Nassim Taleb and optimizing work

I love crafts, tinkering, crafting, and doing things myself. Not only is it cheaper, but you also learn a lot more and have more fun doing it.

Nassim Taleb wrote

Anything you do to optimize your work, cut some corners, or squeeze more “efficiency” out of it (and out of your life) will eventually make you dislike it.

I make one exception: tax returns. I have always done that myself, but with a company, I couldn’t do it anymore. For some things, you need an expert, like the tax return of your small business.

And sewer repair.

Bloem

 Heiloo.

The spiders of Louise Bourgeois

The Mori Museum in Tokyo has a spider by Louise Bourgeois. We also saw one in Spain, at the Guggenheim in Bilbao.

The spider is a recurring motif in Louise Bourgeois’ work—a mother figure.

The friend (the spider – why the spider?) because my best friend was my mother and she was deliberate, clever, patient, soothing, reasonable, dainty, subtle, indispensable, neat, and useful as an araignée. She could also defend herself, and me, by refusing to answer ‘stupid’, inquisitive, embarrassing personal questions.
I shall never tire of representing her.
I want to: eat, sleep, argue, hurt, destroy
Why do you?
My reasons belong exclusively to me.
The treatment of Fear.

Louise bourgeois spider bilbao
The spider in Bilbao

Louise bourgeois spider tokyo
In Tokyo.

In Tate.

Louise bourgeois spider tate

Ginza Tsutaya Books; great selection of photobooks

Ginza Six is an upscale department store in Tokyo. Most stores are uninteresting unless you are interested in luxury clothing and accessories. But on the top floor of this mall, you will find Tsutaya Books, an excellent bookstore with a great selection of photo books.

I only had an hour before we had to travel to the airport, but I found many unusual books and zones by Japanese photographers. There was even an original Les Americains by Robert Frank behind glass.

I found Tokyo Street Vol. 6 with pictures by Tatsuo Suzuki, the reprint of Provoke.

Dig

 Egmond aan Zee.

Kamakura poem

I wrote this in a whim (in English) about Kamakura. A haiku?

A faint Hawaiian vibe.
Black sand, concrete, and rusty fences.
Missing beach bars.

Goodbye

 Tokyo.

Schreeuw

 Tokyo.

Hand

 Kamakura.