What is it about wealth that makes people who were successful at one thing decide that they’re actually good at everything?
What is it about wealth that makes people who were successful at one thing decide that they’re actually good at everything?
I’ve had some interesting rush hour road blocks out here. One time there was a bobcat sitting on the hood of my car (he left before I could get my camera) and another time there was an elk standing there, looking huge.
Mold-making can be a pain in the neck. And it’s a truism in the model-making community that the better you are at mold-making the better your objects will look. So, it’s not uncommon for good casting artists to spend an inordinate amount of time on their molds.
There must be a huge mycelium run under the grass.
I’ve been busy running around building forms for casting the liner for the forge body, and dealing with a bunch of other stuff, including stressing out about my first colonoscopy, which is tuesday morning.
I’ve been depressing lately. This should make you feel better:
One thing I love about metalwork is that there’s so many paths you can walk down pursuing your muse. The same applies to all materials, of course: clay, steel, paint, wood, whatever. But I love steel because there is such a level of commitment to working with something so obdurate.
I’m not going to travel just to go to a party, but if you live in the SF bay area, you may be interested in this one.
Signs of the times.
That song still sends shivers down my spine. It sounds like a bunch of very stoned people jamming with their heads in a bad headspace. If I’d been in charge of the evacuation from Kabul airport, I’d have had someone queue it up on the public address system, then run for the helicopter.