A female himbo, aka a shimbo
A female himbo, aka a shimbo
I love my little fit
that's why i called them jokers
It should be as moist as it needs to be for you to form it into shapes without it either cracking and crumbling or slumping. I'm sure you can figure it out by just playing with it
A picture is worth 2000 characters just doesn't roll off the tongue well, does it
Who misses the Fit? (raises hand) π If Americans Donβt Want Small Cars, Why Did This Honda Fit Only Depreciate $1,180 In Eleven Years? www.theautopian.com/if-americans...
It's silly that this site still limits you to 300 characters while allowing you up to 2,000 character per image for alt text. What kind of jokers are running this place?
how are your clay efforts going?
There is way too much of a knee-jerk reflex among a lot of libs to say, "fuck the red states. if they're going to vote like that, let them rot," as though all of those state don't have a significant minority who voted the other way
Plums are in season again. I looooove plums. I'm generally not a big fan of fruit, but, god, I love plums. I just bought a big bag of them. It wasn't so long ago that this what our relationship was like with all produce. Imagine, before global trade, you could have gotten fresh produce only when it was in season in your area. Imagine waiting all winter and spring to taste a fresh tomato or a cucumber. I might like that better than what we have now. Not having a tomato for half a year, and then biting into one of those really good garden ones on a July day. It must have been sublime.
When we were kids, my parents had a plum tree in the back yard. It was prolific every summer, but we watched and waited as the months ticked by and buds turned to flowers, and flowers turned to tiny green fruits that grew little by little every day. There was a short window each year, maybe a week or two at most, when the plums were perfect. Too early and they were too tart. Too late and they were insipid and mushy. But during that wonderfully little stretch, they were just a little bit crispy, a little bit tart, but also tender and sweet. We could eat as many plums as we wanted, day after day, until their time passed us by. It was excellent. It was summer.
I'm thinking about plums, produce, seasons, supply chains, and international trade over on Mastodon this morning.
If I get out of the shower and let my hair air dry without fussing with it at all, it's going to end up looking 200 percent better than if I spend time brushing and blow drying it, or it's going to look 200 percent worse. It's such a high-stakes bet.
What would be really, really fun is if one of these clay mixtures works out, and I'm able to also glaze it with the glaze I made from wild clay and wood ash last semester. Pottery made entirely with found materials! Nothing store bought!
The other little nubblins are more blends, involving both the La Puente Clay and the Salton Sea clay. I'm excited to see how those turn out.
Last semester, a blend of 70 percent Lake Elsinore/30 percent La Puente survived high-fire without melting or slumping. The bottle above is my first attempt to throw something with that blend. It has no grog, so it's extremely soft like porcelain, but it does throw.
My goal has been to find a wild clay that can survive high firing, or create a wild clay mixture that can do that. That's where the Lake Elsinore clay comes in. According to geology literature, it's "highly aluminous," aka refractory. I've done some tests and it looks promising as an additive
I'm back in ceramics, and this semester is going to afford me lots of opportunity to experiment with the wild clay I've gathered
I have 3 kinds of wild clayβSalton Sea clay that melts if it's fired above bisque, La Puente clay that survives mid-fire but slumps, and very high-fire Lake Elsinore clay
Am I hearing things? Yeah they're called sounds.
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St. John, WA
I think this is our most fun video so far, and still informative, no?
I agree! I might have to make the wind catcher part smaller so it rings less often
The whippits wind chime is done. One of my neighbors doesn't appreciate how it sounds though because maybe an hour after i put it up, someone nearby screamed, "TAKE THAT THING DOWN" in an anguished voice
it was a mistake to let people talk to each other on the internet
I've somehow missed whatever the discourse has been. Thank god for that
You're welcome! If you do end up building one, let him know. He will be delighted to see it
A friend of mine developed a remote-control perseverance rover that can mostly be 3D printed. A number of people have built and modified them at this point
github.com/Roger-random...
It's a good thing you and I aren't coworkers. One of my work friends is constantly distressed about the inexorable passage of time, so I've made a game of sending him things that remind him that we're getting old. He hates that.
Text: Greater Prairie Wyrm Image: a snake-like dragon with a pointed bird-like snout is curled amongst dry grasses and bushes, its tail curled around an old stone marker from the early settler period. A wire fence and trees in the background indicate a vast field.
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from Beyond The Fields We Know: An Almanac of Midwestern Prairie Spirits.
I painted the tanks for my whippits wind chime this afternoon. Maybe tomorrow I'll get it all put together and hung up
Some e-bike manufacturers use parts that lock you into their ecosystem and make repairs difficult.
But you can always just take that stuff off and hack the e-bike back into functionality if you really want to.