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Showing posts with label after. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
After The War
I was hesitant as I unlocked the door and stepped inside my shop yesterday morning. I could almost imagine what was waiting for me. I wasnt disappointed.
(The end result, Im calling it the "Plate 11 Shop Stool", for its foundations in the Roubo workbench. I will finish the work up on it soon, but for now its back into the queue)
I kicked off the shop furnace, gathered the stool, my camera, sketchbook, and other errata. Hit the lights. Locked the door. And headed inside for warmth, ibuprofen, and bourbon. I didnt pick up or put away a single thing.
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Last Saturday I spent in the neighborhood of twelve hours busily making sawdust in a flurry. I was participating in a one day shop stool build off and I was losing. The clock hit 2230, I had just finished drawbore pegging all the mortise and tenon joints contained in my stool concept, and I felt it hit me. The big wave of exhaustion.
I knew in my heart of hearts if I pushed myself further and did the shaping of the seat I planned for there was an increasing probability I would damage the work I had already done, or worse, damage myself. My gut was telling me it was time to pack it in and I have spent my thirties learning I should listen to my gut more than I do. The deal was to build the stool completely in a day and I had fallen short of the mark. It was time to concede.
(The end result, Im calling it the "Plate 11 Shop Stool", for its foundations in the Roubo workbench. I will finish the work up on it soon, but for now its back into the queue)
I kicked off the shop furnace, gathered the stool, my camera, sketchbook, and other errata. Hit the lights. Locked the door. And headed inside for warmth, ibuprofen, and bourbon. I didnt pick up or put away a single thing.
Fast forward back to yesterday morning, on the tails of an unusually long work week at the hospital, I opened the door to my haven of sanity, hoping some shoemakers elves had shown up with the polar vortex and everything in the shop would be neat and orderly, the way I usually keep it. It was a long shot to believe something so miraculous could happen. I took a deep breath and looked around.
I guess I would be alone in righting the devastation.
It started just inside the door and the big pile of sawdust on the floor and around my bandsaw.
Along the floor in front of the workbench didnt look too bad, but there was a lot more dust than shavings. Im used to seeing more shavings.
On top the bench was everything I had been working with at the end. I realized I had also left my tool chest open, one of my cardinal no-nos. Cleaning the dust from inside there would take a while.
In my focus, I just didnt realize how much dust I was creating. I leaned a little more power tool than hand tool on this project, particularly to cut time and effort. You can follow my work in the scuff marks on the floor. Like Prince Humperdinck dissecting the sword fight between the Dread Pirate Roberts and Inigo Montoya by their footprints in the sand.
Ive never worried that much about dust collection in the shop. Nine months out of the year I work with the side door and the garage door wide open and a breeze blowing through the shop. I also focus more on my hand tools because I enjoy that process more. The sawdust created by my hand tools has a different quality than that made by my machines. Its heavier, spends less time in the air and gets up my nose even less. I dont have anything scientific to back up those observations, so dont ask.
But lately, I have been using my powered friends a little more than before. In late 2009 early 2010 I started a hand tool sabbatical, wanting to learn how to work in an unplugged capacity. No lie, there was a big learning curve, I mangled some wood and I learned a lot to where I am now. Master by no means, Id call it reasonably competent. Now that my power tools are creeping back into the workflow at appropriate times, I find the way I use them has changed.
I used to approach them from a very production like mentality. "Im going to cut all the boards for this part of the project to these dimensions and I wont move the fence until complete." Its become a lot more intuitive now. I look at measurements less because I know the cut Im expecting to get from saw. Ive almost completely given up crosscutting on my tablesaw and I havent cut much joinery, a tenon or rabbet, on it in forever.
But the thing I have to ponder now is my dust collection. If I continue using my power tools, even as much as 25% of the time, I should improve this part of my shop. If for no other reason than to improve the safety and enjoyability of the time I spend out there. This will take some significant planning and thought, but Im coming around to the idea that something more than my two brooms and a dust pan strategy is required.
After the war is over, the dust settles down and you get to see what you have left to work with.
Ratione et Passionis
Oldwolf
I guess I would be alone in righting the devastation.
It started just inside the door and the big pile of sawdust on the floor and around my bandsaw.
Along the floor in front of the workbench didnt look too bad, but there was a lot more dust than shavings. Im used to seeing more shavings.
On top the bench was everything I had been working with at the end. I realized I had also left my tool chest open, one of my cardinal no-nos. Cleaning the dust from inside there would take a while.
In my focus, I just didnt realize how much dust I was creating. I leaned a little more power tool than hand tool on this project, particularly to cut time and effort. You can follow my work in the scuff marks on the floor. Like Prince Humperdinck dissecting the sword fight between the Dread Pirate Roberts and Inigo Montoya by their footprints in the sand.
