THE LINE

lafayette compound 009

It was a lovely spring day. The sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the wispy clouds added a touch of pastel pleasantness to it all.

Quizzical Abner arose early that morning perplexed as usual (the man had many questions) having just awakened with a REM time voice in his head demanding, “Go stand in line”.

“Who said that?” inquired Quizzical Abner.

“Go stand in line.”

Abner rose from his state of confused repose, made his bed and his breakfast as the memory of the command “Go stand in line” continued to echo through his brain.

After his bowl of oatmeal with walnuts, berries and a touch of honey mixed with six heaping teaspoons of rolled oats and a half-cup of spring water heated for 90 seconds,   Abner said to himself…

“What a lovely spring day. The sun is warm, the birds are singing, and the wispy clouds add a touch of pastel pleasantness to it all; I think I shall go look for that line. Perhaps I shall stand in it.”

And he did; he went for a walk, that is.

He looked everywhere for the line. Up this walk, down that path…

“Where is that line?” Quizicle  Abner inquired; there was no one there to answer his question.

“Excuse me” said Abner to the first person he met. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Abner and the stranger went on her way.

And Abner stood in line.

Eventually, Quizzical  Abner began to fidget. Standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day even though the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to it all.

Impatient and needing to do something, anything at all with his hurried, inquisitive self (Abner was a man with questions) he decided to return to his spring day walk. While strolling down the long sidewalk stretching before him Abner thought to himself, “You know, I probably received the wrong information from that stranger. Perhaps that was not the line, after all. It must be somewhere else. If I hurry to find the right place I may very well be the first person in line; that would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?” He asked this question even though there was no one there to answer.

Eventually however, someone did come along.

“Excuse me” asked Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Abner and the stranger went on his way.

And once again, Abner stood in line.

And as before, Abner eventually began to fidget. He observed once again that standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day; what with the sun so warm, the birds asinging and the clouds though wispy, adding a touch of pastel pleasantness to it all.

But  Quizzical Abner stood his ground.

Standing in line, Abner wondered to himself, “If this is the line where are the rest of the people?”

Time went on. It was beginning to feel as though he had been standing in line forever.

Eventually however, another stranger approached.

“Excuse me” asked Abner. “Do you know where the line begins?”

“I believe it starts right here,” came the reply.

Abner thought to himself that perhaps he should invite this person to join him. That way, there really would be a line.

“Would you like to stand in line? asked Abner.

“Thank you for asking” replied the stranger; “But this line is much too long” and continued on his way; “Have a nice day”.

Surprised at the stranger’s remark, Quizzical Abner turned around. Behind him was a line of people that seemed to wend its way into Eternity. All were waiting patiently, no one was talking to anyone. “After all” observedQuizzical  Abner (the man with questions) “who wants to talk to the back of someone’s head?”

But as soon as he formed the words, Abner realized that he was now looking into someone’s face, someone who until seconds ago had been studying  the back of  Abner’s head.

“Hi my name is Abner; what’s your name?”

“Dalton” she replied and began to introduce him to several other people behind her. There was Morris, there was Scott and Blanca her centenarian grandmother had come along; her name was Albina Mary.

Albina Mary had more stories in her old noggin than Abner had questions. (And as we know, Quizzical Abner was after all, a man with many questions).

Within minutes this part of the line was starting to look more like a party. And others further back, noticing that the restraints previously defined by the unspoken rules of Linedom had now been broken, began to emulate the conversational opportunities now being made available to them all. As the line evaporated into groups of animated friendliness, everyone gradually migrated to a nearby park.

By the end of this lovely spring day, the sun still warm, the birds no longer singing and the once wispy clouds having surrendered their touch of pastel pleasantness to the gathering cloak of darkness, Quizzical Abner decided to go home, a practical decision (a part of himself with whom he was not very well acquainted wanted to stay and talk with his new friends) and he did just that; went home, that is.

As Abner crawled under the crisp, clean sheets he thought about the day and was oh, so very grateful.

