Never Do Things Right

January 5th, 2009

You Will Pay in the End

I become more amazing every day.

I had three bolts broken off inside the wall of the tube on my table saw. How the previous owner managed to break them is a mystery. I had to get them out. I drove to Home Depot and bought an extractor.

I drilled a hole in the end of a bolt, planning to use the extractor. As soon as the bit went through (the bolt remnant was very short), the bolt popped through the bolt hole and disappeared. I guess it caught on the bit, and the bit turned it. Same thing happened on the second bold. On the third, I decided to be safe and use the extractor. I opened a hole, stuck the extractor in, started turning…and it snapped, leaving a piece of hard steel embedded in the bolt. Nice.

This is what I get for doing something right.

The great thing is, this gave me an opportunity to use my diamond rotary bits. I can’t remember how I ended up with them. Ebay, I guess. They’re for rotary tools like Dremels. I experimented with several, and finally, I found one I liked. I opened a nice big cavity in the bolt, hopefully with no extractor bits left in it, and I went to work with the drill again. Pretty soon the bolt disappeared, just like the others.

This is the beauty of having too many tools. You can almost always find something that will do what you want.

I got the saw set up (rails but no extension), and I tried a saw-calibrating method I had heard of. I crosscut a piece of wood with an X drawn on it, and then I mated up the sides, turned one piece over, and mated them again. The wood was about three inches across. I think there may be a tiny error of a small fraction of a millimeter, but it’s so small, I’m not sure. I put the pieces of wood together and checked them every way I could, using a square and straightedge. I noticed that the miter gauge from my Ridgid portable gave a better result than the nicer of the two gauges that came with the Powermatic 66. I guess it’s possible that the error came from the miter gauge.

The Corian blade made a very nice cut, but it seemed slow.

I was able to park the saw next to the wall with the rails on it, but I discovered that I was no longer able to open the car door. So things had to be reorganized. But now that the saw is on wheels, I don’t really care. Wheels seem to be the secret to successful small workshops.

Things are looking up. It’s pretty clear that I can put enough stuff out there to be able to tackle most problems and projects. I may even steal my cousin’s plans and build a cyclone.

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New Fun Challenge: Bolts Stuck in Saw Rail Tube

January 5th, 2009

What a Delightful Surprise

It turns out the guy who sold me the Powermatic 66 has a sense of humor.

I was trying to get the rails mounted. This should have been a ten-minute job, but I found rust and gunk on the tube, and I had to get it off. I started with a drill and wire wheel…then I remembered my GIGANTIC COMPRESSOR. I fired it up and appled the needle scaler. Unfortunately, it ate the paint pretty fast. So I finished up with sandpaper and the drill. I don’t care about the paint, because it’s going to have to be redone anyway. But I plan to use the saw before repainting, so I don’t want to mess it up more than necessary.

I got the tube cleaned up to where it was usable, and then I noticed three bolts, broken off inside the side of the tube. And of course, I had no extractors. So I had to hit Home Depot, just for the purpose of getting one. The assortment they had was lame, so I plan to root around on the web to see what else is out there. I bought one tiny extractor. It should do the job. Luckily, the bolts go into a hollow space, so if I can get them to turn in either direction, I’ll be fine. They’ll back out, or they’ll go forward and drop out inside the tube.

I saw a couple of bolt heads on the floor when I picked up the saw. Evidently, he had started dismantling it, but he hadn’t been able to finish. He didn’t say a thing about it. Maybe he was trying to take it apart so he could sell it to someone who would pay more.

I found out that the measuring tape on the tube can be replaced very easily. They cost twenty bucks, tops. So I may refinish the rails and tube eventually. Right now, I just want the saw to WORK.

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Help me Fix my Rails

January 5th, 2009

They Need a Bath

Help me out, tool nuts.

The rails on my Powermatic 66 have a lot of rust and crud on them. It’s bad enough to make me worry that the fence’s accuracy will be affected. I started working on it with a wire wheel, but that’s pretty slow. And I had to be careful to avoid the paint.

I’m wondering if I should just strip it bare and repaint it. The paint looks bad, and it will be hard to clean off the rust and gunk without removing the paint. Problem: the tape-measure part does not come off, so I don’t know how to work around it, and I can’t figure out how to replace it if I strip the markings off of it.

I’m not sure what kind of paint to use, either. It would have to be very tough.

I could get some blasting media and a blaster and Northern Tool and give it hell.

What would you do?

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Playing Hooky

January 5th, 2009

Back to the Land of Barbecue and Bass Boats

As stated previously, I had to travel this weekend. Believe it or not, I went to Frostproof again!

Last week, we were not able to get my sister to go. During the week, she said she regretted missing the trip. On Friday, I realized there was no reason we couldn’t make a second trip. So I made the proposal, and my dad and my sister accepted, and off we went!

This was a better trip; my cousin Wade was there this time, so we got to visit.

I’ll show you a few things.

This is from the first trip, in December. It’s a purple gallinule. My cousin Peg took us down to a public dock, and she opened a bag of crackers, and this bird heard it and made a frantic dash for us. They like crackers.

