As I headed in to the workshop this morning, the big white bird was on station. I tried to get a picture and it flew away, complaining. We have established a routine.
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As I headed in to the workshop this morning, the big white bird was on station. I tried to get a picture and it flew away, complaining. We have established a routine.
One of the pleasant surprises is that forging is not anywhere near as kinetic as I expected it to be. There’s a lot of “wait for the metal to heat” then “find the right spot” and hit it a few times, followed by “figure out where to hit it next” and back into the heat. So you’re not emulating a trip-hammer and just wailing away at the metal, which means it’s not tearing up the wrists or elbows. Mostly you lift the hammer and let gravity do its thing.
My day began with a bit of panic. Where are my car keys?
It’s pretty out here.
Once upon a time, there was an old mother pig who had three little pigs and not enough food to feed them. So she hit on the idea of sending them off with a little capital (she kept 40% of the equity and a seat on the board) to go build successful websites and get rich and famous and support themselves.
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They also may not. Either way, if I do manage to post, I almost certainly will be avoiding any topics except those related to what I’ll be doing (unless something really captivating occurs, like Trump gets arrested, or Benghazi!) I’m going to be heading out to Bend, Oregon (vicinity) on the 1st, working on a childhood dream.
This isn’t a piece of translated Voltaire; it’s something I found on Ebay. Occasionally things signed by Voltaire show up, but they are usually extremely expensive ($100,000+) or the have a brief ‘V’ signature.
Warning: War, death, violence
I just finished reading Mark Bowden’s Huế, 1968. Since it’s history, I won’t warn you of any spoilers.
I don’t really care for holidays, except as an excuse to dress up funny and be weird. In other words, every day can be a holiday.
I’m not a bibliophile. Bibliophiles are obsessed with books; they live and breathe books.