This blog does tend to wander about. I know that some errant fools have decided to follow it because they saw the Louis N Carreras, Woodcarver tag and figured I’d reveal the secrets of carving; only to find that I was on a rant about overpriced bottled water the next day. I do tend to drift. But you see, drifting is fun, and writing about carving every day would eventually get boring…today I removed seven cuts, snick-snick, from the transom of the Ruth P Tarbox. Aside from the occasional bits of onomatopoeia, writing that would be boring. And if it bored me, it would bore the readers.
I prefer to be in cahoots with the inner me who has always loved telling tales and is finally getting to inflict his sense of an absurd world on others. To me, the absurd is not about the meaningless toil of the world but the twists and turns people take, creating meaning where none existed before. The essence of my blog is telling little stories that follow their internal logic, sometimes true.
One of my posts was about a friend who married a mermaid. I had a friend, Mahan, who was the drunkest bosuns mate in the entire Navy. His life found new meaning when he met and married Stella. When asked to describe Stella, he always mentioned that she was a mermaid. To sailors, mermaids can represent a host of things: femininity, beauty, transformance, and magic.
Many people took the description as an inside joke. Still, those of us who had known Mahan as a terrible, if amusing, drunk took his description as literal truth because we saw the effect of his relationship with Stella. Stella was a mermaid. And an essence of their relationship was how that relationship helped transform Mahan.
So, if my blog is about anything in particular, it’s about finding meaning in an absurd world and trying to have fun doing it.