Here are Gladys, my father, and Peg on the dock.

Here is Gladys, looking out over Lake Reedy. She was there about five minutes before she made some new friends and got into an animated conversation. Not bad for nearly 93.

Here are some shots from the second trip. First, Gladys’s Caddy. Note the Bush sticker.

Here’s a garage wall with a bunch of stuff from Kentucky on it. Cast iron, a wooden bowl, a butter churn, a washboard, and of course, Big Mouth Billy Bass.

I got some photos of my cousin Steve’s workshop. Here’s a dust collection cyclone he built himself. Wade was a little miffed because he didn’t get credit for the metal parts, which he put together for Steve.

This is Steve’s rotating table. You can see the miter saw on the top. On the bottom, there is a lathe.

Here’s the old drill press. He says he got it from a Montgomery Ward that closed. They were using it to drill bowling balls.

Here you see my dad, Gladys, and Wade.

Frostproof is a wonderful town, although the landscape is pretty scrubby. Central Florida is not a feast for the eyes. You can have a very nice yard or small farm, but big pieces of land tend to look dry and forlorn. If you go a little farther north in Florida, things look a lot better.

I asked Gladys about the churches up there. She attends a Baptist church, and she used to teach Sunday school for them. They bring her recordings of the services when she doesn’t feel like going. They have several other churches.

While we were at the dock a week ago, I found a stainless steel fish hook on the planks. At first, I didn’t think anything of it. Then I thought of the prayer Rick Wilkerson offered for my dad, the last time my sister were in his church. He prayed that God would put a hook in his jaw and bring him to church. And it occurred to me, how nice it would be to be drawn out of Miami and into a peaceful place like Frostproof, with nice people and lots of breathing room. I put the hook in my pocket and brought it home.

Here it is on the railing at the dock:

You will also see it on this blog’s header.

I have stuff to do. Enjoy your Monday.

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Where Does the Steering Wheel Go?

January 4th, 2009

Help me Park This Thing

Sorry about the hiatus yesterday. I had to do a little unexpected traveling. More about that when I am less pooped.

I want to announce that I got the mobile base for my giant Powermatic 66 saw finished. It was a pain, but I did it. I don’t just mean putting the frame together and adding wheels, which I already bragged about. Now I have the brakes and levelers on.

If you buy one of these things, do yourself a huge favor and find a way to hoist your saw and lower it into the base. It has a whole bunch of bolts that go into nuts which are on the inside of the frame, against the saw. It’s not easy getting them all installed and tightened. And when you get to the levelers, you will find that some of the holes you used for the structural bolts are really leveler holes (they don’t point this out in the instructions), so you have to take these bolts out with your saw sitting in the frame, and then you have to put the levelers in.

It is not fun.

Later this week, the planer will arrive. After that, I will have nearly no excuse for not building something. So you know what that means.

I’ll have to start working really hard on a new excuse.

I’ve been reading Doug Stowe’s Basic Box Making book. I am becoming a fan of this guy, the way teenage girls used to be fans of the Beatles.

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I Roll on Shabbos

January 2nd, 2009

All my Saw’s Base are Belong to Me

My saw has a mobile base! It’s incredible! I can push it around the garage, like a sweaty, angry tugboat mooring an aircraft carrier!

I got an HTC 3000 base for it. Now that I have seen how simple a saw base is, and how little steel it takes to hold a 700-pound object, I wish I had made a base from scratch. I could have done a better job. This one is generally okay, but it partially obstructs the dust collection hole, so if I want dust collection, I’m going to have to cut off a piece of the reducer I ordered to hook the saw up to the shop-vac. Maybe I’ll scrounge up some metal and weld up a base. I don’t need it, but that’s no excuse not to do it.

You would be surprised how easy it is to put a huge saw on a base without help. It’s pretty hard, but that’s easy, compared to impossible. And impossible is what I expected. You tilt the saw and put wood under it, and then you tilt it again to get the base between the wood and the saw. Then you put it all together, and you find a way to get the wood out.

I have a hoist, but I don’t trust it with this much weight.

I am now officially out of excuses for not using the saw. With the base working, I can put the rails on the saw, and that means I can put a router extension on it.

Could I be approaching the point where I actually DO something with tools?

I sure hope not.

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Safety Questions Leave Woodworkers Stumped

January 2nd, 2009

Rule of Thumb: Keep it Away From the Blade

I am sitting here waiting for tool stuff to arrive.

I decided to get an HTC mobile base for my table saw, since it is unusable unless it can be rolled. It’s impossible to buy one around here without paying an arm and a leg, so I ordered it. Once I have it in hand, I can start putting the saw together in a usable configuration. After that, I can check to see how well it works.

I still don’t know how well the Corian blades will work on wood. Someone told me they might be slow because they have a “negative rake.” I suppose the only test is to throw a piece of wood on the table.

