random outbursts from my inner five-year-old about craftsmanship, books, family, bikes, wilderness, cookies, bees, building furniture, my dogs, travel, adventure, life, & all the rest…
Picked up a new 22″ Vision Kamado grill/smoker at Home Depot or CHEAP – I got a Smoking Deal (pun intended!) 1/2 the cost of the BGE and $300 less than a compatible Kamado Joe on “Sale” through Bass Pro Shops.
First smoke was 1.5 hours at 325F of hot-wings, then Chicken breasts at 350F for 1:25. Both turned out super yummy! Next smoke will be ribs and am working myself up to an 8 hour brisket – slow and low.
I am always cruising eBay for folks selling KLM Canal Houses that don’t know what they have. I ran across a listing titled “Colletion Of 9 Delft Blauw Hand Painted Canal houses” (sic) knew right then I was mining for gold. 6 were KLM houses, there was one ashtray (#23), and three small delft canal house flower vases (non-KLM).
I made a offer for 20% below asking price and the seller got
right back to me were an acceptance.
Looking at current and previous listings, I picked these up for about
40% of current eBay retail. I am pretty
stoked!
I then had to tell my wife that I bought some more delft houses and brace for the consequences… She was awesome and was supper sweet about my little touch of mania and congratulated me on my find. I love her so much!
I feel that I scored with my most recent KLM house acquisition: I paid less than $5, including shipping, for a 1970’s version of house #6 (first made in 1955), which was the only house of the 1st ten that was modeled after a real structure instead of someone’s idealized version of what a canal house “should” look like.
It is in perfect shape with the original stickers in place, the makers mark and house number on the bottom are clear and bright, the cork is intact and there is residue of apricot brandy still inside – as opposed to the modern genever, which I believe has led to the darker ceramic color and blotches. The detail on the form and the attention to detail with the blue glaze application is rustic to say the least, especially compared side by side with the same house from 1997, which is how they are now displayed.
The new vs. the old style and attention the detail
To get extra nerdy: This house is modeled on the now-demolished St-Petrus Hous – Achter het Hofplein, which was built in town of Middelburg around 1530. There is some some conjecture (including on the KLM app) says that the house is was modeled after the Het Houten Huys” (The Wooden House, Begijnhof 34, Amsterdam) but the world’s leading authority on KLM houses argues for the former.
I spent a week in Costa Rica and ate something on my last night there that made my flight home miserable and I got to go to the ER straight from the airport… At home now recovering for a couple of days.
My favorite book as a child was My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George. I was 11 when I bought my first copy – a paperback, pulp paper, Scholastic Book Fair edition – and I devoured it. I wanted to be Sam Gribley with my whole soul – still do! It created a lifelong love of wilderness, falconry, and it was the book that REALLY lit my internal fire for reading and story telling. I devoured the book, read it 4 times, leaving the pages tattered, and passed it on to a friend that had the same reaction (We had a mini pre-pubescent male book club for a couple of years). I then read Julie of the Wolves, The Talking Earth, and so many other books of hers. I bought and read Sam’s tale again when I was 16, a couple more times as an adult, and own the two sequels, the 2 additional picture books, and the related cookbook. I have the Kindle and Audio book editions and a DVD of the 1969 film just for good measure. Side note: This was the first time that I experienced the “ I liked the book better than the movie” phenomenon that we all know so well.
When daughter was born, I bought a nice copy of Julie of the
Wolves for her with both original illustrations and supplemental maps and
wolf/artic photos. It was a major purchase
for me during that time in my young life.
Shortly after my son was born, I happened upon a nice hardcover of My
Side of the Mountain in a local bookshop and bought it for him. My hope was for us all to read the books together
when the kids were old enough.
I met Mrs. George briefly in 1995 and while I would like to
tell you how I went on at length about her contribution to my life and my appreciation
for her work, that didn’t happen… I was
awestruck and mumbled a ‘thank you’ before walking away with a stupid smile.
A few weeks later, I built up the courage to write her and ask
if she would sign the copies of my kids books.
She wrote back less than a week later, saying she remembered me and
agreed to sign the books! I was over the
moon and they went into the mail the next day.
Two weeks later I got back a neatly wrapped package containing the books
with not only a signature, but she had written a dedication to both of my kids
in the books and had made a small sketch of Julie in one and a full page
drawing of Sam and Frightful (READ THE BOOKS!) in the other. I ugly cried!
I fired off a ‘thank you’ letter and treasured the books for years in my
own secret book horde, before relenting and giving the books to the kids, along
with paperback reading copies and a tale of how special the books really were.
