One year ago today: September 1, 2024, dictation doesn’t work.
Five years ago today: September 1, 2020, Trump dominates everything.
Nine years ago today: September 1, 2016, nothing but fancy switches.
Random years ago today: September 1, 2004, hurricanes & holidays.
What adventures will this new era bring? It’s only a new era around here, but hey, I’m the captain and it’s my boat. It is now 7:30AM and here’s what’s already happened today. First JZ calls saying he is a free man again. She’s gone. I’m not telling any gossip or family secrets here, the whole Miami-verse knows I hate women like that. And she’s a particularly bad example. have slated a tentative visit for later this month. I have almost zero other news today, except that babe server at the club NE of town passed away, she was just 38. Sepsis. It was nine years ago today I moved into this cabin.
Here is the box Tonio saw, but it has defects I will fix before I build his copy. For example, the carry handle is 7/8” and should be 1” or 1-1/4” because I know he’ll use it on his tow truck. And it will be properly glued and screwed, with reinforced corners. And a nice laser inscription that it belongs to him.
Next, a note from Pennsylvania. The old band, er, I mean, the Prez, is a grandfather again. Margaret Rose , just 6 pounds 4 ounces but she already looks like the Prez’s eldest daughter. It’s no secret that people who used to play in my bands, after they leave, have a “much more stringent” criteria for their future ventures. Not because I’m right, I never said that, but because many aspects they once considered parcel of the band-formation process they now know to be defined defects. That’s personal and procedural shortcomings in others that need not be tolerated. Nothing will break up your band faster than an ego-guitarist.
I’ve hopes my guidelines will help, because the Prez has landed himself in the middle of Bluegrass country. I also got e-mail from Jack the drummer, he understands if we get any trio work, he has to help me find it. My duo list was gutted and destroyed by COVID and starting over from scratch is no different or easier than when I was a teen. The sun is just peeking in the window, let’s see what trouble I can get into today.
I have a movie slated for this afternoon, the title escapes me but it’s Bronson. The one where he hires the lady with the puffy thighs. He always did like them a little broad in the beam. Later, the movie is “Mr. Majestyk” and it’s him that picks her melons. When movies are streamed, I tend to do other things at the same time, like read, and in this case, fuss around with my hinge mortise jig. It’s not fancy but the cuts have to be very precise.
The brass hinge is not part of the assembly, it is there to confirm the accuracy of measurements. So far, so good. I ran into a problem with that notch. It is hobbed out on a sled and I forgot to add the thickens of the bed. At the highest blade setting, the notch is too shallow. To make a good job of it, I will have to design and build a new sled. The basic concept is valid, I will set my old dremel laminate router for the correct depth and dedicate it to making hinges. The router bit cost more than the tool.
Church of the Holy Family, San Jose, CA
(demolished for freeway expansion 1970)
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I found my old mic stand with the boom, it is being donated to Jack. We’ll get him singing yet. Actually, I cannot use it because I bought it before I discovered I cannot sing and play unless I watch my left hand. I must use a headset. This stand has the old “pyle” bass of heavy metal so it cannot be tipped over like those folding triangle models. It has to be lugged around but you can’t beat traditional gear.
Work with me here. I would have moved that hardwood from the deck so it would not get wet. That means one of three places I could move something that size. Now, you tell me just where it got to? Two hours later I have scoured this yard, even looked in the silo and the rafters and that sheet of hardboard has vanished. I know it’s here, because there was a second piece of another texture I put away at the same time, and it has also disappeared. You know how to find, them, don’t you? Go out and buy new lumber and they’ll show up. I know this routine.
Much later, I was able to clamp the mortise hinge onto some lumber and create a real recess for a hinge. I’d say this is going to work, but the jig need to be completely redesigned. The hinges are installed after the lid is cut off the box, so alignment becomes critical. But the jig itself can be longer and heavier than the smaller boxes.
My plan is to change the design so that the box attaches to the jig instead of the other way around. I have the cutting blade installed on the laminate router, making several discoveries. One is that the bit is kind of too large, though it will work. I already cut a sample notch, the larger blade diameter leaves a larger rounded corner to chisel out, though still a great time-saver. Another surprise is the amount and shape of the shavings. Not sawdust, but tiny pop-corn shaped chips that blast everywhere. We’ll get this.
