This is the hill behind my house.
11 December 2006
28 October 2006
01 September 2006
Blood splated room
I had this dream the other night. I woke up in a bed in a small office. The bed was against a wall. The opposite wall was all glass with a door way that went out to a corridor which had reception desks all along it. The glass wall had some dull grey office blinds covering it. The wall at the foot of the bed was blank except for a large full length mirror. The wall opposite the mirror had another reception desk against it.
As soon as I woke up I was certain that this random guy was going to kill half the people in the world if he got some safety pins out of a box of staples and cotton wool that I had. I jumped out of the bed and ran out of the office to one of the reception decks in the corridor. I knew I had to tell someone who worked in the building so that they could stop the bad guy from getting in and taking the safety pins. I quickly explained the situation to a lady behind the desk. She then turned to one of the other staff members with a look of “not another one” on her face. This got me a little frustrated. The world was about to end and she couldn’t care less about stopping it.
I ran back into the office with the bed in it. And tried to explain the situation to the guy behind the reception desk. I had the staples box with me and I put it up on the desk and showed him how there were safety pins hidden under the staples and cotton wool. I was trying to convince him of how import this was. He just sat there and gave me this blank stare.
I realized that I wasn’t getting through to any of the people who worked in the building. So I just turned around to face the big mirror on the opposite wall. Stuck my hand through my stomach, ripped out a hand full of intestines, and hurled them at the mirror. They hit the mirror in the middle and some blood splated around the room. Then they slowly slid down the mirror leaving a bloody smear until they landed on the floor. Hand full after hand full, I would reach into my stomach and pull out an internal organ and hurl it at the mirror. After doing that for awhile, I just woke up.
As soon as I woke up I was certain that this random guy was going to kill half the people in the world if he got some safety pins out of a box of staples and cotton wool that I had. I jumped out of the bed and ran out of the office to one of the reception decks in the corridor. I knew I had to tell someone who worked in the building so that they could stop the bad guy from getting in and taking the safety pins. I quickly explained the situation to a lady behind the desk. She then turned to one of the other staff members with a look of “not another one” on her face. This got me a little frustrated. The world was about to end and she couldn’t care less about stopping it.
I ran back into the office with the bed in it. And tried to explain the situation to the guy behind the reception desk. I had the staples box with me and I put it up on the desk and showed him how there were safety pins hidden under the staples and cotton wool. I was trying to convince him of how import this was. He just sat there and gave me this blank stare.
I realized that I wasn’t getting through to any of the people who worked in the building. So I just turned around to face the big mirror on the opposite wall. Stuck my hand through my stomach, ripped out a hand full of intestines, and hurled them at the mirror. They hit the mirror in the middle and some blood splated around the room. Then they slowly slid down the mirror leaving a bloody smear until they landed on the floor. Hand full after hand full, I would reach into my stomach and pull out an internal organ and hurl it at the mirror. After doing that for awhile, I just woke up.
24 July 2006
30 June 2006
27 June 2006
15 June 2006
Myself
Two very similar Katatonia/Travis Smith/'Hugo is disappointed because i didn't like Blackfield and now I feel bad' inspired photos that i took of myself.
07 May 2006
Structure
I was sitting in the lounge room a few days ago, looking at the coffee table that I made. I was sitting on the floor at the end of the coffee table, so I could see the end of the thick planks of wood that the top is made out of. And I started thinking about something my wood work teacher told me in high school. When building the top of a table, or a chopping board, or a wooden floor, or anything where you will be gluing solid planks of timber side by side to make a flat surface, you have you have to order the curve of the end grain so the surface stays flat and dose not bow after a few years.
If you look at the end of a peace of timber, you can see growth rings in it. There all ways curved, some have semi circles, some have a more gentle curve, but no mater what the all have a curve. This is called end grain. When making a table surface, you have to order the planks of wood so that the end grain of each peace of wood curves the opposite way to the peaces either side of it. So on the first one, the end grain would curve up, sort of like a happy face. The next peace of wood you would put with the end grain curving down, sort of like a sad face. After that would be another happy one, followed by another sad one ect...
Wood after a few years, tends to bow in the direction that the end grain curves. Using the happy sad paten when making a table top means that the wood is trying to curve in opposite directions and cancels each other out. So you end up with a flat table top. If you put all the peaces of wood as happy, the sides of your table would curve up, and every thing you put on it would slide to the middle. If you put all the peaces of wood as sad, the sides of your table would curve down, and every thing you put on it would slide off the side.
Its all about balance. If you are always completely happy, or all ways completely sad. Then structurally, your fucked...
If you look at the end of a peace of timber, you can see growth rings in it. There all ways curved, some have semi circles, some have a more gentle curve, but no mater what the all have a curve. This is called end grain. When making a table surface, you have to order the planks of wood so that the end grain of each peace of wood curves the opposite way to the peaces either side of it. So on the first one, the end grain would curve up, sort of like a happy face. The next peace of wood you would put with the end grain curving down, sort of like a sad face. After that would be another happy one, followed by another sad one ect...
Wood after a few years, tends to bow in the direction that the end grain curves. Using the happy sad paten when making a table top means that the wood is trying to curve in opposite directions and cancels each other out. So you end up with a flat table top. If you put all the peaces of wood as happy, the sides of your table would curve up, and every thing you put on it would slide to the middle. If you put all the peaces of wood as sad, the sides of your table would curve down, and every thing you put on it would slide off the side.
Its all about balance. If you are always completely happy, or all ways completely sad. Then structurally, your fucked...
04 May 2006
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