Another outstanding LumberJocks Woodworking Awards event is over. The results are in and it’s time to officially announce the winners. The winning projects were selected from the record breaking 151 total submissions in an online voting held from February 1 to February 7. 252 votes were cast during this period. And here are the winners… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1st Place – 292 points 2nd Place – 217 points 3rd Place – 204 points 4...
The note simply said, “Went to the store for bacon, eggs, juice, and bread.” Luna wiped the sleep out of her eyes and looked around. The house was small but cozy. She hadn’t paid much attention the night before; she was too overwhelmed. On one wall was half a dozen photos of Washington DC. They were nicely framed and were quite nice. The other walls were mostly covered by book shelves. She ran her finger along the spines and read some of the titles, “Candide”, “Father’s and Childre...
The falling snow painted a layer of clean on the city. Henry didn’t have time to take in the loveliness of it all. He did notice the two children holding hands and spinning around, mouths open, laughing as they drank in the flakes. Their parents watched with the pride. He assumed they were tourists from Florida, real New Yorkers, just hunkered down and got on with their day. Henry walked down the street towards his car. He had his eyes open for the thugs, though he couldn’t imagin...
Henry woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep. The furniture warehouse didn’t open until 8 am, but the clock said it was 3 am. He had been asleep for 4 hours. He laid there for another hour and decided he might as well get an early start. An egg sandwich, cup of joe at the diner, and some pleasant conversation with Mable; the sassy little waitress and he had killed an hour. He rolled into the office at around 6:30 and made a list. Call Luna and ask if she has heard from her f...
The day had been long. Henry’s flash of genius was looking more like a flash of imbecile. Henry had remembered that Francis was working on a story about a restaurant on 17th street. He was sure that the missing numbers were an address. A map, a list, and 12 hours driving around the 5 boroughs, had been less than promising. He was sure that there would be another clue, something that wouldn’t be obvious to most, but would jump out at him. Maybe he wasn’t as clever as he thought. D...
Anybody who has studied Chinese woodworking will not doubt have come across prints like this one where a ancient Chinese woodworker is depicted pounding on a piece of furniture with what appears to be the blunt edge of an axe. For example the Lu Ban Jing, a woodworkers manual written around in the 15th century, shows a woodworker assembling a table by pounding on one of its legs with the blunt side of an axe. During much of China’s long and colorful history, China has been more or le...
A rotund man sits at a typewriter, his sausage fingers dance over the old Underwood, and he puts down his thoughts, his gospel if you will. He is revered or feared by all, there isn’t any middle ground. He is the restaurant critic for the Brooklyn Daily News. If he likes a new restaurant then it will rocket up the charts quicker than a Wall Street broker chasing his secretary. If he unsheathes his poison pen then the restaurant owners will be spending their days in the serving line of...
Sunday had been relaxing. Henry spent the day finishing his dado jig for his router. He was starting to get comfortable using the router and was able to create a straight edge, then from that, square up the jig. He could hardly believe it when he put the square on each corner and they were all at 90 degrees. What a rush. After he finished the jig and photographed it for posterity he relaxed a bit and bought a new case journal. He jotted down a few of his thoughts. Jan 2, 1955...
“Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.” -John Milton You might have to read that quote a couple of times. It is about confusion and after I read it the first time, it confused me even more. I wonder if that was Milton’s goal. Today, I was ruled by confusion. I felt like every moment from the first light of day, until now, has been a disorganized ...
I stand by my bench with my sander in hand. As I move it slowly over the piece of saw horse I see the marks of my progress. I gently pass over the little imperfections that taught me how not to us a chisel. I think about the progress. I think about the grain and how it measures time. The building of the Krenov saw horses is supposed to take an afternoon, but if you are really skilled you can make it take a month. I am a person with this level of skill. Time is a funny thing and a...
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