Monday, December 14, 2009

disappointed and disgusted

Duped. Betrayed. Disappointed. Disgusted. All these are how I feel when the name Tiger is now mentioned. I have been a great admirer of his talent and success on the golf course and naively believed that he brought the same skill, discipline, and honesty to his private life. His public image is now shown to be a sham, a product of clever marketing. His private life is revealed to be a shambles, a journey through debauchery and dishonesty. His cultivated image of loving husband and father is one of the great marketing successes of our time. But what a lie. I ask myself how can an athlete who is so disciplined on the course be so undisciplined away from the course. Apparently ready and willing to screw anyone who moves within reach of his dick, he has shown himself to be the epitome of hypocrisy. He must have felt that he would never be caught, probably believing that because he was so successful on the golf course, that no one would care what he did away from the course. He is just another example of the pro athlete who feels entitled to behave beyond the rules of decent behavior simply because he is an athlete/celebrity with a different set of rules than the rest of us. And while it seems that the sort of bimbo he was involved with is readily available to his kind, that doesn’t excuse him from participation. Just because the temptation is there does not mean you have to succumb to it. I used to look forward to seeing him play whenever he was in a tournament, knowing I would see amazing shots being made with remarkable skill. Now I don’t want to see him play anymore. I just want him to go away.

Saturday, December 05, 2009

shop update

There are quite a few pieces that have come out of workshop since I last updated. Rather than trying to show them all here, it would be better to click on "gallery" on the sidebar and see everything in one place. Or you can click on "my flickr", also on the sidebar, and select the turnings and sculpture sets. Thanks for looking.

Tuesday, December 01, 2009


I've always prided myself on being very careful and aware when working with the tools in my shop. Power saws and routers and sanders require a concentration that is unwavering if the operator is going to work safely and avoid injury. Yesterday I disobeyed that rule and now I'm paying for my lack of concentration.

I was using the router mounted on a router table -as I have many times before- to cut a dado in a piece of zebrawood. I was in a hurry and that should have thrown up a red flag for me. Never do anything with power tools if you are in a hurry. Shortcuts create bad cuts in both the wood and any fingers that get in the way. Normally I use push sticks and jigs that help to make the particular operation as safe and efficient as possible. But for some reason I must have felt invincible and overly sure of my ability to control the material and the cutter because I stupidly used just my fingers to hold the wood in place and then advance it through the router.

I don't know exactly what happened or how it happened because it happened to quickly for me to react. Somehow two of my fingers slipped into the path of the router bit and the result is what you can readily imagine. A considerable chunk of my right index finger was ripped open and a smaller rip was made in my middle finger faster than you can say "oops". Copius amounts of blood drippings made a trail from basement workshop to upstairs kitchen. I managed to fold the skin back into place and applied lots of pressure to stop the bleeding long enough to get a compression bandage in place. I felt secure enough with my firstaid efforts to refuse a trip to the hospital.

But the wound is still bleeding a bit today and will probably take awhile longer to stop. It is nearly impossible to avoid moving the finger and causing the wound to reopen and start bleeding again. It is all very annoying. Just typing this has caused more bloodshed. Remarkably enough there is no pain involved so far. I am going to have to immobilize the finger for a day or so to get the bleeding to stop completely. What a hassle. And all because I was in a hurry and got careless.

Maybe the worst part of all this is that I have to listen to Mary"s lectures and her insistence that I stay out of the workshop forever. Geez, it's not like I cut the finger off.