I should get off my butt and make some table inserts and a cover for the motor. To make the inserts, I’ll need a router bit with a bearing. I bought one to make a hole for my router lift, but the bearing has slid down the shaft, away from the cutting part of the bit. I can’t figure that out. Is that supposed to happen? Maybe it will still work if I jam the bit as far into the collet as possible, so the collet supports the bearing.

I don’t know what to make the motor cover from. I suppose a nice grade of plywood. I could use something cheap, but I’ll have to look at this thing every time I use the saw, so it would be nice if it looked good. I can slop some paint on it.

I read the most disturbing thing on a forum today. There was a thread about safety, and one guy said he had cut off five fingers, some more than once! I couldn’t believe it! I felt like posting a message, asking if maybe he was in the wrong line of work, but I was afraid he would be offended. You only have to cut off my fingers once to make me realize I’m doing something wrong.

I guess reattaching fingers must be a lot easier than it used to be.

The table saw/router project is going nowhere until that mobile base arrives. I feel like I’m frozen in carbonite.

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Heather has Good News

January 2nd, 2009

But Not Two Mommies

I just got a wonderful report from Heather, whose mom needed prayer earlier today. God clearly came through, as he so often does:

Thank you everyone for lifting mom up in prayer. God is AWESOME(but we already knew that)!
The prayers were successful, the doctors were successful in inserting the stents in the urethra’s from the kidneys to the bladder!
She is by no means finished but I feel such a victory with this success! I was pretty distraught this morning when Dr. Grimm wasn’t able to initially place the stents.
Next Friday they want a full body PET SCAN, to determine if the cancer has spread anywhere. They are talking about maybe releasing her Monday.
Thank you all and God Bless you all!
Love & HUGS,
Heather

It’s funny; God gives us what we ask very often, but most prayers are for small things, and when we need things that are really important, we can forget his faithfulness in spite of our success with the little prayers. The more important the need, the easier it is to feel doubt. So it’s that much better when you get what you ask for.

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Yet Another Prayer Request

January 2nd, 2009

And it’s Time-Sensitive

First up, a prayer request. Fellow blogger Heather says her mother Penny has been diagnosed with cervical cancer, and it’s pretty far along. It is considered inoperable because surgery may damage her kidneys. The doctors believe they can cure it with radiation. Right now they are performing procedures to open up the connections between her kidneys and bladder. They tried this morning and failed; they are trying again at 1:00 p.m. I believe that’s Eastern time.

Heather says: “I am asking for your help in praying and asking that the Lord shrinks this tumor away from the kidneys & bladder.”

Prayer for healing works. There is no doubt about it. I am aware that there a lot of failure stories out there, but there are also a lot of legitimate successes, and I have experienced healing, personally. So I hope you will take a minute to consider Penny’s plight. You might also pray that her relationship with God would be deepened and strengthened, and that he help her turn to him and serve him. Prayers are most effective when coupled with a turn toward God.

It’s funny, I was busy with my unusually late morning prayer and study, and although I don’t like interrupting that, I felt like coming in here and checking my email. And there I saw Heather’s request. I’ll be going back to my personal business as soon as I post this.

I have a product to recommend. You may be tired of hearing about my sister and me, but I have to tell you, she has turned out to be like a buried treasure chest. All I hoped for was a relationship and a turn to God, but she keeps providing me with unexpected blessings, like the incredible Bible software she got me.

A couple of days ago, she dropped off a Wayne Cochran CD. Like most charismatics, he is very big on memorizing and claiming the promises of the Bible. Sometimes they go overboard on this, but there is no doubt whatsoever that it works. He has created a package of CDs, in which he reads selected verses, with music in the background. He repeats them over and over. The idea is that you play these things in the background while you live your life, and it soaks into you.

I ripped the CD to my MP3 player and gave it a try last night. It’s fantastic. Much better than I expected. If you can listen to this stuff and not feel powerful and full of faith at the end, there is something wrong with you.

I tend to be suspicious of things like this, because they generally cost a fair amount, and I am leery of Christian products where the profit motive seems too prominent, and I would be afraid of giving people the impression that having material like this playing in the background has a magical effect that allows you to receive blessings with no effort. Prayer wheels don’t work. But it has turned out to be a very helpful product, so I can’t criticize it at all. You can find these things at Voice for Jesus.

I am considering asking if I can send a couple of these to Mish Weiss and Leah Friedman. As you probably know, they both have severe medical problems. This stuff is all Old Testament (at least the disk I listened to), so I don’t foresee any problems over the Christian aspect.

Here’s some weird news. A few days back, Rich Wilkerson’s Trinity Church sent me a card promoting their “My 40-Day Challenge” event. They are helping people make changes in their lives for the New Year. You can see the promotional website here.

Shortly afterward, I got a call from my sister. She has decided to quit smoking, as of yesterday. I can’t tell you what great news this is. We have had so many cancer deaths, and apart from that, smoking creates a lot of friction. It’s irritating, riding in a car with someone who has to have the windows open even when it rains. The smell on a person’s belongings and clothing is very hard to tolerate. And smokers inconvenience people all the time, going to buy cigarettes or insisting on taking breaks to feed their addiction. Also, my sister has hopes of finding a husband, and smoking makes that much harder. Truthfully, a cigarette in a woman’s hand is like a flag that says, “Don’t marry me.”

