There are a lot of invisible forces in our lives. Gravity is nice, because it's consistent. Always in one direction, unless you meddle. Things have weight, they have inherent power, because they can accelerate. Straight down. Dependably.
Our tether to gravity is visible, it has knots. So too do our invisible ties. That may be why certain men are drawn to work with ropes, work at height. There's the persistent promise that you will surely be pulled away, predictably. Probably in an unpredictable fashion.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Ever wanted a wine rack made from a trilobite? Done. A perfect specimen of psilomelane? Yes. A shiny block of purple whateverite? Check. Riebeckite from Russia? Tigereye, lapis lazuli, thunder eggs, jungle jasper, fire agate, emeralds or sapphires? Uvarovite from South America? Dinosaur from Mongolia? Lost Chrysler parts sculpted into a life-size model of Alien VS Predator? Got em. Pterodactyl kites. Petrified wooden tables. I can tell you just where to go. Tucson, Arizona, month of February.
You can buy rocks from tents. You can buy rocks off of tables, fossils from sidewalks, carvings from hotel dressers, boulders from backs of cars, and crystals from bottoms of barrels. I'd be surprised if human skulls were not available somewhere in this town during "the Show."
People walk around carrying wizard staffs buying bags of beads and diamond saw blades. Gem shows are carnivals of weird, studies in the world wide ridiculous. But they are enormously telling. They are about what people want. They are seldom about need, unless your need involves satisfying other people's wants. There are shiny things, yes. Colorful pretty things, yes. But there is some good meat hidden in there between the candy. Some vitamin phenocrysts in the Wonder Bread.
During these 10 hour days selling lapidary tools on the floor of a tent with its own weather system, I'm trying to sniff those gems out. Patience, it may take a while.
Monday, January 14, 2013
The Basin and Range province is loaded with fancy crystals. Where there are fancy rocks, there is money. Where there is money, there are mines. Out here, the paths to nowhere are paths to money. Sometimes the money is there, but sometimes you just end up with a road.