All I do is take pictures of this forest.
All I want to do is take pictures of this forest.
Is a spy a Zazen Bozo? Are Zazen Bozo just itinerant spies? We are what we do, even if we tell ourselves we don’t like it or we love it the whole time.
A few years ago I was home sick and a man was repairing the strange stucco ceiling in the very old house I lived in. He was grumbling and complaining and coughing the whole time, swearing up down and left and right. He was frustrated with the dust, with working on a ceiling, with stucco, with God himself.
So I asked him, was this job particularly difficult or unusual?
He said no, he’s an antique stucco specialist and he just gets grumpy sometimes.
All I want to do is take pictures of this forest.
Is a spy a Zazen Bozo? Are Zazen Bozo just itinerant spies? We are what we do, even if we tell ourselves we don’t like it or we love it the whole time.
A few years ago I was home sick and a man was repairing the strange stucco ceiling in the very old house I lived in. He was grumbling and complaining and coughing the whole time, swearing up down and left and right. He was frustrated with the dust, with working on a ceiling, with stucco, with God himself.
So I asked him, was this job particularly difficult or unusual?
He said no, he’s an antique stucco specialist and he just gets grumpy sometimes.
I always thought that was funny. Like a glassblower complaining about the heat of a hot shop, or a teacher who hates kids. Altogether too common a thing, now that I think about it. Some people love their jobs and become them not at all in spite, and I think that’s nice, something to aspire towards.
