Willie Sutton said you rob banks because “that’s where the money is.” Well, what if you’re looking for wood?
Willie Sutton said you rob banks because “that’s where the money is.” Well, what if you’re looking for wood?
The next step in the blade’s preparation is to clay up the edge, heat the whole blade until it comes to critical temperature, then plunge it into warm water to harden it.
I’m interested in obtaining a chunk of Russian tank armor, to make some cooking knives out of.
One really great thing about knife-making is that it seldom turns into an F-35 program. On the other hand, if it did, I’d be important, rich, set for life. It’s amusing to me to ponder the cost-scale and effort-scale between ancient weapons and modern, and that a dagger is still a better weapon in many ways.
A trope about samurai swords is that they are incredibly strong and sharp.
I’m pretty sure everyone makes that joke, when they are talking about a boring bar.
Last night I did a really stupid thing. I had forgotten an item in my car, and decided to just zip out and grab it. Which meant that I traipsed out into 15F snow wearing a bathrobe and my house-slippers, which are leather-soled moccasins.
Creating things for the future, or to give people pleasure, is an optimistic act.
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.
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.