An end to scavenging...

I so love the inorganic and especially within such suburbs as Glen Innes where on one hand there seems to be a ignorance of antiques, which has them appearing occasionally within the dross, combined with a humility in their enactment.

That means poor mans old stuff and ignorance is too strong a word, above, whilst humility isn't strong enough but with the two used together in the same sentence it may well be that intuitively you understand what I'm trying to say within my paucity with the English language.

I went out again, in my cherishable little  vehicle scarcely laden with the tools of noble disinterment, to firstly review past scrubland not properly weeded (I realised that on the first pass I was blind with excitement and left behind details that upon reflection might, indeed, be required) and to then widen my perspectives of anthropological significance as I went into areas yet to be understood.

Am I guilty of franchising my own dreams with validity as I wander from pile to pile or is it true that ennobling the ignoble is  a pastime worthy, as a metaphor, of self discovery?

Nobility though may be a concept worth perusing as it seems that the idea of steampunk is one where the nobility, not so much the use of the word as stratifying contextualisation - but the question of what is noble and worthy, possibly inherent in a past age offers us a way to discover our own nobility. within this age that seems hell bent on scraping away with brighter and brighter indulgences something which we feel then as a residual lack as we take bigger leaps into the technology that so engulfs us.

Not that Steampunk has grown from a fear so much as an intuition of scarcity.

But what has this to do with wandering around with wide eyes perusing piles of rubbish? High thoughts with ones feet in the mire?

For me it has significance for the immune systems of our intellectual lives. That it is both healthy and strengthening if we subject the solidity of our conceptualism of the world to the slippery and the slidery... that we push down the hill of the possibly turgid these constructs of advantage and significance and review them for cracks and weaknesses when they hit bottom and the inertia of travel subsides to entropy within an altogether different environment.

This is the sound system I'll use as the basis for a cabinet which I'll then get to Simon for him to decorate. The power socket has been cutoff so I have no idea whether it'll work but given my understanding of such things... it could, but I'm going to use it as is anyways with a hint of the blithe as in 'Who's ever going to use it for the intended purpose anyways so what difference will it make if it works" which may actually be an ironic statement to the whole theoretical basis of steampunk.

And this is the work of Simon so you can imagine easily why my little oversite of having something actually work, when combined with my cabinet making and his talent at decoration will make the inadequacy of the object, as something with a purpose, will be undoubtedly mote.