I’m mad at myself for not thinking some things through that I should have seen coming a mile away.
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I’m mad at myself for not thinking some things through that I should have seen coming a mile away.
Lately, I’ve been thinking of wrapped handles – especially after seeing some of the beautiful work kestrel does, and some of the Japanese-style wrappings on Michael Bell’s sword mountings. What’s something tough, beautiful, interesting, weather-proof?
Men flow into life, and ebb into death.
Pickled beets are ridiculously easy to make, they just require a bit of time. They’re a perfect project for a sunday morning (since you don’t waste time in church!) or a rainy day.
I dragged myself through my door around 4:00pm yesterday. My connection from Minneapolis to Washington Dulles had mysteriously cancelled so Delta put me on a plane to Washington Reagan and generously suggested I take a taxi 30 miles between the airports. Naturally I was compensated with a $100 voucher to be spent on any future Delta flight I could not avoid having to be on.
When you travel a lot, you get bombarded for ads for watches – big chunky expensive awkward things you can wear around your wrist to snag on machinery. Some of them look like something James Bond would wear.
A bit of a view of Dragonfly Forge. In the mornings, it seems to like to be misty.
Apologies in advance.
The sword-making process consumes grind-stones at a fairly amazing rate. Yesterday, I spent most of the day going back and forth on a coarse water stone, and ended up with a much smaller water stone.
Whenever I make it to the met, I visit the Japanese swords. Some of them, I have considered old friends since I was a kid. To them, I’ll always be a kid.