Kinetic Toothpicks

This is pretty neat.



I try to use all the time that I can trying to get things done so I can finally use my time to create things. I did that when I was young. Did a lot of creative things, within the harsh limits of self-imposed teenage angst and disappointment. I lost the ability to set aside even that much creative time when I went to college, and never got it back because immediately upon graduation I became a family man. We all know from television what family men do: They work, and when not working make wisecracks and bad decisions. Make stuff, not so much.

One thing I did then that I do a lot more of now is take pictures. I've begin scanning the pictures I took back then. Found this that I did when I was eighteen.

I remember doing it. Fun, it was, and therapeutic. We all needed lots of art therapy at eighteen. Not so long ago, either. Early 1977 was, what, 39 years ago? A Jack Benny lifetime ago? Just like last weekend. Only last weekend I was working late, and hauling a bunch of deco back home from Blackbird, and writing a little bit. Back then I didn't even go to school, much less have much of a job. I had time to make stuff, and play my horn, and write stories. I didn't do those things, much, but I had time. Now I just whine about time, and fail to see how much of it I really have, and then misuse what I find. But I'm working on that.

Next: What I did with some of that time.