Pointless Meandering

This is the piece that for years I’ve called “orange lady” or “naked chick”. I may actually be finished, though I know I have a problem with knowing when to quit. Maybe I was done weeks ago.

Tools down, step back… there! It belongs to the ages!!

Hard to tell here whether this piece is concave or convex.

Cutaway view, the making of the Orange Lady’s bed

Best. Dessert. Evar.

I can’t decide if they’re being serious or seriously ironic, but this recipe appeared in a cookbook that Jill’s mom had on her shelf. Someone seriously sat down and created this dessert, took a picture of it, and published it for real in a book of banana recipes.

I can’t even imagine how one would go about tackling the consumption of such a delicacy, or why. Except that, if I were to make it I’d substitute a pair of kiwi-fruit for the pineapple ring (think about it).


Banana Candles
3 bananas
2 tablespoons mayonnaise
2 tablespoons lemon juice
3 glace cherries
6 pineapple rings
Halve the bananas crosswise, dip in lemon juice and place each half, end uppermost, in a pineapple ring. Drip mayonnaise down the sides of the bananas.
Using a toothpick, fix half a cherry on top of each banana. It will resemble a burning candle in its holder. Place each “candle” on a small plate, lined with lettuce leaves.
Orange slices can be used instead of pineapple rings. Serves 6.

[Be Bold With Bananas, Crescent Books, New York. No date on the book, no page numbers, no copyright for that matter. It reeks of late fifties or early sixties.]

PaperForms Acoustic Wall Tile

I want to do up my office in this.  There are some other designs there on their site, but I like this best.

The arch barrel approaches completeness

Stone Bridge

This is one of the projects we’re working on at Stonefest’08.  This will be a drystone bridge with a four foot arch.  The stones leading up to the bridge are a limestone and a dream to work with.  The stones in the arch are utter crap: they split lengthwise when you don’t want them to, and have no other discernible grain.  I think we went through three crates full of stone to get 1/2 a crate’s worth of usable stone.

I stopped working on the bridge when the sun got too hot for my pasty white skin, and went off to practice lettering.

Sleeping in the nude

Gallagher’s Liquors (via Society In Decline)