Hi, my name is Jim and I own a drill press. There, I said it. As a professional in a field fraught with ideology, I’ve developed an allergy to the stuff in heavy doses. Can’t stand it. It makes my skin itchy and I start to break out in a healthy case of “can’t get… Continue reading a word on process
Yesterday I cleared the waste for the crisscross with my drill press, a Forstner bit, a large chisel and router plane. I’m no purist when it comes to work like that, plus I love Forstner bits. I wish I could go back in time and shake Benjamin Forstner’s hand, because I find them useful for… Continue reading what’s in a mortise?
In the middle of last week I received a package on my doorstep. Just seeing the shipping label made me all giddy inside. I wanted to tear it open and get to work installing the hardware right away, but I was still elbows deep in the ephemera and etcetera that had occupied me all week… Continue reading patience, young grasshopper
A week ago I set out to clear a space for the new workbench. I’m nearly there and my mental health has already improved at least ten-fold. The chest on the far left is a rickety Craigslist find from a decade ago. When this is fully finished that’s where I want my tool chest to… Continue reading The end is ever so near; the pathway becoming clear.
As a young Boy Scout working on my forestry merit badge I spent plenty of afternoons in the study of Mr. Quincy Baird Hershey Sr., a trapper, naturalist, and family friend. I remember Mr Hershey telling me stories about his youth, and his reverance for the great and mighty giants of the forest. He spoke… Continue reading Here’s some good news
“Start where you are, use what you have, do what you can.” -Arthur Ashe I read those words yesterday as I was laying back in a dentist’s chair. They were mixed in with a wall display of other cutesy, motivational, life-coach style thoughts. But for some reason, as soon as I read them I immediately… Continue reading start where you are
I’ve lived with ghosts in cardboard boxes for too long. Unrelenting characters from stories now long gone. Brave and solemn tokens calling out to write a song. I’ve hauled those heavy ghosts and now I’m done. There hasn’t been a lot of wood working in the workshop this week, but there has been a lot of working on the… Continue reading the ghosts in cardboard boxes