Saturday, March 17, 2012
An afternoon in the country
Needing some apples from an old farm orchard, I drove out of town into the green that is Southland's pastoral farmland. With my camera at the ready, I scanned the side roads, road sides, lanes and paddocks for anything interesting. I found a double pile of sawdust beside a rusty-roofed shed, an ancient apple tree that had been barked by too-hungry sheep, and in an almost empty shed, a old iron bed-head with owls as it's theme. Curious.
The beak
I'm fashioning a tool. It's such a primal thing to do and I'm reveling in the doing of it.
I found an elbow of rhododendron root as I was hand-sawing down the massive multi-trunked thing in order to build a whare rau, and recognised it as a useful piece. I have for a long time now, wanted to make a wooden digging tool in the manner of early man. I've a stout branch lined up to become a ko, but wanted a hand tool as well, something for unearthing spuds and cultivating after peas. This root was perfect, so I cut it, weighed it in my hand and found it to be good. This morning I took to it with an adze and shaped it to fit and tapered the point. There was not a lot of science behind my work, but it's a simple tool. I then rasped it with the mother of all rasps that I found in my son's workshop. Now, the wooden tool is resting. I'm keeping it out of the light and cool, so that it doesn't split. Perhaps I should wrap it in a damp cloth. Once it's seasoned, I'll finish it off with a rough paper and take it out for a trial. At least I can be sure I won't cut or stab myself with it, as I have with just about ever steel tool I own. It's not that I'm maladroit, but over time, little slip-ups do happen.
I found an elbow of rhododendron root as I was hand-sawing down the massive multi-trunked thing in order to build a whare rau, and recognised it as a useful piece. I have for a long time now, wanted to make a wooden digging tool in the manner of early man. I've a stout branch lined up to become a ko, but wanted a hand tool as well, something for unearthing spuds and cultivating after peas. This root was perfect, so I cut it, weighed it in my hand and found it to be good. This morning I took to it with an adze and shaped it to fit and tapered the point. There was not a lot of science behind my work, but it's a simple tool. I then rasped it with the mother of all rasps that I found in my son's workshop. Now, the wooden tool is resting. I'm keeping it out of the light and cool, so that it doesn't split. Perhaps I should wrap it in a damp cloth. Once it's seasoned, I'll finish it off with a rough paper and take it out for a trial. At least I can be sure I won't cut or stab myself with it, as I have with just about ever steel tool I own. It's not that I'm maladroit, but over time, little slip-ups do happen.
| Roughed-out with the adze |
| Post-rasp |
| Right arm post-adzing. |
Goldman sacks (the planet)
What are they really like, those Goldman Sachs bankers, the Big John Keys of the world?
Rolling Stone magazine described the institution as a "great vampire squid wrapped around the face of humanity, relentlessly jamming its blood funnel into anything that smells of money."
I like that.
The 'rapacious and self interested institution' has been lately described as "toxic and destructive" by outgoing and seriously disenchanted employee, Greg Smith, who abandoned the bank after becoming too appalled to continue working for them. Listening to Goldman Sachs clients being described as "muppets" and hearing how they would "rip out the eyeballs" of those customers was too much for the highly regarded Mr Smith, who resigned, but not before tendering the letter that revealed his experience on the inside of Goldman Sachs.
What's this got to do with our own merchant banker Prime Minister, the self-styled "Smiling Assassin" John Key?
Su'p to you to decide that.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Ah, David!
Ali Timms
Chairman
Environment Southland"
Ouch!
Feel those petals wilt, Mr Rose!
Thursday, March 15, 2012
How to hold a tunneler
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