The next morning Quizzical  Abner crawled out of bed, ate a bowl of oatmeal with walnuts, berries and a touch of honey mixed with six heaping teaspoons of rolled oats and a half-cup of spring water heated for 90 seconds and went out to greet another lovely spring day; the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to it all.

Quizzical  Abner (the man with many questions who now had some answers) thought to himself “I think I shall go stand in line.”

And he did.

A modern fable by Lee Broom

DETAILS

Lee_Broom

As a residential designer I am concerned with design. The client is concerned with décor.

As a designer I am concerned with continuity. The client is concerned with preserving and noting the identity of the family who will live there.

As a designer I want design to be the top priority. The client wants to be the top priority.

Therefore…..

As a business man, if my business is to be a success, it must have clients. Those clients’ needs must be met. To meet the clients’ needs I must know a lot about these people whose needs are to be served.

I need to know how they live, what their hobbies are, their professions, their families, their pets, their possessions. I need to know how they view their possessions. Some people are all about nostalgia; others see possessions as an inventory of replaceable stuff. This is the most difficult part of cave design.

I read an article recently by a well-educated designer whose credentials would have made an interesting and rather lengthy post. Her topic was entitled “The differences Between an Interior Designer and an Interior Decorator”. The article was brief, the photography abundant and more telling than she. The only difference mentioned was that the Designer must have credentials. The Decorator need not be so endowed. And then I looked at the photography.

The lack of continuity was obvious.

Now there are some very famous and highly qualified designers whose knowledge of Stuff is impeccable and vast.  I know one fellow for example, who spends much more time traveling, buying and shipping back container-loads of stuff than  he does designing the multi-million dollar abodes that attend to the needs of his clientele. He can be in and out of a twelve thousand foot home in three weeks. Two weeks for the walls and floors, one week to point and say “Put it there.” Even the drawings and elevations are done by subordinates.

My point is that the difference between Only Decorating and Designingr is defined not by credentials but by knowledge. Talent helps but knowledge draws clients and those clients yet more clients. Yes, though the most essential part of design is continuity, the first priority of business is customers.

One priority need not conflict with the other.

 

The Journey ~ The Search ~ The Discovery

 

Lee_Broom

The Journey ~ The Search ~ The Discovery

The journey to superiority reveals no truth.

The search for proof serves only the seeker.

Those who teach, learn little.

Those who encourage others to learn have taken steps toward peace, knowledge and self-respect.

Those who seek power over others enslave themselves.

In order to experience love one must love one’s self.

In order to love one’s self one must know self-respect.

In order to respect one’s self one must be willing to serve others with no expectation of reward.

WHEN COWS FLY (Did I get that right?)

 

Flying-cow--16791

WHEN COWS FLY (Did I get that right?)

 

When birds fly, when ants forage, when religions are born, when governments collapse, there is a principle involved; it has nothing to do with education, intelligence, with social history or for that matter, any noticeable measure of sanity. It is present in all group activity. It requires only the most basic instinctual fragment of decision-making. The leader of the pack says “North”, “South”, “East” or “West”.

The pack members notice only the constituent to the left or the right and follow the observed movements. With starlings, it is called murmeration. With cattle it is hanging out with the herd. With bees it is buzzin’ aroun’ with yer buddies and with people it is the nod of a hundred heads to the command “Let’s get’er done.”

Q: “So, where is the artist?”

A: “Just follow the cow, my friend; just follow the cow.”

 

THE BIRTH OF EVER

385256_3715251858495_1762925520_n

 

Day 1: The memory of all events begins simultaneously with the physical occurrence of the first.

Day 2: Eternity occurs in an instant.

Day 3: The Memory of Forever occurs in less than a trillionth of a second.

Day 4:  God begets His Great Self with the SNAP of His Metaphysical Fingers.

Day 5: Every event but the first one is a response to the one before it.

Day 6: The result: Total Knowledge of past and future events.

Day 7: The result: Total Love.