Today, I write this in memory of my favorite bowl, which suffered a severe injury resulting in death, after an accidental fall during its bath.
It was created during the winter term of 2003 at the University of Oregon. The bowl, made of porcelain contaminated with a little stoneware, was carved over the course of many days, and was fired in a gas kiln with a green celadon glaze. Despite the few glaze bubbles on the inside, which were considered beauty spots, the bowl was loved and admired by many.
It served its life mainly to hold yogurt and fruits every morning, though sometimes also soup, rice, or even stir-fry. It travelled from the dusty studio at UO to a couple different apartments, as well as a house full of college kids, where it was miraculously protected from any obvious accidental abuse. It then travelled to a tipsy house in the northern island of Japan, where it spent a very cold winter, and just recently to a small comfortable apartment on the island of Honshu, where its life was brutally ended.
It shall be revived from the land of the dead, using the magic of super glue, and serve its reincarnated life as the holder of non-food items. It will, however, be missed by its food friends and its creator and killer.