I should have taken pictures of the notes and illustrations before
I let them go, but I wasn’t thinking. I
do not have a picture of the Julie illustration, but I have ones of Sam and
Frightful that my son took with his phone and sent me last year. After a little snafu with some files and some
lost pictures, I figured if I put them here online that I would never lose them
and sharing this story warms me from the inside.
I will be forever grateful to Mrs. George for the words written, stories told, and the time she took to reach out and do something wonderful for my children and I. Read the books. Read them with your kids and grandkids. Give copies as gifts.
It has been 4 years since the Jeep wore its soft top. After struggling with it for 3 hours last night, getting out the heat gun, contorting my body into funny shapes in the back seat, and saying a battle-ship’s worth of cuss words – the deed is done. It was a bright and sunny Seattle winter day today and I drove her to work in all her Old Girl Glory!
My 1986 CJ-7 with a Gray BestTop Soft Top (OEM replacement) installed. I love this Jeep.
The US Department of Veteran’s Affairs is full of bureaucratic fuckery. I said it. It is my truth. You cannot convince me otherwise. In 27+ years of working with, dealing with, and interacting with almost all levels of staff, at multiple regional sites, I can say with all honesty and sincerity that not a single year has gone by without some sort of breakdown in documentation, communication, process, compensation, or care. That is not hyperbole, it is my experience of fact.
Currently, I am experiencing a problem with compensation that borders on Orwellian: I have been assigned a debt that I do not owe, had to appeal that issue, won that appeal after providing 10+ years of documentation, received official notification of a decision in my favor of that appeal, and yet there is no mechanism to tell the collection group of the VA (DMC) that the now-won appeal means a deletion of the debt that I didn’t owe in the first place. The path I have been given over the phone today is one where I am to file an additional appeal of “financial hardship” to cancel the debt. It is not a hardship, it is just bullshit over a relatively tiny amount of money.
I have called a VA representative 11 times in the last 3 months, faxed 212 individual sheets of paper, and written four different letters to each VA department involved over the minor accounting/records discrepancy. If I am having this kind of issue and have had similar complaints/challenges every year, as mentioned, then what about the folks facing real crisis or hardship? What does the bureaucratic loop look like for those vets? How do they handle the uphill battle, duplication of effort, procedure? How in the world does this personify the Abraham Lincoln penned VA moto: “To care for him who shall have borne the battle”? I get the VA is complicated and their mission is both underfunded and plagued by mismanagement and scandal (Google “VA Scandal” for a LONG read…), but how long is this status quo just accepted?
There are good and well-meaning folks at the VA that push and strive for those of us in their charge. I know some of them and related to a few. I have heard stories of their own struggles in dealing with the looping logic of the VA administrative officialdom. I don’t have an answer for problems that I have experienced, any salve for the wounds, I just need to rant a little and wish for a better process, better management, compassionate over-site, proper funding, and advocacy for veterans from inside the VA in an official form.
Some things that would make me happy for my Birthday:
Pick your least favorite nutty political figure & donate to a worthy cause they would despise in their name. Send me a note in the comment section about what you have done.
Give to Heifer International: Bees (I really like to give the gift of bees) Goats, Chickens, Llama, or the whole Ark… Send me a note. A little cash to Doctors Without Borders/MSF Give blood and send me a post card 1000 followers on YouTube
SpeedHut Jeep Gauge Package Anything from my Amazon wish list A gift card to Hardwick’s Hardware in Seattle A set of ½ round molding planes from Matthew Bickford A set of snipe bill planes from Matthew Bickford Genetic genealogy testing from 23&Me A card from each of my kids Filson Wool Overalls A red Arkansas Razerback red ball cap Amber 2ga. Plugs (bonus points if they have insect inclusions!!) Any 2ga. plugs really
We have a really small kitchen, as most were/are in a 1928 home. My sweet wife wanted a kitchen Island, but we just didn’t have the room. I put on my thunkin’ cap and figured out that a butcher block in the center of the room would give us some additional counter space and prep area. A plan for a custom gift started forming in my narrow monkey brain. I got super stoked about it, designed it up, and went wood shopping.
‘My local hardwood dealer did not have the grade of maple that I wanted at a price that I was willing to pay, but that was a blessing in disguise. While still thinking and grumbling about just paying the steep price for the wood a week later, I found a company that sold semi-custom cutting board countertops and free standing blocks. Their second to the smallest one was exactly the dimension (24” X 18”) that I had planned to build for my wife and their cost, delivered to my dock at work, was about the same as just my material would be. That settled it. I bought the block and waited the 4 weeks for delivery.
