Art & the seasons · April 2, 2026

What (on earth) do the seasons of the year have to do with art? you may ask, very reasonably.

Quite a bit, if the art-making is simply too dusty to be done indoors, and intended to be shown at exhibitions with fixed dates.

For the last several years, I've participated in two local exhibitions, both of them in the fall. This has been a mixed blessing. On the one hand, it's given me an opportunity to share my work with the community. On the other, popular art isn't the same as inspired art. I do not aspire to be the McDonald's of North Shore art. And the timing has been unfortunate: I end up rushing to get started on things in the spring, just at the time when many outdoor chores are calling, and there isn't quite enough of me to go around. Everything that must be done gets done, but some things that should be don't. From April through December I feel like I'm running on reserve.

So, this year, I am not working toward participating in the shows. It certainly makes for a more relaxed spring, and I feel that the art that I'm working on is at least as good as it would have been if intended for a broad audience.

Who knows, in the end I may decide to show some of it.

Locks · March 31, 2026

My cars, in recent years, have come with proximity sensors so that they unlock themselves as I approach with the key in my pocket, and lock themselves when I walk away. I have come to appreciate this convenience, especially on cold days when I am wearing gloves and have my hands full of various stuff.

I've tried to find a similar device for the front door of my house, with little success. There are various smart locks, which usually work by having the owner do something with a cell phone. But cell phones are less convenient to carry than keys, are not operable with winter gloves or hands full of groceries, and are far fussier in their maintenance requirements than mechanical keys. You'd think that some enterprising soul would see a marketing opportunity here!

The latest automobile, alas, requires a cell phone for full routine operation. So I've lost that battle. But my reluctant acceptance of the sad reality opens the door (pun intended) to a front door lock that opens when the phone is within Bluetooth range. So far, unlocking has worked very nicely.

I have yet to experiment with automatic locking. It's clearly possible when carrying a cell phone, but there are sometimes when that would be a nuisance or worse – for instance, going outside to shovel snow or do yard work.

No man is an island · January 5, 2026

No man is an island,
Entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,
As well as if a promontory were:
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were.

Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.

— John Donne

At this time, we might replace "Europe" with "the Americas" or "man's habitat."

I enjoy reading and I enjoy music. Recently I wanted to order a copy of Philipp Spitta's Johann Sebastian Bach: a, or the, canonical biography of one of the major classical composers. Finding used copies of books in Europe in their original languages has been one of the small joys of my life for many years. Alas, that is not possible now, with the elimination of the de minimis tariff exemption. Eventually, I managed to find a U.S. bookseller who had a few surplus copies of an out-of-print edition from Hamburg.

I doubt my purchase of an out-of-print book in from a small German bookstore would have taken away from American jobs. But xenophobia is thriving. I am a peaceful soul and won't try to combat it. It wouldn't do any good anyway. (The situation does call to my mind the Nazi book-burnings.)