Sunday, June 29, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
...Or should I say: carving a plank to fit a niche, er notch is more correct. Niche or notch, whatever. As I get to the rail of the boat the plank needs to be shaved to fit the curvature of the rail. Using a band saw and a block plane and craftsmanship it does happen.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Not only the boats are a pain in the butt, butt installing the tubing for the refrigerator was a PITB. Made the connections and everything was cool except there were leaks coming from multiple places....had to cinch up crap more than I wanted to (didn't want to go so hard it would shear off). I kept on cinching furthur and further until all leakage stopped. clean up the frig of dirt and now we get ice and ice water through the door! We are fancy now, ...and I believe this puts us in the upper class.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
When we see the bloodshed, terror and destruction born of such generous enthusiasms as the love of God, love of Christ, love of a nation, compassion for the oppressed and so on, we usually blame this shameful perversion on a cynical, power-hungry leadership. actually, it is the unification set in motion by these enthusiasms, raqther than the manipulations of a scheming loeadership, that transmutes noble impulses into a reality of hatred and violence. the deindividualization wich is a prerequisite for thorough integration and selfless dedication is also, to a considerable extent, a process of dehumanization. The torture chamber is a corporate institution.
You may be confused because there are 2 boats when you were thinking only one.....well, did ya punk? Anyway heres the swim deck taken off the Correct Craft and put on the Crooks....still confused? Good, you aren't reading this anyway, nobody is reading this 'cept me.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I CAN FEELLyrics: HYDE Music: KAZFeel, I can feel you - the bliss, your kissI can’t believe it - could this be fate?Karada wo kaishite dakishime aeba surpriseKuuryoku no kaihou tamashii wa mou arise*You’re part of me,we’re melting into each otherLife’s mysteries, no,none of it seems to matterI can feel I can feelI can feel I can feelWaiting for this timeI can feel I can feelI can feel I can feelNow the truth is mineI didn’t notice you here, so nearWords, we don’t need them -this soup of the soul
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
That river keeps flowin' and we flowed along with it. It was expensive, the price of ethyl these days....$4.50 per gallon. The cost in gas just for making the 150 mile car journey up and back (Santa Cruz, CA-Sacramento)=$90.00. The boat journey from Sacramento to Locke and back =$90.00. Add in the incidental costs such as beer and we're talking real money. Too much, the boat's not going out again until my financial ship comes in and that won't be until November, maybe longer.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Well, put on gasket material and reattached the riser. Today, I fired her up and she runs good. The riser leaks just a little bit....not perfect but good enough, way less leakage than before when a spray fan would rule the territory there. Also, the water intake system that I reworked seems to be not leaking at all. May be taking it out on tuesday.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Today, let's call it the band saw, the planer and the stick of ebony. A 1/8" strip of ebony will be the "pin striping" inbetween the redwood planks. Definately not the typical way, not even the cowboy way. ....Do not shun women, but never give them your essence....save it for your boat!
Using my restoration philosophy of starting from the rear (stern)and restoring in an forward direction and in the spirit of cheapness, I glued down the first plank made out of a former redwood fence board. After planing it down to 3/8" x 1.75" that sucker got slapped down and using weights (see picture) and what I call "the glue to glue anything" I don't think that is ever going to come off.....talk about commiting oneself!, no turning back from this road to restoration.