Sander Roscoe Wolff

It has been several years in the making but I’m pleased to announce that for all intents and purposes the guitar project is complete. Lots of people asked if I had a name for it and, after pondering for a while, came up with The Sandblaster! This was one of my nick names when I was a kid, and seemed to sound like a guitar (a la Telecaster). I hope to take better pix at some point, but this was the best I could muster right now:

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We all have moments of weakness, when we do things we know we shouldn’t. We make choices based on motivations we really don’t understand and, sometimes, the consequences of those choices can be unpredictible. Such was the case a few months back when I went to an auction to sell some stuff. Here are some photos of what I left with:

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I was rummaging through some of the endless photo folders on my computer and found this:

Here are two shots taken at The Photon Ballet:

Here are two shots of people enjoying my piece, Transduction:

There were many amazing performances and, within those, many amazing moments. I took lots of photographs but these two really knocked me out:

Since I was travelling North to celebrate my father’s birthday, I wanted to give him a gift that he’d find both practical and a bit luxurious. I pressed him for suggestions and he confessed that he needed a new “crook’s” cap. I did a bit of research and discovered that the British Ivy Cap was what he wanted but, when I began to explore the marketplace, I didn’t find anything that knocked me out. Long Beach, my home town, is fortunate to have a fairly good hat shop, and they stocked something similar to the Ivy caps my father favored, but from Italy. The brand was Borsalino, one I’d never heard of, but the hat I found was really nice so I got it.

When I gave it to him, he was thrilled. He explained that, as a kid in Brooklyn, all the Italian ‘made’ men wore Borsalino hats.

At his birthday party, he enjoyed a moment with his grandson, Max Hardgrave.

When I can, I love taking pictures of my friends and family. This post will be, from now on, where I post nice shots of Lauren. For example:

Our fish are named Spotless and Lucky. Spotless originally was named Spot because he had a spot, but the spot went away. Lucky was won at a carnival.

Our dogs are named Kapu and Django. We’ve had Kapu since he was a puppy. The name comes from a book my daughter really liked when she was younger, Julie Of The Wolves. Django was named by me, after a famous jazz guitar player. The summer before last, Django just showed up at our front door. He’d been on the streets for a while, and was looking for a home. I invited him in, and he got along well with Kapu, and our 3 cats. We put up color posters all over the neighborhood, and at the local animal shelters but, eventually, he became one of the family.

My cat, Barney, had been suffering from some sort of kidney ailment for several years. Although we cared for him in the best way we could, he continued to waste away until he was just skin and bones. Up until the very end he enjoyed his life. When I saw that his health was finally failing, I put him to sleep.

My wife’s cat, Shogot-su (Japanese for New Year) got sick and died just a few days after Barney went. I think this was entirely unrelated, though. The loss was pretty tough.

Our remaining cat is a small tabby named Violet:

Barney (RIP):

Shogi (RIP):

Django:

Kapu:

And last, but not least, our goldfish. Spotless is on the right: