed me and I broke my glasses. I chipped a tooth and Mrs Cooper, our teacher, gave me some plaster. I tried to mend my tooth with it,but the plaster does not stick to my tooth. 
I wonder what teeth are made of. Daniel says they are made of bones and that the skin on them is so thin, you can see through it. He says he has never  brushed his teeth,  he doesn't want to damage the skin on it. He reckons I'll probably lose mine very soon, as I have been brushing them for such a long time.

He calls me a loser. I don't mind."  

Saturday, 21 April 2018

A renaissance (of sort).

Well, hello there.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

My last post was written last year. A lot of things have happened since then. That being said, a lot of things happen all the time, don't they?

So: let me tell you what I am doing. Well, no, let me tell you what I want to talk to you about, because there are a lot of things I'm doing that I really wouldn't like to tell you about. Just because, really.

Here is the thing: you know I am an engraver, right? And I work on commission, etc. Well, I've done that for many, MANY years. But the trouble is: I have never really taken time to engrave stuff for the people that I care about. People that have impacted on my life in one way or another. They know I'm not too bad at engraving, but they don't own anything that I've done. That's wrong. Because they matter to me.

So, I want to change this. BIG TIME! LOOK AT THOSE CAPS, HEY? Oooops, sorry, I got carried away there.

So, these people: I am going to treat them with stuff that I've engraved exclusively for them, because they are good people. Good people deserve good things and you need to show them you appreciate them before you or they are gone. It's that simple.

The first person who'll receive one of my engraved gifts is a guy who wrote a song for me, a while ago. Yep, that is right, he blooming wrote a song for me simply because I asked him to. It's a really good song too. It's about beards. Because you see, I am making a documentary about beards. I want to go to those places where men have beard rallies and I want to understand what makes them tick.

But anyway: this guy, he is a guitar player and I said to him: "dude, your song is awesome, I'd like to thank you by engraving a guitar pick!" He said something like "WOW" and also "O.K, but no rush". So yeah you guessed it, I did not rush things. And time just kept on doing its "time" thing, which is infuriatingly always, always moving forwards. At an alarming speed. Typical.

And so, recently, I've been thinking more and more about this small thing: I'm not immortal. What if I die before I've engraved those gifts? Well, that would be very annoying, we agree on that, don't we?

This is why this morning, I started working on the guitar pick project. I've bought a copper sheet last week and I've made the plectrum. ( I did not write "pick" because I did not want to repeat the word "pick" and also to show you that I know the word "plectrum". Are you impressed yet?)

So, this pick/plectrum is sawn and filed, ready to be adorned.

What do you think about that, hey? Personally, I'm chuffed!