Tearing my shop down (my project for late last week) was depressing. After going to all the trouble to assemble the massive benches and bolt everything down to it, I had to unbolt everything and begin disassembly. It amounts to a repudiation of my own work.
This is a true story. Some minor details are changed deliberately.
I ordered a tactical defense knife (“the perfect tool for women”) [stderr] so I can use it for some test-cutting. I’m not sure where I’ll go with this, but I am probably too busy/lazy to make my own tactical llap goch sgean dgu to compare against, so I may have to use my Vietnam War-era Gerber MK I.
One of the features my schoolhouse came with was an old time-clock, on the wall of the Principal’s Office.
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.