This morning, Sam and I assessed the bar that he made, and came up with a plan for how to turn it into two knives – a larger and a smaller one.
This morning, Sam and I assessed the bar that he made, and came up with a plan for how to turn it into two knives – a larger and a smaller one.
Sam N, who you may have seen commenting here and there on FTB, has come out to the middle of noplace for a couple of days of slinging hot steel around. My posting schedule may be impacted, or it may not, I’m not sure.
kestrel mentioned that she’s learning how to graft plants and trees, and that her friend who is demonstrating the process misplaced their knife. Well, that’s sure to get my attention.
This is the current state of the Dune egg experiment.
In the course of looking for reference art of sandworms, I stumbled upon something quirky and delicious.
I can’t recall which of you introduced me to this musician/song, but – thank you.
Thank you all very much for your input on what to do with that chunk of maple burl. As George Bush said, “I’m the deciderator and I’ve, uh, what?”
There are so many options with these things, that it’s hard to know which way to go.
In case you were unsure, wondering, “has my life really ended and am I actually in the waiting-room in Hell?” I have an answer for you.
After I got the resin blob out of the pressure chamber, I chucked it up on the lathe.