I don’t feel one bit bad that I did not build the whole thing. I surprised my wife with it and she asked that I paint the legs red to match the kitchen walls. I bought a can of pre-mixed Holiday Red General Finish Milk Paint from Woodcraft (I REALLY like using Milk Paint!) and put two coats on the legs. After the paint fully cured, I put two coats of satin marine spar varnish on. The top was finished with 4 coats of tung oil, drying 24 hours in-between coats, and I will redcoat every couple of months.
The island looks GREAT in our kitchen and has given us both more space when making dinner. My wife is very happy with the addition and that is worth more than gold. The links the block company and my supplies are below:
I am a little blown away bu this one. I do have a love of fountain pens, making stuff and upcycling, but this is next level: The PauperPen is a fountain pen that is made/folded in just over 10 minutes from a soda can using origami techniques. Blown.Away.
My only son and youngest child graduated from High-school with honors this week. I could not be more proud of him, his achievement, his success, and the man he is growing into.
Second row, 6th one in.My tall, smart, handsome son. Wife very pretty too!The Fat old guy sure seems super proud and happy!
I got a crazy amount of stuff done last night after work. I was uber productive!
Checked on and watered bee hives at work (2 in community garden)
Drove home
Checked on and watered bees at the house
Boiled burr comb (extra comb the bees build in the hive boxes) and turned it into wax patties for candles this fall
Cleaned up front yard.
Moved new table made from a tree trunk slice into the front yard
Added three orange feet to the table
Took out compost, garbage, and recycling
Browned sliced almonds for dinner salad
Shocked and treated hot tub
Emptied hot tub water (only water left in pipes/pump has been treated)
Pulled hot tub filters
Replaced tires on band saw
Installed Wolverine sharpening guides and chisel grinder in shop
Patched nail holes in trim of basement tool organization board and printing press break
Installed 2 GoPro mounts in shop
Put final touches on two hand forged workbench holdfasts each (one for the bench tops and one for the legs) for a couple of friends who are getting into woodworking
Worked on a couple of YouTube films
Applied a the first coat of Silver Tip Epoxy to a canoe paddle
Finished an Audio book
Updated my bee hive performance/health tracking journal
Really sad. I have prayed in the nave of, attended masses, listened to the bells and organ, lit candles in the side chapels, attended a wedding , and cried in Notre Dame. I have taken my wife and my son there and have sent a books worth of postcards and letters form visits there. It is the heart of Paris for me. Below are some pictures I have taken in and of the church in the last 20 years. Just so sad.
At night in 2014At night from the Left BankMy son, summer 2013Inscription on the holy water vessel as you walk into the sanctuary Above left most front doorCenter DoorWinter 2012The Right hand front doorThe Sanctuary12th Century Rose Windowwinter 2014
We got 5-6″ of snow at the house and roads are nasty. Snow Day! Working from home and staying off the roads. I don’t worry about me/us as we have a Jeep and a Subaru, both with AT tires and chains. I worry about the other drivers out there with little snow driving experience and their shield of invulnerability, also know as an SUV…
Lighting a fire, making coffee, logging into a web meeting, and will be spending at least 1/2 of my lunch hour in the hot tub.
Came home from regular work and started working in the attic and basement. Ran last bit of new wire, ran 5-65′ Cat5 cable runs for ethernet and our POE cameras. Cleaned up tools, hung electrical boxes in the basement, hauled trash bags down from attic, moved 15 boxes of subway tile, vacuumed basement, shot a little video, sent some email, ordered a new bathroom mirror, and plotted to take over the world with Pinky -like we do every night.
I am having a crisis on conscience about vehicles of late: I REALLY want a new Subaru WRX to replace my 2008 blue beauty and I have been salivating over the coming 2019 Jeep Scrambler with a diesel engine FOR YEARS. I have loved all my Scoobys, but there have been some issues with the unavailability of the 5 door WRX and with the CVT transmission & 2.5-liter engine oil consumption recall issues, I am super gun-shy about buying a new Subaru. As for Trucks, I have always been a Nissan/Toyota guy because of a long run of really great vehicles, but that feeling has changed after my experience with my last truck and the dealer I bought it from.
