a little Buonorroti

graphite on paper
April 2009
sketch/detail of Michelangelo's Pietà

Yogic harmony & Zen abide in the iron

My wardrobe has changed, perhaps for the better. The result: I've discovered that I don't hate ironing a shirt. In fact, the act of passing a steaming handheld iron over the woven cotton of a collared shirt brings a sense of peace that perhaps I never knew existed before.


As a youth I have watched my father, younger then maybe than I am today, methodically layout sleeves, collar and body of shirt over the padded board, carefully removing wrinkles with steaming metal. Although I know our housekeeper in Turkey ironed most of our clothes, and I know that on occasion he took shirts for professional pressing, I still have this image of him next to an ironing board, smoothing dress shirts to a crisp finish.


Maybe it's as much age as the need not to look like I slept in my clothes.


Interestingly, the process often matches my mood. When I'm a bit agitated, some shirts seem to fight the iron. Instead of removing the crumple left by the dryer, I add new creases that I have practically to beat from the shirt with the iron. It's also a time for deeper discovery: the tomato sauce stain that didn't wash, the missing button, the tear at the seam. These small moments of reflection lead to moments of renewal: scrubbing and mending.


Ironing lets me see that it's never going to be done. There'll always be wrinkles. Examination always finds flaws. Constant reflection has to require constant renewal. New shirts don't solve any problems uncovered by ironing. Eventually, even the "wrinkle free" fabrics demand attention from the iron. Nothing is free; nothing is easy. At least my Black & Decker Quick 'n Easy 365 (how ironic...ha!) helps me find a little yogic harmony in the contemplation of wrinkle removal. Perhaps I can take it all to a deeper sense of balance by alternating tree poses as I press my shirt sleeves.

New laptop up and running

It's a Sony Vaio CS215J in pearl white. This machine is sleek, very Mac-like but still a PC. (One day my elitist, Mac ship will come in, and I'll be ready). This laptop was definitely marketed for women: "It slips easily in and out of a handbag." But I can live with that. No matter what anyone might say, I got the extended warranty with accident protection. It was worth it. My last laptop died 6 mos. after the manufacturer warranty expired. This time, if something goes wrong, I just take it to Best Buy right across the street for repair or replacement even if I drop it!