I told her about the card. I don’t know if she’ll make any use of it.

Yesterday, I was IMing with Aaron, and we were talking about religion, and on his own, he mentioned a bit of rabbinical wisdom. I may be distorting it. I believe he said they believed that if you can make a change for the better and hold onto it for 40 days, it will become permanent.

Of course, I had not mentioned Rich Wilkerson. So I was all freaked out. I think I’ll tell my sister.

Wilkerson seems to have gotten the 40-day concept from Jesus’s fast in the desert, although I suppose he might be familiar with the Jewish reference Aaron cited.

That’s it. I’m posting so you will have time to help Heather’s mom.

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Christmas Gift

January 1st, 2009

It was Free, but it Has no Price

I had an unusual experience yesterday, and I thought I should share it.

My sister and I partnered on my dad’s Christmas gifts this year. A couple of years back, I got him a nice bicycle, and he rides it a lot. I thought he needed a decent set of panniers (saddlebags) for it, so he could take his laptop with him to the marina when he visits the boat. We got him a nice Tubus rack and some Ortlieb panniers. I don’t suggest you get these yourself. They are not cheap or even close to it.

Yesterday he asked me for help mounting the tube and bags, and I stopped what I was doing and went to his aid. I had intended to mount them myself, but he was impatient.

The instructions were horrible. In reality, they were not instructions. The rack materials had some printed directions that were not good, and the bags came with tiny diagrams. Maybe that’s what passes for instructions in Germany, where they were made. He wandered off somewhere, and I got the rack installed. Then we worked together on the bags. Very confusing, but we figured it out.

It took a surprisingly long time, but while we worked, I silently thanked God, because the problems gave us more time together.

The seat on the bike had snapped, and it wasn’t on warranty, so he had bought a new one. I installed that for him. He had had a flat tire, and he had had it fixed, so I put the rear wheel and repaired tire on the bike. We got him a special padded laptop bag to go inside the panniers, so we put that in the right bag, and we put his heavy Kryptonite lock in the left bag.

He got on the bike and started off to see how well it worked with the bags. Right away, we saw that his tires were low, so we fixed that. And off he went, slowly pedaling down the road.

I had the strangest feeling as I watched him. I thought back to the late Sixties, when Christmas brought me a bright red bike from Sears. I started out with training wheels, and before long I was riding around the neighborhood, out of my parents’ sight and back. Watching my dad, I realized how they must have felt as they turned me loose on that bike. He weaved a little, and he didn’t go too fast. He kept going and going, farther than I expected, down to an intersection. I wondered whether he would look for approaching cars. I realized that it must have been hard for them, watching me take off into the world, out of their protective grasp. I wished I could reach out and hold him up. I understood how it felt to know that someone you loved might not always be with you, no matter what you did. In some ways we are very powerless.

I also thought about the closeness we now have. It’s a new thing. A few years old. Unexpected. I hate to say it, but my mother’s passing opened the door and made it possible. Without her presence, we have had to deal with each other directly, face to face. She was not there to tell me how he was doing or call me on his behalf.

Twenty years ago, we rarely talked, and he was a hard person to be around. Now I have no closer friend. I’m so grateful. I believe my father didn’t really fall in love with my mother until shortly before she learned she had cancer. By then, there was nothing he could do to make up for the wasted years. Now he has to live with that. By the grace of God, I don’t have that problem with my father. I have been blessed with time to heal the wounds. I think I’m going to have enough time to get him to church. I truly believe that.

Good things keep coming to me. This is among the best. I wish my mother were here to share it, but I think we’ll share it with her eventually, when we are reunited. My sister is drawing closer, too. The horror of this family’s dysfunction is coming to a close. That is a rare gift. Generally, sick families get worse, and the best available remedy is for each member to try to have a healthy life while accepting that the others will never change. That is a sad subsitute for what we have been given.

Is this a testimony? I guess it is.

Don’t give up hope. Don’t give in to laziness and quit trying, to end the pain and frustration of caring. Surely God’s blessings were not crafted for a few special families here and there. Surely, if you try, you can find the help you need.

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Hope Your Night was as Boring as Mine

January 1st, 2009

January 1 Without Pain

GOOD MORNING!!!

Sorry, did I hurt your hung-over eyeballs?

I know it’s not morning. Sadly, I was forced to stay up last night, so I got up very late, and this is why I’m putting my first post up in the afternoon. Fireworks used to be illegal in Florida, except for those silly “snakes” and sparklers, but they have been legal for a while now, and the result is that we get explosions on New Year’s Eve, continuing uninterrupted until about 1 a.m. So that’s when I went to bed, and I got up at TEN. I hate it. If I go to bed at my usual hour, this day will be shorter than a typical 1950s gladiator movie.

