A must-read blog for anyone who feels as though their shop projects have overwhelmed them. You ain't got nothin' on me...
The musings of a cantankerous over the hill greasemonkey who, though already old, is rather old for his age. I'll bust greasy knuckles out in the garage or argue politics with anyone who will stand for it....
Made some more progress in my mini workshop/tool room in the barn. I still have the larger bays but this room will have room for the Bridgeport, the South Bend, a seven foot workbench and my handi-lift or a motor stand for bike projects or a car engine rebuild.
Over time, I partitioned off the room and insulated it in the walls and ceiling. I got the heater fired for the first time Saturday
I have had tunes out here but always draped over shit and in the way. Picked up an ultra-chic shelf at goodwill for a buck and got the tunage up out of the way.
I THINK it will be a nice place to work, but I have confirmed that it's a great place to drink beer and listen to music... :?
This will be an attempt to chronicle my activity as a stove-up wannabe mechanic/machinist in rural Ohio that must feed his true passion for being in a dirty tshirt and jeans by putting on a starched shirt and tie by day to provide for my family and keep sufficient disposable funds available to feed my need for more old discarded junk to tinker with and otherwise clutter my day to day living.
This is no small thing, to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. I have studied history for years and I cannot recall it ever happening. It may be that our task is impossible. Yet, if we do not try then how will we know it can't be done? And if we do not try, it most certainly won't be done. The Founders' Republic, and the larger war for western civilization, will be lost.But I tell you this: We will not go gently into that bloody collectivist good night. Indeed, we will make with our defiance such a sound as ALL history from that day forward will be forced to note, even if they despise us in the writing of it.And when we are gone, the scattered, free survivors hiding in the ruins of our once-great republic will sing of our deeds in forbidden songs, tending the flickering flame of individual liberty until it bursts forth again, as it must, generations later. We will live forever, like the Spartans at Thermopylae, in sacred memory.-- Mike Vanderboegh, The Lessons of Mumbai:Death Cults, the "Socialism of Imbeciles" and Refusing to Submit, 1 December 2008