Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish; and when an angler for his dish, through gluttony's vile sin, Attempts, the wretch, to pull thee out, God give thee strength, O gentle trout, to pull the rascal in! ~John Wolcot Despite Mr. Wolcot's prayer, I stayed out of the water. Anyway, Wolcot's words don't really apply to me because I wasn't there [...]
We're a few months down the road with the Wazer waterjet cutter. I thought an update was due but--apologies--we are nowhere near as far along with learning/using this machine as I thought we'd be. Thank unrealistic expectations for the lapse: I tend to shoehorn 40 hours worth of work into a 24-hour day that includes cleaning up the studio, learning [...]
This is, apparently, Jeff the cedar waxwing, recovering from threatening a window. For someone who really isn't into The Wilderness, I seem to be encountering a lot of it lately. Last night I sat on a brick planter box for an hour, waiting for the bird in my hand to fly away. Clearly, The God of Adventure thinks [...]
Let's say you've raised a squirrel from a tiny baby, released her to your backyard wilderness, but she still comes inside to play/eat/cuddle. One day you notice she's gotten really fat and cranky, and sports prominent nipply things on her belly. You think "maybe she's pregnant!!!!!!!" but awhile later, the nipply things reduce and she's slimmed down considerably. You'd think, [...]
Willow probably isn't pregnant but has eaten rather too many potato chips... I'm gazing out on the fading rhododendrons and azaleas, the dogwood blossoms and iris, the lush banks of strawberries, the burgeoning berry vines and bushes (not kidding, the blueberry count will hit the THOUSANDS this summer unless the birds get there first, and we're going to [...]
Nathan and Willow, enjoying a chip snack together. There's an old Gary Cooper movie, High Noon, where this dude tries to retire from gunslinging but--surprise surprise--finds one final annoying guy to shoot. It culminates in a lunchtime faceoff on Main Street.* Willow and the cats re-enact that faceoff scene in The Resident Carpenter's office every morning. Willow, heavily [...]
Driving into work when the plum blossoms are out...amazing. Holy cow--it's kinda like I've forgotten about this blog, right? My apologies. Building a new non-wheelchair normal and working at a full-time-plus job and investigating neat new technologies AND trying to do art (and and and) eats a giant hole in my 24-hour day, just enough to put blogposts [...]
Some of us are born just absolutely stuffed to the gills with winkarma. The rest of us get it doled out out by the God of Adventure, who is one stingy bastard. I used up my winkarma allocation decades ago, on a box of cookies.
As I've said before, I'm definitely NOT a chef, and I seriously doubt if you could call me a cook. I'm a recreational foodmaker, who just fixed a pretty scrumptious pot of chili and wants to share.
Reviewing the Wazer desktop waterjet cutter, Cynthia and her friend Bob Heath find it's a powerful, probably revolutionary tool but also expensive to buy or run, has a steepish learning curve, and a few other challenges along the way.