My routine is messed up, but I feel great. I didn’t drink last night, and I didn’t smoke. I’ve decided I’m going to have a policy of avoiding New Year’s parties from now on. I just don’t like them. I don’t get drunk any more, so if I go to a New Year’s party, here’s what the experience will amount to: hanging out with drunks while I am sober. Whee. Fun.

I have noticed a funny thing about Christianity. Very often, you find you need to give things up for one reason or another, and at first it seems like you’re missing out, and then later you’re extremely glad you made the change. The New Year’s thing is an example of that.

I used to get invited to New Year’s parties, and I was grateful that people thought of me, and the parties weren’t too bad, but there was always a sense of debauchery and guilt. You screw up your sleep pattern, you get drunk, you may wind up with a major sexual sin, and the next day, if you have kids, you probably neglect them and snap at them. You may find yourself driving home drunk; be honest. And it’s expensive, for some reason. If you go out, I mean. Here in Miami, they have parties that start at maybe $125.

The first time I failed to receive an invitation, I felt a little left out, but now I’m glad I don’t celebrate. I avoid a lot of things that leave me feeling empty and sort of grimy.

Yesterday the true nature of New Year’s Eve became clear to me. Do you know what it is? It’s a bachelor party that ruins the beginning of the year. Seriously. Bachelor parties ruin the beginnings of marriages, and New Year’s parties make sure new years get off to terrible starts.

I’m not condemning all bachelor parties. If your buddies take you out for a nice steak, that’s wonderful. I’m talking about drunken parties, and especially parties with strippers, many of whom–sorry to tell you, ladies–are really prostitutes. Strippers rub men’s genitals, they perform sex acts on themselves and each other, they strip completely nude, they allow photography so your future husband can have something to hide from you later, and in some cases, they do extra favors on an a la carte basis. This is not something you want, at the beginning of a relationship. Or ever.

And how many grooms will admit their strippers are prostitutes? Probably a small percentage. Why start a marriage with a cover-up?

Brides resent that type of bachelor party, and they have every right to feel that way. It’s infidelity, just like taking a prostitute to a hotel. Even if the groom doesn’t touch the strippers, it’s deliberate, premeditated infidelity of the heart. It’s a bad idea. I’ll go farther. It’s a filthy and contemptible thing to do. It shows how little respect you have for your bride, and how little empathy you feel for her. It’s cruel. It’s proof you don’t deserve a good wife yet. I didn’t realize this when I was younger, but it’s very clear to me now.

Getting plastered on December 31 is similar, because it assures that you start the new year in a bad humor, with a fresh burden of pointless sin on your shoulders. And you might wake up with a DWI.

I have another observation about New Year’s parties. They seem to be intended to fill a hole in people’s lives. People have outrageous hopes for December 31. They scramble to find parties to go to, as if they expect to experience ecstasy. It’s as if getting bombed and dancing and losing all your inhibitions is such a tremendous blessing, you would be crazy to miss out. It’s as if people have so few moments of happiness, they can’t risk missing these parties. I don’t feel that way. Maybe that’s because I now have joy in my life, without getting hammered. To me, a drunken party is not a pleasure to be anticipated with eagerness. It’s a major inconvenience. A drag. Like standing in line to get a driver’s license renewed.

Of course, I didn’t always have this attitude. When I was in college, I looked forward to a good drinking binge the way prisoners look forward to parole. I’ve probably gotten drunk as recently as 2007. And while I thought it was wrong to have strippers and filth at bachelor parties, I didn’t think it was a big deal.

Beginnings are important, and they are fragile, and we should protect them instead of treating them with contempt. That’s what I think. So keep the Champagne fountain and the rented limo; I prefer to get my rest so I can enjoy the next day.

Yesterday I said this holiday had no religious significance, and for the vast majority of people, this is true, but readers have chimed in with two corrections. First, some churches celebrate something called the Feast of Circumcision (a truly unfortunate name for a holiday), and some spend time honoring Mary. You learn something new every day. Well, every week, anyway. Most weeks.

I hope most of you are hangover-free today, so you can enjoy yourselves. The weather is gorgeous here in Miami.

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Happy Wednesday Night

December 31st, 2008

Enjoy a Nice Glass of Ice Water With Me

I realize everyone already knows I’m a bad person, but let me remind you anyway, by pointing out that I am glad I’m not doing anything for New Year’s Eve.

New Year’s Eve has no religious significance. It does not pay respect to people who died in wars for us. It does not celebrate our independence from England, whereby we gained many rights, including the right to edible food and a full set of teeth. All this holiday does is remind us that we are old and mortal and give us a reason to get blind stinking drunk and stay up all night.

I don’t like staying up late. I am tired of being really drunk. I dislike loud music. I can’t stand having my sleep routine disrupted.

But I sure look forward to tomorrow morning, when the world will be quiet, the drunks will be off the road, and I will be the only person in my neighborhood who feels good.

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Am Yisroel Chai

December 31st, 2008

Loneliest Nation on Earth

Tonight while Israel suffers alone, through what may be its last major battle under a relatively friendly American regime, let’s pray for her victory, and that a lasting and productive ceasefire will follow.

