Dust collection is a standard shop problem. When I was a kid, my father’s friend Monsieur Foulquier (who did most of the carpentry at the house in France) had a very old-school shop, where the floor consisted of a 2 foot-thick layer of sawdust; I know because I was curious and did a dig. His carpentry shop dated back to the Napoleonic era, I am fairly sure, and even had a central power distribution consisting of a bar with huge wooden pulley-wheels and everything could hook up/down through the use of long leather belts.

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I’m going to post a series of this, I hope, as it progresses. Really, we’re talking about maybe an hour or two of actual work but … why not? Turning stuff on a lathe is tremendous fun when it comes out right. I realize that by posting this I am setting myself up for failure.

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That song still sends shivers down my spine. It sounds like a bunch of very stoned people jamming with their heads in a bad headspace. If I’d been in charge of the evacuation from Kabul airport, I’d have had someone queue it up on the public address system, then run for the helicopter.

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The shop doors project is finally drawing to a close. I’m “only” about a year and a half behind but I’m going to blame politically-induced psychological stress for my apathy – once it’s comprehensible then it’s excused, right?

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