Dad was a Ford man his whole life and mom had a green 1998 4X2 ranger step-side for 14-ish years that was an amazing little truck. That means something to me. I want to buy American owned/made vehicles at this point in my life and I have been looking really hard at Ford. The re-issue of the 2019 Ranger compact/mid-sized truck with a 3.2L, 31+ MPG, diesel looks really good! That coupled with the politics of Ford not taking direct bailout funds (money under AIFP) and Ford (along with Honda), recently urgeing the EPA to maintain the current requirements for the 2025 fuel emission standards, really has my attention.
I still am excited about the Toledo, Ohio-made Scrambler (since my ’86 CJ needs a playmate), but the Jeep brand is currently owned by Fiat Chrysler Automobiles, an Italian/American-ish automobile company that is registered in the Netherlands with its headquarters in London, all for tax purposes. Chrysler also took a crap ton of bail out money, with $1.3 billion that was written off and will never be recovered. This is also a company that looked hard at selling the Jeep brand to a Chinese Automaker in 2017. Seriously, look it up…
With all that said and with months of discussion and deliberation, I am feeling pulled to both the Ford Ranger truck for our next vehicle purchase and the Fiesta ST (when it comes out in AWD) for my wife when her forester runs close to the end of its bumper to bumper warranty period.
OK, so it is not Friday, but I started working on this video Friday night… Does that count?
Lincoln Park in West Seattle is one of my favorite spaces in all of the Seattle metro area. It is a phenomenal urban space: Stamps-With-Foot and I go there all the time just to hang out, I used to run there along the beach and through the trees in the mornings, it was my first outing after hip surgery, our monsters puppies love it there, it is romantic, great for picnics, strolling hand and hand along the beach, a fine hour+ long hike after work, a protected kayak launching point, good fishing spot when the salmon are running (the pink run started earlier this week…), there is a public pool, bald eagles nest in the trees along the shore, and sometimes I go and watch the sunset from on e of the many benches when I have had a bad day. I hope this little film captures part of the magic of the place.
So, I got off work tonight and drove almost two hours in the rain and traffic to look at a lathe I am interested in – an 1890s F.H. Clement pattern lathe.
The lathe was fine – wished that it would have had more of the original accessories, but it was serviceable. The sad part was not the machine, but where it sat: huge shop, full of machines, sawdust, 1/2 finished projects, jigs, parts, and junk. A lifetime’s collection that is now being dolled out one bit at a time. Sad that this man’s children couldn’t or didn’t want to use a space that he spent so much time, money, effort, and love on. I pray the my shop and my tools don’t suffer the same fate. I don’t want strangers picking over the carcus of my shop, looking for a deal, hoping to score a few molding planes, low-balling my wife on my carving chisels or bench to save a few pennies.
When it gets to be that time, I hope that I have the forethought and ability to pass it all on intact to my children or grandchildren or even someone outside the family who will love and create in a way that my tools and machines deserve.
I have been swamped for the last month and have not been posting. We have had friends and Family in, there have been trips for work and vacation, my J-O-B has me running in 6 directions – you name it. I will get my poop in group and post pictures from:
Ezra was a photographer, chef, dancer, bike builder, husband, brother and son. I followed him for years on Flickr and on his various sites. He fought cancer again and again, fought it with all his might. He has passed and is now at peace.
I had a crown replaced seven years ago before we moved to Germany because the original was bugging me a little. The one I had put on was worse than the original and I have suffered with sensitivity since then and decided that something finally had to be done about it when it moved while I was eating – very uncool. I had it taken off, was fitted for a new porcelain crown and had a temporary put on last Monday. The difference was immediate: The temp crown felt great and the sensitivity was just gone. I really didn’t get how crappy the old crown made me feel until the new temporary one was put on. All was going great until the next Friday afternoon. I was sitting in a customer meeting and coughed a little and out popped my composite crown. HOLY KELLY CLARKSON!! The exposed nerve or whatever was going on reached down my jaw, all the way up to in front of my ear and squeezed. I tread really, really hard to make it through the meeting. I had to answer a question, air hit my exposed tooth and I had to excuse myself, post haste. Nothing says classy and professional like losing a tooth during a meeting…
I went to a dentist by my office and they couldn’t or wouldn’t put the temp back on because the “didn’t want to alter the tooth bed and affect the fit of the permanent crown…” Horseshit. My dentist was closed for a 4-day weekend, but I got through to her on her emergency number and she met me at her office 25 minutes later. She took care of it in 10 minutes, was REALLY nice about me calling on her day off and gave me some temporary cement is case it happens again before my permanent crown comes in and I can’t get a hold of her.