Monday, February 3, 2014

Everything is sharp now.

A few days ago, knowing that I had a dull kitchen knife, I brought the oilstone and the 3 in 1 oil up from the shop.  Then I procrastinated.  Today, I planned to clean up my case project with a block plane.  I also knew I needed to sharpen the block plane, 'cause the case project  had mortise and tenon joints, and trimming them means cutting across the grain, which only works if the plane is good and sharp.  And I didn't want to carry the oilstone back downstairs to the shop without  dealing with the kitchen knives.
   So, first kitchen knife is a big 12 inch Gerber chef's knife from a yard sale.  Must have been a bad day at the Gerber plant when this one was turned out.  Gerber uses stainless steel bandsaw blade stock to make their blades, and this knife's blade came from a bad batch of stainless.  The stuff rusts on the sharpened edge and has little inclusions of crud that drop out leaving a ragged edge.  Dunno how that happened, Gerber is a quality name in knives.  So, a few drops of oil on the stone, it's a two grit silicon carbide stone.  Start with the coarse side.  Hold the knife, by hand,  at 15 degrees or so, for a good fine edge.  Work it back and forth until I can see bright fresh metal all along the edge from handle to point.  Add a drop or two of oil each time the stone looks dry.  Then flip the oilstone over to the fine side and repeat.  Inspect edge from time to time.  You will see when the fine side of the oilstone has polished out the scratches from the coarse side. 
   Now, as long I am on a roll, let's do the other knives  kicking around here.  My Swiss Army pocket knife gets sharp from just a bit of stoning on the fine side.  It's stainless, and a better batch of stainless than the Gerber, no rust spots, no little inclusions of crud.   A little two inch no-name lockback knife some child brought back from summer camp, and I use for opening bills,  sharpens up nicely with a few strokes of the fine stone.  An NRA knife needs more grinding on first the coarse side and then the fine side before it is as sharp as I like a knife to be. 
  So, now I can take the oilstone back downstairs to the shop and deal with plane irons.  I have a home made jig to hold the plane iron at 32 degrees while I slide the stone back and forth.  Keep at it until the iron shows bright fresh metal all the way across.    Then lay the iron flat on its back and stone the back flat, and as a side effect, stone off the wire edge from sharpening the bevel.  Repeat with the fine side of the stone.  After this treatment, the plane will cut cross grain without tearout.
  Anyhow, we are all sharp now.   

Sunday, February 2, 2014

The American Dream still works

The Wall St Journal editors, speaking on Fox News yesterday brought up a cool US Treasury study.  Two economists, who work for the Treasury, did a ten year study of tax returns.  They found that filers in the lowest tax brackets, a full 70% of them moved up in income over the ten years.  A citizen born into the bottom of the economic ladder has a 70% chance of pulling himself up inside of ten years.  
   They also studied the "1%" that Obama has been bashing so heartily.  They found that 30% of the taxpayers in the 1% bracket, were no longer up there ten years later.   In short, the "1%"  are not guaranteed to stay there.  They have a 30% chance of slipping back down the income ladder. 
   Hmm.  70% odds of moving up from the bottom.  30% odds of slipping back from the top.  That sounds like opportunity ain't dead yet. 
   If Obama could stop screwing up the economy, so we could get some growth, things could get even better.

Would you let your son play football?

That was the topic on Meet the Press this morning. After the weekly Chris Christy bashing of course.  It went on, and on.  Some how in 10 minutes of talk, no one actually said what could be done to make the game safer and less concussion prone.  New equipment?  Rule changes?  Banning Astro Turf?   Nor did anyone show statistics on the dangers.  Is playing football really more dangerous than just driving to work?
   There were some vague references to "helmets" and "rule changes" but nothing specific.  For instance how well does a regulation football helmet stack up against a Snell approved motorcycle helmet?   What actions might be forbidden by rule?  Eye gouging?   Judo throws? 
   In ten minutes of blather, nobody said anything specific about changing the way the game is played.  Or anything specific about just how dangerous it really is. 
   As for me, my high school played soccer instead of football. 

Saturday, February 1, 2014

You can never have enough clamps

Old woodworking cliche.  I've been building up my stock of clamps from yard sales, flea markets and the occasional special sale on the Internet.
I must be doing something right.  I'm making a wood case.  It's a two part case.  It took two pipe clamps, four C clamps and two F-style clamps (8 clamps total) to clamp the first part after I glued it.  Surprise.  I had enough clamps left  over to glue up and clamp the second part.  That's 16 clamps in all. 
I didn't own nearly that many clamps when I retired up here. 

Does anyone reach this blog from Google?

The few times I have tried Googling for something I posted about here, I get about a zillion hits but none of 'em are NewsNorthwoods posts.  Does anyone ever get here from a search engine?  Or are you just regular readers of my fine blog, enjoying my sparkling wit and eclectic subject choices? 

Friday, January 31, 2014

Is it the ads? Or the cars?

Was reading an automotive blog, the kind that talks cars and Detroit.  The writer (ranter) went on, and on, and further on, lambasting the advertising done by one of the big three.  He probably has a point, I have seen a lot of car company TV ads, which are so soft-sell, that I couldn't figure out who the car company was, let alone what the car was.  You know the ones,  the color has been faded out to black and white, soft focus, soft lighting, an empty road, some shrubs, and perhaps a Prius turning into sticks and leaves and blowing away in the wind.  Never give the company name or the car name in the voice over.  Never show the logos, or the car.  
   But.  Let's be real.   First you have to have a decent car before you can do a decent ad.  The cars coming out of Detroit's big three, are bland, bland, bland.  Plain melted jelly bean styling, painted light gray or mud color,  too high, too short, and all tilted forward on their noses.  Huge plastic bumpers.  Clearly styled by committee. 
   A good car is different from it's competitors.  In the cheapo econo-box class, we have dozens of look alike, over priced little go carts.  Then we have ONE outstanding car, the BMW Mini Cooper. The retro styling is far from original, but it sells like hot cakes, commanding a $25K price for a very tiny two adult/two children seating car.  Whereas the Chevy Sonic ( yes it's car, not a hedgehog)  only commands a $14 k price.   Coolness sells, the Mini Cooper is cool.
   The secret to success in the selling of cars, is coolness.  The cool cars sell.  The plain vanilla jelly bean cars don't.
   Detroit's challange is to produce more cool cars and less boring ones.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Women go for men driving black pickup trucks?

Just heard on Fox TV news.  They did not explain their research methods.  So you can believe as much of that as you like.
   What a comedown.  Back in the day, we guys really believed that chicks cared about what you drove.  American Graffitti pretty much covered this angle.  Cooliest cars were Ford, Chevy, or Pontiac, convertibles or "hardtops" (sedans with no center pillar between the side windows, giving the convertible look without the rag top).  Mag wheels, lotta chrome, lowered.  Pickup trucks were zero class.   Now Fox tells us that zero class has been promoted to first class?
   Later on in life, we began to think that girls were interested in you rather than in your wheels.  As long as said wheels were reasonably clean and looked like they wouldn't break down and strand them in the boonies, they didn't pay much attention to them. 
   So, tell us girls,  what's the real story?  Do a guy's wheels matter?