Working as a practicing anthropologist led me down many dark alleyways looking for or trying to develop work. The late eighties found me working as a freelance consultant, and I'd talk to anyone if I thought there was a contract in the offing. As a result, I had some surreal experiences.
When younger, I was not known for my snappy comebacks, sarcastic salutations, or pithy badinage. It wasn't that I was boring; just inexperienced and lacked the experience needed to elevate me to the level of my peers.
In my last post, I outlined the best methods, tried and proven, for destroying your investment in quality woodenware. Now I know that many "craftspeople" use absolute trash wood for their woodenware - stuff I'd be ashamed to put into my woodstove. But most of us create good quality ware and hope you can use it carefree for a long time.
I am on vacation this weekend, but I thought I'd offer a post or two on my favorite topics. The first is on -how not to care for kitchen woodenware - Spoons, bowls, spatulas, and cutting boards.
It's a bad boy musicians cliche. You grab a custom Gibson by the head of the neck and swing it roundhouse at your attacker. You've seen it in many concerts, in Hollywood films, and on TV.
A lot gets said about the different shopping styles of people. I think the old truism that breaks things down between male and female types is false.
Catnip. The toot of the ages. Drug of choice for all cats, little and great.
Making your way about a darkened house at two AM can be an educational experience as you rediscover all the obstructions you ignore in the light.
It sounds like a pop psychology quiz question. It might be designed for the Myers Briggs Stratton test - Oh well, whatever it's called!
They were just a bit too crunchy for our liking. I think the term that would eventually get coined was "granola head."