Just made No. 16 in Amazon’s 100 best-seller list for family saga for the Castilian Suite!!
Big wind in Brooklyn with trees in the road, cars crushed and sidewalks blocked—aah, the advent of winter. Time to saw up all that dead wood and start stacking the firewood pile. To the old adage of ‘firewood keeps you warm twice—once when you cut it and once when you burn’—there’s another fun addition: it can also be art. The International Society of Woodstackers (a facebook group) features artistic and innovative ways of creating that woodpile. Check them out and have fun with another autumnal chore.
So many router bits I have abandoned . . . while my moulding planes endure . . . something so calming and reassuring about that in the face of a never-ending stream of obsoleted cell phones and computers.
I like the thought that the first owner/user of my 1892 rabbet plane might feel less dead if he/she knew (or knows) that the tool is still in use. No one in a hundred (even five) years is going to know about my first Startac. That part of my life is become completely erased (perhaps a good thing — but then, why did I bother?)
Back from another week of teaching at the MARC ADAMS SCHOOL OF WOODWORKING, hopefully having left behind a few converts to the superior surfaces that only planing can produce. One student actually spent the majority of the week doing nothing but producing a huge pile of delicate shavings taken from a fiercely contorted piece of curly/wavy maple. It had become an addiction — so much more preferable to the clouds of dust produced by the sanding machines roaring away in the adjacent workshop!