Aaron says Los Angeles synagogues are recommending that people recite Psalms 121 and 142. He pointed out that Psalm 121 is the one that is quoted on the wonderful plate I received from the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews. Here’s the psalm that came to my mind.

Psalm 3

Lord, how they have increased who trouble me!
Many are they who rise up against me.
2 Many are they who say of me,
“There is no help for him in God.”
Selah

3 But You, O Lord, are a shield for me,
My glory and the One who lifts up my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice,
And He heard me from His holy hill.
Selah

5 I lay down and slept;
I awoke, for the Lord sustained me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people
Who have set themselves against me all around.

7 Arise, O Lord;
Save me, O my God!
For You have struck all my enemies on the cheekbone;
You have broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Salvation belongs to the Lord.
Your blessing is upon Your people.

Here is Psalm 121.

I will lift up my eyes to the hills —
From whence comes my help?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.

3 He will not allow your foot to be moved;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, He who keeps Israel
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord is your keeper;
The Lord is your shade at your right hand.
6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord shall preserve you from all evil;
He shall preserve your soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore.

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Semiconductor Toes

December 31st, 2008

Get Ready

Here is my Christian crazy moment of the day.

In the book of Daniel, Nebuchadnezzar dreamed of a giant statue. The head was of gold, the chest and arms were silver, the belly was brass, the legs were iron, and the feet were iron mixed with clay. The different ingredients represented kingdoms which were to come. The gold represented Babylon, the silver represented the Medes and Persians, and so on. Many Christians think the iron represented Rome, and that “Rome” includes the modern West.

Here’s an idea which has been rolling around in my head for a long time. Is it possible that the mingled iron and clay represent the age of technology? After all, electronics are made from metals mingled with non-metallic minerals like silicon, which are found in soil. Clay is soil.

It’s also interesting that the materials degrade as time passes, suggesting that humanity itself deteriorates. Maybe our inventions and conveniences and wealth have made us soft and less virtuous than our forebears. Surely, we know less about God, since we are farther from creation.

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January Sledding in Miami

December 31st, 2008

Call me the Wood Whimperer

I didn’t get a whole lot of input on the planer sled idea, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s a done deal. One reader said it was a pain to set up, but compared to sacrificing a fourth of the garage for a jointer that will only plane small pieces of wood, that is a small problem.

As for planer choices, it sort of looks like a reconditioned DeWalt is the way to go. I just got a reconditioned router, and it appears to be unused. A new Ridgid or Delta planer costs about the same amount, but the Delta is not as good as the DeWalt, and the Ridgid is not as good as the Delta. And DeWalt offers a good warranty on recons. You can’t compare it to Ridgid’s lifetime deal, but you get a much better tool.

I have to think about a project, and I have to get the lowdown on obtaining wood. I’m interested in using free local live oak. Some people say it’s not very good, but I have seen bowls made from it, and they looked fantastic. Not as pretty as maple or walnut, but well worth the effort. I wonder if any of the exotic trees we have here are of any use. This town is full of Australian pines (casuarinas) which have very heavy wood, but some people say it’s useless because it cracks and warps as it dries.

I can just see me, jumping out of my dad’s SUV and wrestling people’s garbage into the back. That’s where live oak is found; in trash heaps.

I don’t know of any other hardwoods that grow down here, except for mahogany. We have no maples or hickories. Definitely no walnuts or pecans. The web says there are red maples in the Everglades, but I’ve never seen one in Miami. Believe it or not, citrus wood is supposed to be good for turning.

If I succeed in making even one box, everyone who reads this blog has to tug the forelock and acknowledge my prowess.

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The Opposite of Important

December 31st, 2008

Jerusalem’s Antipode

I always like to annoy people by pointing out that Israel is pretty much the center of the world.

Want proof? Enter these coordinates into Google Earth and see where you go: 31°46′41.11″S, 144°45′52.00″W.

That is the antipode of the Temple Mount. If you stuck a pin in the world at the Dome of the Rock and ran it through the center of the earth, it would come out at that location. It is as desolate a place as you can imagine; the closest land mass is Rapa Iti, in French Polynesia. This watery non-location is more remote than Pitcairn Island, which is saying something. Not only is it way out in the center of the Pacific; it even manages to be centered when the S shape of the Pacific is taken into account. Rapa Iti itself is 880 miles south of Tahiti.

Interesting bit of trivia.

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Get me Some Wild Locusts

December 30th, 2008

Further Confirmation for People Who Think I’m Nuts

This year I have been putting up pieces explaining various reasons I have for believing in God. I thought I’d toss another one out tonight. You may think I’m crazy after you read it, but there is a good chance you thought that already.

Please don’t take this the wrong way. It’s not intended to be gross, or to somehow reconcile Christianity with lewdness. And I didn’t hear it from a preacher; it occurred to me independently. I don’t know if anyone else has these ideas.

