This is the story of one man’s search for the perfect flute and the secret he discovered: Having been a guitar player all my life (but without the sex and drugs part. Damn it), I was pushing 40 years on
The Tawdry, Musical Odyssey of a Flute Tramp
Playing with a 3d Printer
Back in 2014 I dabbled in a new medium, 3d printing. I suppose I should have printed something architectural… instead I created two snowmen ornament prototypes (probably need to mix it up a bit or I’ll forever be known as
2017 Christmas Ornament Wrap-up
I got off to a late start making snowman ornaments for Robyn this year. With less than a week until Christmas, I made my move (which amounted to scratching my belly, drinking some holiday margaritas, and catching up on my
‘Tis the Season
Sing along with me: ‘Tis the season, yet my workshop lies dormant. Fa la la la la… la la la la. Some sort of weird conspiracy between Life and his arch nemesis, Work, nailed the door to my workshop shut
Move Over Choo, Chooooooooo!
Seems like only yesterday my son, Beck, and I spent an afternoon in the workshop making trains. He was five and still fascinated by Thomas the Tank Engine. The lesson we learned: you can take almost any old leftover scraps
Turns Out You Can Teach An Old Dog…
Meet the next Martha Stewart: my dad. A year ago I dragged my father (not by the hair, of course, because that would be wrong, or so I’m told – and also because he is a bit sparse on top)
On the Day After Christmas…
On the day after Christmas, my true love gave to me: Thirteen puzzle balls, Twelve tectonic solids, Eleven ropes a swinging, Ten birthdays and counting, Nine, oh so cutesy, Eight canes, not candy, Seven snowman monsters, Six scrap metal remnants, Five…
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas…
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Twelve tectonic solids, Eleven ropes a swinging, Ten birthdays and counting, Nine, oh so cutesy, Eight canes, not candy, Seven snowman monsters, Six scrap metal remnants, Five… snow… man… rings,
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas…
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eleven ropes a swinging, Ten birthdays and counting, Nine, oh so cutesy, Eight canes, not candy, Seven snowman monsters, Six scrap metal remnants, Five… snow… man… rings, Four carved
On the Tenth Day of Christmas…
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Ten birthdays and counting, Nine, oh so cutesy, Eight canes, not candy, Seven snowman monsters, Six scrap metal remnants, Five… snow… man… rings, Four carved from a nut, Three