Pavement Man

Greetings,

As you can see I am struggling to get one piece of life's machinery connected to another piece of life's machinery. It's a strange yet essential way of working here. We use our hands to make these wonderful time-saving efficient machines, like an asphalt street thing-a-ma-jig and then, wham, stuff gets clogged in the line and they call me.

I am Mr. Unclog and I've been opening and closing these lines for decades. It's a job and it ain't glamorous. It puts food on the table, keeps a roof over my family's head and supports my wife and children. It's an honorable trade and I'm the best in the business.

The next time you drive down a smooth as silk, perhaps glass street somewhere in the world feeling the steady singing hum of your tires on asphalt you may remember the old guy with the oily hands who cleared the line to make it all possible.

Peace.

Ride

You need a spring bike. Shiny chrome silver sparkling star wheels spinning spiral freedom. Zoom around, meet strangers, smile and push the pedals.

Get away from home, family zombies in their apathetic emotional wasteland and their daily endless charade of money, power and control.

Why, oh long cry, sigh, buy now, get one free, does a kid care about all that?

"What I do today is important because I am paying a day of my life for it. What I accomplish must be worthwhile because the price is high."

Spin them wheels sweetheart, take amazing risks.

Peace.

International Worker's Day

Greetings,

May Day. May all the world's workers find their freedom. Create with machines, toil the soil.
A textile factory worker. A carpet weaver and son. Trash collectors. A farmer.

Peace.

My work, my face, my hands

Greetings,

I work with my hands. They are my tools. I make balconies and beautiful iron and steel structures. This is my life. This is my job, my work, my passion.

I work in an area of town filled with friends, voices and hammers. Do you remember the ancient dying art of blacksmithing? I come from a long line of blacksmiths. My working environment is filled with the daily music of hammers on metal. Listen carefully to the forging of metal.

Peace.

Primitive life

Hello Earthlings on your amazing little day.

Here's a thought for you when you feel alone.

"Primitive life is very common and intelligent life is fairly rare...some would say it has yet to occur on earth." - Steven Hawking.

He also said, "Watch out if you meet an alien. You could be infected with a disease with which you have no resistance."

Hmm, a disease. Maybe love, kindness, travel, artistic passion, 1,001 nights and laughter meets the criteria. Insert your disease here __________.

It's snowing flower petals. It's snowing flowers in April.

Or, as the Chinese hunter said to the alien using a photo machine, "You gotta hunt if you want to eat."

So simple. Amazing.

Peace.