What happened during the Crucifixion? Jesus wore a crown of thorns. He was killed. At the moment of his death, the veil in the temple was torn down the middle.

Here is the story of the veil. It hung between the main part of the temple and the holy of holies. The holy of holies was the location of the Ark of the Covenant. Only Levites were allowed to approach it. They had to be male. They had to be unblemished, and in the Bible, an unblemished male symbolizes the sinless Son of God. They had to be ritually pure before they entered, because the presence of God was in the holy of holies–in any place where the Ark was located. If they were not fit to approach, they died. According to Aaron, the Jews used to tie ropes to the ankles of the priests in case they were killed by the virtue of God. The ropes were used to drag them out, because anyone who approached to remove the bodies could be killed as well.

The veil was very, very thick. It was many thicknesses of cloth, sewn together. Some sources say it was four inches thick. Some say more. In any case, it probably was not an insubstantial piece of fabric that could tear for no good reason. So why did it tear, and why was this mentioned in the Bible? What possible importance did it have? I think I can explain.

What happened when Jesus died? Human beings, who would otherwise have been destroyed and lost, became capable of receiving the Holy Spirit, maturing into godly beings of greatly improved character and faith, and receiving the promise of eternal life in the presence of God.

The Crucifixion was an act of fertilization. It imparted new potential to us, just as fertilization imparts new potential to human ova, which otherwise pass out of the body and rot. It allowed the Holy Spirit to enter us and cause us to grow and improve and turn into beings which can eventually leave our limited world and become part of a bigger one. Just as babies leave their small world and enter ours.

The things I’ve said so far are not particularly controversial. But when you put them together, you get something that will probably make people uncomfortable.

I believe the crown of thorns represented circumcision. I believe the veil of the temple represented the natural veil that exists inside a woman’s body before she first has sex. I believe the tear in the veil showed that humanity had been imbued with the seed of God and enabled to grow to be like him. Before the Crucifixion, only the priests and a few prophets could approach God. Afterward, that privilege became available to all of us, because we were cleansed by Christ’s blood, as the priests were cleansed before entering the holy of holies.

Jesus was God’s instrument of fertilization, just as men have instruments of fertilization. The tearing of the veil was like the tearing that takes place when a pure woman comes together with her husband. In relation to God, humanity is feminine. This is why the church is called the Bride of Christ. The temple represented the body of a woman, with the holy of holies as her most private area.

Here’s an odd thing that seems to fit in with this pattern of symbolism. Have you ever looked at the Ark? It’s a container with two angelic figures on top of it, facing each other. Google a picture of it. Now Google a diagram of a woman’s uterus and ovaries. You would have to be blind to miss the resemblance.

In Christianity, a believer becomes like the Ark. God comes to live inside us, gestating as we become more like him. His spirit puts his nature inside us, just as the Mosaic laws are present in the Ark in the form of the tablets on which the Ten Commandments are inscribed. At some point, it also contained Aaron’s rod, which represents the power of faith. It also contained manna, which probably represented God’s provision for our needs.

If you think about it, what Jesus accomplished was a lot like the competition to reach the ovum. There are many candidates for the title of redeemer and savior, but only one gets through and accomplishes the act.

This symbolic pattern is something that came to me a long time ago. It’s so clear, I can’t believe any of it is coincidental.

I thought about it tonight while I watched a Perry Stone video on the Rapture. He pointed out something fascinating. In his time, Jesus was the living ark. Perry Stone didn’t say that; it’s something people already believe. Here’s what Stone said: after Jesus died, two angels were found, one at each end of the slab where his body had rested. These angels were–or represented–the carved cherubim on the Ark of the Covenant. The carved cherubim sat on either side of the lid, which was called the mercy seat; it was the place where God’s spirit rested. The purpose of the angels at the tomb was to show that an earthly vessel containing God’s presence had sat between them.

That certainly makes sense to me. They had no other reason to be there. Jesus was gone; the tomb was empty.

I see symbolism like this all over the place. There is too much of it for it not to mean anything.

In other news, I think my best option right now is to get a small Delta planer and forget about jointers. I can fake jointing, but a planer is a near-must. I’m also thinking I need to look into a band saw. Why? Because a man who has a band saw, a maul, and wedges can make finished lumber from tree trunks. I live in a place where oaks and other trees are piled by the roadside all the time; it would be great fun to see if I could turn some of it into boxes or tables. And I would also be able to use boards from the property I inherited from my grandparents, if I ever got ahold of any. And there are a million other things a band saw can do.

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Wheels

December 30th, 2008

My Portable 700-Pound Saw

I have to break down and get a wheeled base for the Powermatic 66. I can’t put the rails on, add a router insert, connect a shop-vac, or do anything at all of value until I can roll this baby around the garage.

Problem: the nearest available mobile base is in Pompano Beach, and they want $35 more for it than Amazon, which will also deliver it for nothing. My cheapness gene is shrieking.