Ive never worried that much about dust collection in the shop. Nine months out of the year I work with the side door and the garage door wide open and a breeze blowing through the shop. I also focus more on my hand tools because I enjoy that process more. The sawdust created by my hand tools has a different quality than that made by my machines. Its heavier, spends less time in the air and gets up my nose even less. I dont have anything scientific to back up those observations, so dont ask.
But lately, I have been using my powered friends a little more than before. In late 2009 early 2010 I started a hand tool sabbatical, wanting to learn how to work in an unplugged capacity. No lie, there was a big learning curve, I mangled some wood and I learned a lot to where I am now. Master by no means, Id call it reasonably competent. Now that my power tools are creeping back into the workflow at appropriate times, I find the way I use them has changed.
I used to approach them from a very production like mentality. "Im going to cut all the boards for this part of the project to these dimensions and I wont move the fence until complete." Its become a lot more intuitive now. I look at measurements less because I know the cut Im expecting to get from saw. Ive almost completely given up crosscutting on my tablesaw and I havent cut much joinery, a tenon or rabbet, on it in forever.
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| Dammit, I even left my chisels out. |
But the thing I have to ponder now is my dust collection. If I continue using my power tools, even as much as 25% of the time, I should improve this part of my shop. If for no other reason than to improve the safety and enjoyability of the time I spend out there. This will take some significant planning and thought, but Im coming around to the idea that something more than my two brooms and a dust pan strategy is required.
After the war is over, the dust settles down and you get to see what you have left to work with.
Ratione et Passionis
Oldwolf
After the avalanche starts
I know I spent my last post kind of whining about the work there was to do yet. Sometimes I wonder if I have a little adult onset attention deficit disorder. The truth is I like to look like Im making progress even to myself, and just knowing it sometimes isnt good enough, I have to see it.
The night after I made the post I had a little revelation that helped spur me back to work. Recently I have had the good fortune to find some seasons of the old sci-fi TV show "Babylon 5" at Wally World. I loved this show in syndication and is one of the only TV shows in my life I have ever made it a point to pay attention to watch. It was just a cut above most sci-fi shows, (including imho star trek) because the storyline was so well developed and it played the politics of a future in space with other species so well. If you have never seen it I know you can see episodes on Hulu here. Anyhow, not to get into things very deep at all, but at one point an alien ambassador gave some advice to another of the shows main characters, and I fell in love with the line, it went something like this. "After the avalanche starts, it is too late for the pebbles to vote." I know very Confucius.
This line kind of stuck in my head the last few days, I know an avalanche can start with just the mere shifting of a few pebbles, but once the course of one is set, there is no denying or turning back, no staying put on top of the mountain. You can resist in futility, or you can go with the flow. Although the analogy is not perfectly clean, and I have never really considered my projects to be an avalanche. Sometimes they do take on a life of their own and represent themselves as bigger than their initial intentions. I will think of this line from time to time when this happens, and remind myself that I was the pebble that started the slide, I should settle down and enjoy the ride.
Speaking of the ride itself, I did manage to finishing sharpening the saws that I have named the 4 Brothers. but speaking of the avalanche, I have also decided now that I cannot abide by the plastic handle on the one Disston Crosscut. The very next thing I do will be to make a wooden handle for him.
Again speaking for the ride itself, I received what may be my last plane purchase for a while two days ago. A vintage wooden German make horned plane I plan to use it for a scrub plane. Last night I took the time to scour the rust from the plane blade and chipbreaker and to sharpen and hone the blades. I took it for a test drive on a short piece of 2x4 . . . in less than 2 minutes of very light work, I had turned half of its thickness into shavings, knots and all. I love this thing. Now speaking of the avalanche, as I made room for my new friend in the drawers of my tool cart, I really settled down to the realization that I need to make the changes to how I store my tools that I mused about several posts ago, with building a hanging tool cabinet and rearranging the Wood Shop Jr. to make it more user friendly.
Still I cannot help myself, I love to be the pebble thats responsible for starting the show, but sometimes I get a little tired and wonder if the avalanche will ever stop. Maybe what I need to realize is the avalanche may just be perpetual, and I may forever be just along for the ride. If thats really how it is . . . I guess that will be OK by me, as long as there is some moments of accomplishment along the way.
Cheers
Oldwolf
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Speaking of the ride itself, I did manage to finishing sharpening the saws that I have named the 4 Brothers. but speaking of the avalanche, I have also decided now that I cannot abide by the plastic handle on the one Disston Crosscut. The very next thing I do will be to make a wooden handle for him.
Cheers
Oldwolf
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