I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Thursday, 25 February 2010
Monday, 22 February 2010
Friday, 19 February 2010
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Marjorie Was Getting Frustrated.
She'd explained so many times that passenger waiting times would be greatly improved if they got nekkid BEFORE arriving at security. Mind you, Jack's habit of posting the hot chicks straight to his blog slowed things down too.
Motivational Kiln Picture
Okay englishman, get to work... your flared jeans will be of little help in this endeavour.
It will fire every wednesday... What are you waiting for?
Get throwing!
This kiln's built by the same person, but it's a lot older. And slightly smaller. Too small to park a suv in.
Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Pots I've Borrowed from Museums
Matt, here's some you'd like: These date from the time when I was making repros for an archaeologicist, museums, and for re-enactment groups.
Roman.
Roman Bottle, unglazed. A real beauty, I didn't want to give it back.
Samian ware bowl, terra sigillata, decorated with various erotic scenes, press moulded, made in northern France (Gaul, home to Asterix and Obelix!)
Found at the site of a Roman fort, The archaeologist said to me, Just imagine the scene, A centurion, returning from leave, pulls this bowl out of his kitbag, "Hey lads!" he says, in latin "See what I got in Gaul!", and the raucous laughter and jests as it's passed around the guard-room. Maybe he lost it, later on, in a bet, to a decurion from Iberia.
Found at the site of a Roman fort, The archaeologist said to me, Just imagine the scene, A centurion, returning from leave, pulls this bowl out of his kitbag, "Hey lads!" he says, in latin "See what I got in Gaul!", and the raucous laughter and jests as it's passed around the guard-room. Maybe he lost it, later on, in a bet, to a decurion from Iberia.
Bronze Age pot. Burnished decoration, the 'handle' is made by pinching through the side of the pot, and adding fresh clay. I suspect it's for attaching a cord. The museum's store had at least twenty of these, uncracked, looking as if they could have been made just last week.
"Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come."
"Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come."
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