I know what you’re going to say. “Weld one up!” That’s a fine idea, except that it wouldn’t be all that much cheaper than buying one. I don’t have enough steel. Maybe if I could scrounge up an old bed frame I could do it, but they are never around when you need one. And the main problem, really, is that I have no idea how to make one that will do what an HTC mobile base will do. An HTC 3000 will hold the saw a scant 3/4″ off the floor, and it will lower it when I get it where I want it.

I could buy a piece of thick plywood and add wheels, but the saw would be maybe 4″ taller than it is now.

I’m all excited about the idea of making a sled for a planer, to obviate the need for a jointer. My hope is to start out with very small wood projects, so I should be able to get by with a pretty small sled I can story without too much hassle. Boy, would that beat a huge machine taking up tons of real estate. And with over 11″ of capacity, I wouldn’t have the small-jointer blues.

The cabinet saw has a design feature I don’t understand. The bottom is wide open. So if you hook a vacuum up to it, most of the dust will bypass it and land on the ground. I wonder why it’s made that way. You would think they would have stuck a sheet of metal or something in the bottom. I suppose I can make something from hardboard. Hopefully the vacuum won’t suck it out of place.

I also have to make a motor cover. I can get one from Powermatic, but everyone says they’re awful, so I think quarter-inch plywood is the way to go.

There must be something I can do right now. I guess the motor cover and some throat plate inserts are within my reach.

I talked with my sister today. She swears she’s quitting smoking. Man, what a relief. My mother died from lung cancer. My aunt. Two great-grandmothers. My uncle died from stomach cancer which may have been caused by smoking and snuff. Enough is enough.

We both have the feeling that this family is walking out of a dark tunnel together. How strange it is, talking to her about things like this. A year ago, I thought there was no hope for our relationship. Now we go to church together and buy each other Bibles and Bible software. It gives me hope that we will eventually get my dad into church, and maybe we’ll be able to help other members of our family who are not as close to God as they should be.

There is nothing like taking a negative relationship and turning it into a positive one. You lose a spiritual and emotional drain, and you turn it into a source of strength and faith. It puts you two ahead on the ratio of positive to negative relationships, because you lose a bad relationship and gain a good one. Mathematically, it’s far better than just forming a new bond with a new person.

These days I look forward to hearing from her. In the past, I did not, because it usually meant there was going to be friction. When she kept to herself, I was happy. That was all I asked of her. Now we go places together, and we talk about our hopes for the future. An enormous source of stress is gone from my life, and presumably, from hers. Only God could do something like this.

Guess I better make a decision about that mobile base.

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Who Needs a Jointer?

December 30th, 2008

Cheap = Good

I love Taunton.com. I pay a piddling sum every year, and they let me root through their PDF articles. They also have videos.

Today I found a great article. A woodworker named Gary Rust (good thing he’s not a welder) invented a sled you can use to run warped boards through a planer. It will give you one flat, milled side. Then you flip the wood over and plane the other side without the sled.

This is fantastic. Not only can you avoid buying a jointer; you can use a $350 planer to plane boards nearly a foot wide. Yes, I said “plane.” Let’s be serious; that’s what a jointer does.

Grizzly’s cheapest 8″ jointer costs $700 plus shipping, and it’s merely a Grizzly, and it’s gigantic. This guy’s sled will do bigger boards, and it costs $20.

Here’s what I want to know. Why isn’t somebody patenting and selling this? Too late now; he put it in a magazine article. But he could have made some money. I would have been thrilled to pay between fifty and a hundred bucks for a simple, compact tool that would let me avoid buying a jointer.

If this thing works, it means you can plane and thickness your wood on your planer, square up the edges with your table saw or even a circular saw and track system, and avoid the jointer altogether.

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All Around me, Tools I Want but Don’t Need

December 30th, 2008

Turn Off the Monitor and Get me a Sedative

Everyone who thinks I got a good deal on the Powermatic 66, take a look at this: CLICK. That’s an old Walker-Turner cabinet saw, for $195. Pretty cool.

I don’t know much about Walker-Turner, but I’ve heard about their tools, and I haven’t seen any critical remarks, except that their table saws are on the underpowered side. But that’s what new motors are for.

There is also an ad for a “commercial” Powermatic table saw in Hialeah, for $200. I hope it’s a pile of rust!

I read a little bit about planers and jointers yesterday. I drew two conclusions. First, if you can’t have both, a planer is better than a jointer. Second, sooner or later, you will need an 8″ jointer.

It’s kind of weird. The most popular size for a jointer is 6″, but I am told that most of the lumber you will want to mill with it will be about 7″ wide. I don’t know much about the way jointers work; maybe you can take a 7″ board and run it through a 6″ jointer twice, to get the whole thing done.

People are telling me the old Delta jointer I pointed out yesterday is probably a good buy. It’s something to think about. I linked to a giant Powermatic as a joke,  but I can’t see buying one, unless I find it within a block, and the owner is willing to help me wheel it over here. And it would take up a whole lot of room. The Delta looks small enough to hide by a garage wall.

Doug Stowe says he uses a combination jointer and planer, to save room.

Maybe someone in my area will retire and sell one cheap!

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