It's always strange when you meet up with an old, well, not a friend, exactly, but someone who's brain you've always admired (breadth and depth...also, interestingly only to me, a J.C.) and you find out they have a blog.

And a lot of the grand opinions you had about them are confirmed, but you start reading all this philosophical stuff they profess and it kinda scares you.

And you realize that the tenuous connection you had with them is a speck beside this overwhelming interest they hold in their lives that you knew little about and--actually--scares you a bit.

And you wonder what you--never known for your silver tongue or your easy dissembling--will say/think/feel to them/about them the next time you see them.

This false internet honesty creeps me out sometimes.

Just a quick post...a quick online promise to use my unexpected unemployment well.

The three boxes, one tube and one mirror I've been working on will be transformed from nearly complete to complete, and I will post them on Etsy and advertise to my friends.

I will also foray to the outside furniture junk pile and assess the pair of barstools AND the metal chair frame for soundness...and start stripping them!