Chapter 1: Give A Man A Fish

posted Sep 28, 2012, 10:25 PM by Scott Bickmore   [ updated Sep 28, 2012, 11:46 PM ]
[2.62x4.25" ]

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(books made from record covers)

“Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today.  Teach a man to fish; and you have fed him for a lifetime”—Author unknown

I want to start my book. Other people are starting. I should too. Lately I like this one. It has utility. It's easy to make. It's the Golden Rectangle that happens after folding printer paper three times. I guess that's important. I fussed over this and different sizes. I found the rectangle in other books. I found it in Dan's posts and I guess I got flustered about being the fisherman. Of course, a fisherman taught me how to fish, and I certainly didn't invent the fish and fishing and how-to fish.

Marshall grabbed one of my videos today too. I still wasn't decided on what to do with the footage. I was considering transcribing it. I like the transcription, like what Deborah Solomon does with her interviews. Something happens with the words. They get refined. I thought maybe the video was more immediate but then I was thinking, no, Deborah's way is immediate, going into the brain better, or just a certain way I wanted to preserve. Anyway, I was thinking on that and keeping it on the shelf while I keep doing the math and realizing the numbers are way off with my head in the clouds again sans food, company and confidence...

This little record book has been my bootstraps. I use it to:
  1. Organize my thoughts
  2. List "worms"
  3. Write down people's names so I can remember them
People seem to appreciate it when you remember their names. It's important in teaching I learned, maybe the most important thing. I keep saying, there is no self. Identifying with things and definition only causes problems. It just gives you something to dismiss or disagree with. Someone is bad and now they're done. So I say: only consider the behavior. Treat everyone the same. Think of the "good of the people," like Ben Frank did I think.

And yet, there is this thing lingering around still...this self, and maybe it is all the same but whatever it is, it has a name and wants to be heard. And I hear that desire. It sounds good and it feels good. I keep listening, though, and the song gets old and I think I hear undertones or overtones and other vibrations in the strands and fabric which constitutes us and everything else, and I think there's more music...and dancing too...

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