Jun

26

or at least, there should be some organ music accompanying this little blog, as it is more of an inspirational thing that i am writing about today, and to be quite above board here i should also tip my do-rag in the general direction of firesign theater for the title above.it’s a nasty rainy morning on the island today, and i wasn’t exactly disappointed to find out that the port had been closed– i was already WET all over from getting rained upon when i dropped a regulator off for a tune-up and picked up my nitrox tanks from the fill place– HOME, JAMES!! was my thought, and i changed into warm dry duds when i got here. i wanted to work on some waxes, but every time i sat down in there i did just that– sit– and so i have let it go for the day, deciding to get some other stuff done.

this last week i went out to work for a friend of mine in town, who uses my help when things get a little busy, or she needs something special done. jorge (the other divemaster) and i were to go out and guide some people from a dive shop called, i think, saguaro divers out of arizona (as much as i have a great memory, names somehow escape me), along with another divemaster dude called flash, who had a smaller, but affiliated, group. nine peeps in our group, composed of 5 regular divers and 4 quadrapalegic divers. first, i must explain that i was as dumb as a stick here, i had always ASSUMED (and we all know what “assume” does, no? makes an ass of u and me!!) that the term quadrapalegic meant that the person had no use of all four limbs– however, i was soon to find out that in reality it refers to the point in the spine where the spinal cord was cut/damaged. all four divers had some use of their hands, and one was able to walk, although with a little care.

getting them all aboard and off the boat into the water, back into the boat and then dropping them at thier pier took a little learning, but one of the first things i found out about them was that there was not a whiner in the bunch– they were all pretty darn motivated and easy to deal with. each had his/her own handler, to help them with the actual act of diving, but two of them pretty much did their own diving with little or no assistance.i dove all week with these people, in conditions ranging from easy to downright dangerous, and they were all first class clients, full of sass and good cheer. now, i don’t want to homilise about this, but i was truly impressed with their vigor and courage, the way that they interacted with their handlers– who, i should mention, were perfectly splendid men and women in their own right– insert sounds of applause here– and the way that they all kept putting themselves out there, pushing the envelope as it were. i was humbled and impressed. i salute them from the heart!!

after the five days i was tuckered out and ready for some serious kicking back, but late in the afternoon i got a call from another dive shop– they had a sudden call for a night dive, and could i come and help them out PLEEEEEEZE? sigh. all right.

oog. 23 divers and 4 divemasters on one boat. i had six people and we jumped where we usually get out of the water, as the current was running backwards. they didn’t mention that it was also sortuv raging out there– ZZZZOOOOMMMM!! not much time for stopping, but we did find a lot of big crabbage, plenty of lobsters, a couple of octopus, some toadfish and, right at the end, a beautiful large squid. what formed a constant during the tank was the huge gi-normous school of silversides– small fish– that were everywhere– so many of them ran into me that at times it was like being peppered with buckshot!! beautiful and sparkley and moving like an ephemeral mood at times, shifting in and out of view, it formed a little optical illusion as background for the tank.

it was 10:30 by the time i was driving back home again, and i passed by palapitas, a local place on the beach, where i knew the saguaro cats were all having themselves a ball, but i was squoze dry by then, and i just waved as i passed on by– thanks for the memories, you peeps– hope to see you again!!

Jun

19

i have been trapped in a circular wordbooker problem, and had to call in the BIG GUN– ms jo lynn, who proceeded to make her magic and so hopefully this little bloggeroo will make it all the way to the facebook page.

BUT!! this means that my last REAL blog– as opposed to all those other ones that i wrote, explaining why the blog hadn’t shown up on the facebook page, which i have consigned to the deepest locker of davy jones (a tip o’ the do rag here to johnny depp), and which you shall be unable to read– hmmm, where was i again? oh yeah, i have a new blog that can be read now, on my website, so you’re gonna hafta punch a few buttons to see it, but well worth the effort if i remember it correctly– first, go to www.caribbeanrance.com, and then prop your feet up, haul a cold one outta the fridge, and read away on “#34– a thousand pardons, effendi”– let me know how the trip was!!

Jun

10

for it has been quite some time since i have blogged. busy i suppose, but also not the right energy that i like to have to compose one of these things. this would tend to suggest that today i DO have that specific energy, but for the life of me, i cannot tell– still and all, here i am, babbling on in my official “preamble”, heavy on the “amble”.

shot the above photo one morning walking along the maleco’n– the avenue running along the waterside– with a good friend of mine. i usually take a walkabout on the mornings when i am not going out to dive, but like all stupid humans i become a victim of habit, but this particular morning we walked at an earlier time than i usually do, and voila’!!– as those of perhaps a french persuasion might say– the good light and a great shot was found.

brujas– “witches” in spanish– is the name of these ubiquitous flowers that bloom in profusion at this time of the year, magically springing out from nowhere, lining walks and streets all over. it is a signal that the rainy season is here, but we have had precious little rain, past a couple of deluge-like days less than a week ago. the island is parched and thirsty, and i have been watering my tomato plants faithfully, hoping for a bounty– so far i have had about a half-dozen cherry-sized samples– good, but i want to have tomatos galore.

the brujas line my sidewalk towards the front yard, where i walk out, passing under the coconut palm tree in the yard, or maybe i should say i pass through the arch of the palm tree and its’ support, which has stood there since the hurricane– i don’t know if i should take it out or not, but it is like entering a different place when i go through it, so i leave it there.

and it IS a bittuva different world that i pass into, walking under that portico– it’s the entrance to my sculpture studio. lest those of you of romantic bent swoon, it is merely a cochera– carport– but it really is a separate reality i find in that space, so feel free to fantasize if you wish. hands– i have about six of them, eight including the ones on the end of my arms– i have been laboring over hands lately, hands in all sorts of forms, in many different poses. the one thing that they all convey is the sense that the substance they are embedded in is in some way being deformed by their influence– squeezed and compressed in some places, in others the “plastic” stone seems to stick to their surface, as if it might have some sort of a miraculous surface tension, the fingers ambling like water walkers on the surface of a pond. but this project i am undertaking, bringing the entire piece up to one consistent finish, is slowly driving me mad. THERE IS SO MUCH FREAKING SURFACE TO DO!! every time i move one line just a little bit, it affects others, like a stone in the abovementioned pond. slowly but slowly i continue to make progress– hey, i have even begun the process of repairing that wild quarry hole in the arm of the upper figure– it is now filled, and awaits a cap, which i am preparing.

i’ve been doing a buttload of diving of late too, with friends and clients and occasionally taking care of some other people’s clients– it went on for several months there, but it would seem i have a sudden “clear spot” here, nothing much happening.

if there is anything i have NOT been doing, it has been photographing my new big seahorse pendant design, to get it onto my website in an official manner. very dumb i know, but it never seems that i have the thought and the energy together at the same time. i shall try to get it together and do the work sometime this week, make some forward progress.

and spain– spain rides the blue horse of my dreams in the night– the mighty lapis skies of spain. trying to scrabble together some sheckels to take another trip come offseason. this year a little closer to the bone, the belt a little tighter, the shoestring a little more frayed. there will be less lucre this year, but it means turning up the “adventure dial” a tetch more. come, let’s toast spain!!happy dreams, y’all!!