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Extreme crafts At some point, in the not too distant past, I must have thought that pottery was a little too tame. Phooey on crafts! Gimme some extreme (or is that x-treme?) crafts, baby! I want danger in my craft making. I want the opportunity to do some real damage to my person. Well, I've found all that, and more, with glass blowing. There's nothing like a tank furnace with a twenty one hundred degree pool of molten glass to strike fear and respect deep into your heart. I haven't had this much fun since I picked up an Acetylene torch during metal sculpture. My strongest metal sculpture class memory is the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. "Who's baking cookies" I wondered. It turned out that Sheila had rotated her hand holding a hot rod of flux. She'd braced the hot end against herself and it had burned through her jeans and panties. And the smell of cookies? Her toasting, fine lingerie. Stay tuned for the harrumph! burn report. The full meal deal: Ye, Leesa, Mike, Garry, Mike, Jeffrey, Angela, Joe, Toke, Mike & Per, Mattia, Chrish, Paul, Lane, Karl, Caroline, Gwendolyn, Tones, Colin, Bruce, Rebecca, Jenn, and Susan. Degree Confluence Project: "The goal of the project is to visit each of the latitude and longitude integer degree intersections in the world, and to take pictures at each location. The pictures and stories will then be posted here." [via MetaFilter] FoMS (Friends of Meg's Shelves): "Inspired by FoJM, for this week only, I urge as many people as possible to submit pictures (drawn or photographed) of their bookshelves, gloriously overflowing with books. You can reconcile the two. Web-using readers of the world, unite!" I know quite a few individuals who are shoo-ins. You know who you are! Daniel's e-thom now on view over on k10k. You've got to love anything noted with "adult themes." Davezilla, The Leak Cam, and no, it's not naughty. Yesterday? Poopy diapers? |
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