I am Luddite - Hear Me Roar 🤣
a handcrafted Luddite. . .of sorts
The original Luddites were British weavers and textile workers who objected to the increased use of mechanized looms and knitting frames. Most were trained artisans who had spent years learning their craft, and they feared that unskilled machine operators were robbing them of their livelihood. More here:
Okay, so I’m not a pure-blood Luddite nor would I want to be depending on who is defining the term - So what? I love handmade, original and creative works. I love the rustic, reflections and interpretations of reality that are clearly distant from the actual. This should help explain my breads, pastries, paintings and to a large extent, the somewhat ahem. . . cough cough . . .natural or is that wilderness nature, of our veggie/flower garden. So strange that one! I believe if we piled up all of the weeds we’ve pulled just this year, the pile would reach to the moon and back - well maybe not back but wow what a pile - good thing we compost and at least rule over that part of the garden!
Is it a lack of skill or understanding that compels me to pursue the art in my life? Is the art easier? Hardly! Meet my wife! I still remember the first time I saw her - high school 1968 and I’m laying in the grass out in the soccer fields trying to hide the Kool or was it Viceroy smoke from the authorities! Anyway there she was walking along with some friends and I was lost forever more . . .
So where was I ? Oh right handcrafted, authentic art unaided or directed by mechanization or worse computerization. Oh please! Yes I’m on a computer but for crying out loud I don’t cut the grass with scissors just to prove my point.
Algorithms? No! Bad enough that our phones turn over our deepest and most sincere thoughts to Amazon. Do I want someone or something setting the boundaries of what I want to know, see or create? Pretty sure that’s a no.
I want the real. The authentic. The flawed. The indiscernible. The human life we’ve been granted or blessed with or even the what am I doing here if you prefer, but I want that. People are the key to this wild, often turbulent ride on this unregistered vehicle and I know that most of you reading this would never deny that! Alright then, let’s carry on with all of our personal brilliance and accompanying flaws and make the most another glorious gifted day.
See you Saturday 7/27 at the Oakwood Farmer’s Market.
We’ll have normal menu plus - limited
Rye Boules
Walnut/Fig Boules
Sprouted Wheat (hippie approved)
Available for preorder via text or email
937.623.2368 - mike@bluebikebakery.com
PS: composting is fun
