Perhaps no one was less surprised than I that the Wall Street Journal had a an article devoted to Wabi Sabi this weekend (http://www.wsj.com/articles/could-japanese-design-be-the-cure-for-your-tech-addiction-1429897425). In this era of manufactured fun and simulcra of simulcra of flavour (with due to regard and apologies to William Gibson), where you can purchase a cracker or cookie with no gluten, no sugar, no trans fats (!) and sadly, no flavour, it’s perhaps time that we all recognize that the imperfection afforded via the imperfect rendering of a sow’s fat or the pungent smell of rotting milk is in fact not only good for us, but possibly sublime.
Yes, I have my technology upon which I compose this piece, but I have found no greater pleasure than in taking long aimless walks with friends to find an unfindable “lost ” pond, and making irregular but yummy and gooey homemade macaroni and cheese to take to a dear friend. My child’s goofy grin when she is aware that she has been found out but knows I will not bear a grudge about the upmteenth mess of the weekend.
