I’m going to make a butcher’s block kitchen island in 2013. I’m designing it as I fall asleep every
night. It is going to be better then the likes of this one, but similar.
Also I am pondering on writing a paper about moving mountains…
I know there is a huge symbolism in a mountain that moves for me every time I
drive to my childhood home of Lebanon. On the
road after Greendale in the twisting turns there is a Mountain that looms over
the hills I am winding through. But when
I pass over the river the mountain is nowhere to be seen… I can’t wrap my head
around that yet… I have a mountain that moves for me every time I drive home,
how amazing is that?
And currently I'm full of a weird nervous energy, like I drank 3 pots of coffee. Feels like anything is possible again.


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