I should probably be working on my exhibition for London, but procrastination duties call and I solved a simple problem I’ve had for quite a while. I always am unsure of the postage rates for sending a letter inside the US, as well as outside the US. The stamps I have in my desk seem to always be a few versions back so I always need to tack on the little 2-cent and 3-cent upgrades in a sort of random fashion. When I try to get down to business and figure out the real rates, I go online to the USPS Postage Calculator and stress out with all the options. So I simplified the process a bit with a little hack. My sincere apologies that this is only useful for folks that live in the States.
Recently on the way to speak at TED, I had the rare opportunity to visit a secret Japanese garden tucked away in a residential neighborhood in the Bay area. The invitation came from a reader of LOS who wanted to show me his lifework–a garden that has been evolving for over forty years that has never entered the public eye. He wanted me to experience the garden and to give my simplicity perspective on it all. I don’t usually wander into unknown territories at the invitation of strangers, but this seemed worth the risk.
The garden wasn’t large, but like most Japanese gardens feels larger than it really is. There is some trick that Master gardeners use with the subtle shaping of the land, the proportions within the system of rocks, and the bent boughs of the trees that define the character of the garden. The elderly but robust creator of this garden was proud to say how he spent a great deal of time moving a giant boulder a few feet, or maybe even just rotating it a few degrees to achieve perfection. Or else moving entire trees from one spot to another. He was in search of the moving target of harmony within a living landscape.
I was surprised to hear him describe the different male-ness and female-ness of the trees. He didn’t mean the actual sex of the trees, but the visual character of their trunks. A tree with bark that was firm and rough he referred to as a “male” tree; another tree with smooth and soft characteristcs he referred to as a “female” tree. To achieve balance he insisted that one had to have another. The fact that the differences were what ultimately defined the balance gave me a smile.
As I had to leave for TED, I reluctantly stepped out of his garden to head for my rental car, and instantly entered normal Californian suburbia. I was struck by the 6th Law of context. His garden made me forget everything around me … or else made me appreciate so much more what I had experienced. I do hope to return to this secret garden once more in my lifetime.
From where I stayed in Milan, I could wake up and see one of the famed glass domes of Galleria Vittoria Emanuele which has remained the same since the 1860s. The Town House Galleria is the world’s first “seven star” luxury hotel. In addition to the unique views possible in this tiny but comfortable hotel was a private butler for each room.
My butler, Vitto, had an interesting story to tell. Vitto was Italian and had worked as a butler for eight years. Since Vitto was so used to using his hands to communicate as part of Italian culture, he was faced with the yearly challenge of gradually removing and reduce-ing his facial and animated hand gestures. Vitto had mastered the art of having his two white gloved hands resting in a perfect downward V-formation in front of his completely erect body with no visible expression. There was some clear virtue to being able to express no emotion at all with maximum economy of movement, as the sign of a truly confident butler.
I must admit by the end of my stay, I wish that Vitto showed more emotion but I guess if he did so, he wouldn’t seem so distant and powerful to me. Do you want a doctor that tells a lot of jokes to operate on you? Or instead one that seems extremely serious. Commonsense would make you choose the more serious one. But maybe she’s too stressed out? The one that laughs more might be better balanced in personality, and also thus so professionally. Medical decisions. There’s an area that could use some simplicity.
My body’s still on the mend from a bad cold so my mind’s still a few miles behind me. Pardon my non sequitur on the butler. I can say with confidence that the butler made me do it.
Shortly after I arrived in Milan, I ordered a green tea. By the time I was to finally leave the cafe, I realized that the little decorative display that came with my tea was functional — my mind sort of blocked it out as being a lemon slice and instead interpreted it as some kind of flower. Looking at it now, the shrouded toothpick seems to signal a kind of warning to me to “stay away”; and furthermore green tea is not normally served with lemon. There was a mixup of competing context-s for my attention, and my jetlag wasn’t helping any bit.
That’s okay as in the end, I didn’t have to mutilate the lemon slice and managed to preserve the arrangement in its original state to live forever in a photograph.



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