Jimmany, if I weren’t already embracing the cowgirl spirit. I really appreciate Savory’s approach to acknowledging global issues, and posing solutions that *restore* the environment while feeding people.

For when you have some moments to spare. After first watching this a couple years ago, in tandem with my trade school experience I really got to thinking about tools. As Mr. Pagel draws light onto the fact that language evolved as a tool to exploit cooperation I was becoming increasingly aware of this expansion of how I comprehend tools. And resources for that matter. Inspirational resource bases, technical resource bases, and natural resource bases along with our application of them are what got me chewing on the idea of destiny design.

I have a unique spot at work, being fresh in construction but also curious, being a female who has holes in her shoes, and being able to use a table saw and my intuition have only highlighted my drive to shake up the industry. I care about my coworkers, a large portion are friends outside of campus. I care about the material and quality of the end result.

Lastly, in my current read, ‘Only Cowgirls Get the Blues’
Nostalgically soaking up Bonanza Jellybean’s letter to Sissy she is describing a take of a fellow cowgirl’s on the notes of masculine and femininity:

“…she says the capacity for motherhood is the source of women’s strength. Only women stand between technology and the destruction of nature. If we’re ever going to get the world back on a natural footing, back in tune with natural rhythms, if we’re going to nurture the Earth and protect it and have fun with it and learn from it- which is what mothers do with their children- then we’ve got to put technology (an aggressive masculine system) in its proper place, which is that of a tool to be used sparingly, joyfully, gently, and only in fullest cooperation with nature. Nature must govern technology, not the other way around…”

My gosh darn ambition is propagated all around me, keeps me sane about my messy little life.

This is a photo of a thirteen foot long walnut cutting block table top getting prepped for finish and a close up after. There are over 1,300 individual pieces in this bugga making it both a marvel to look at and task to move.

“Difficulties illuminate existence, but they must be fresh and of high quality.”

“…[after an eight-year whirl-wind] to what I actually was. A tomboyish girl who liked both boys and girls depending on the person. I had spent a year photographing this new generation of girls much like myself who fell kindof between the lines. Girls who skateboarded but they did it in lacy underwear, girls with boy hair cuts who wore girlie nail polish, girls who had eye shadow to match their scraped knees…girls who all hated being boxed into anything.”
-iO Tillett Wright 50 Shades of Gay Ted Talk

This one.

I been havin’ me some dense days out in the Valley Isle.  My method of sporting overalls and a smile at my new job has been a success, I got a raise yesterday.  Getting paid to gain experience, shoot shit with the boys on the floor, and handle beautiful material is a pretty wonderful deal.  Not to mention this view on the drive 4,000 feet up to the place I call home each day, generally with a spliff in hand..
 

It is a growing experience for me to be back here, the feeling of non-linear-coming-at-you-from-all-angles development is nice.  I am comfortable enough with myself and happy with my new and old friends here to have a nice opportunity for that whole composing myself for the next step game.

While I am sharing views, enjoy what I got to admire over a weekend brunch recently:
 

I was on top of a hill taking this photo on the south side of the island when I got a call back from these guys: www.mauicustomwoodworks.com, I will admit it was not a bad place to find out you got a job.

This one.

Gratitude is wine for the soul.  Go on.  Get drunk.