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...
If a day goes by without my doing something related to photography, it’s as though I’ve neglected something essential to my existence, as though I had forgotten to wake up. -Richard Avedon I didn’t know about the work of Richard Avedon before his exhibit at the Corcoran at the end of 2008. As a volunteer docent at the gallery I got to hear a lecture from the curator of his traveling exhibit, and learn about his amazing works. I became a fan. This wasn’t the beginni...
for all those that missed it, or those that didn’t know about the article. here’s a link to Popular woodworking published article where George R. Walker shows a very simple and effective technique to design graduated drawers arrangement: http://www.popularwoodworking.com/article/graduated_drawers_woodworking_design/ Peace
Passing the Torch With the passing of iconic woodworkers and one retiring a TV program in 2009, there was a lot of talk about who would take up the cause and so generously share their time and knowledge? Who would lead, teach, and inspire the woodworkers of tomorrow? The answer is pretty simple as I see it, it is You and Me. Inspiring the next generation of woodworkers is as simple as allowing the kids, grandkids, or someone you are mentoring share time in the shop. More Than ...
“The English Plane” -by Brian Meeks In a tiny shop north of London townAt a maple bench stood young man proud.Off cobble stone road sat a flower girlA comb in her hair from mother of pearl He’d returned from the war a scar on his faceHe’d flown a camel; they’d called him an Ace.At the museum she’d once spent a dayThe artist she saw was named Claude Monet On way to his shop, each day he passed byHe oft thought of how, he might catch her eyeShe noticed his walk and his hat pulle...
In 1972 October 20, Pete Rose hit a leadoff home run, and then hit a single in the ninth inning. This was game 5 of the World Series, and the Cincinnati Reds had just staved off elimination, thanks to my child hood hero’s efforts. The Reds would win game 6 to send it to a decisive game 7 in Riverfront stadium. I was 5 years old. On October 22, in front of 56,040 fans, and at least one little boy at home watching on TV, the Oakland A’s captured their first World Series since 1930, beat...
Since I began blogging, I have taken to carrying around a small notebook, pencil, sharpener and eraser. I am more of a pen person, but using a pencil feels right to me. I was at the bar in the Dublin Underground, drinking an RC, no straw, my usual drink. This is my favorite place in Iowa City. It is a friendly place. I was really focused on writing down some thoughts about possible future blog posts. I didn’t notice the woman taking off her coat and sitting down one seat over on m...
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