You amble in to your workspace, shaping room or laminating room and flip on the lights. For most of us it’s the end of the day and for others the beginning of yet another day. What moods or reaction(s) have you experienced in those few moments while the neon tubes charged up and what caused it? humor, anger, fear, relief, disbelief etc. **Deeb your termites would be a combo disbelief/horror deal. TS
Tom, for me it depends…if i’m going to shape, i’m pumped but relaxed. if i’m laminating, i’m pumped but fearful, i guess. a good kind of respectful fear where you try to be sharp so your effort and dollars won’t get wasted thru oversight or carelessness. if i’m going to sand, it’s like going to work, BAH!
Tom, for me it depends…if i’m going to shape, i’m pumped but relaxed. > if i’m laminating, i’m pumped but fearful, i guess. a good kind of > respectful fear where you try to be sharp so your effort and dollars won’t > get wasted thru oversight or carelessness. if i’m going to sand, it’s like > going to work, BAH! Oh man do I ever agree with that. Pumped to grab that planer and go. Do you ever experience ADD when starting a new shape? Currently I have a 10’ that is basically ready to glass and I’ve been procrastinating finishing the board because I don’t like glassing (as much as shaping). And I don’t like sanding (as much as glassing). I guess it was one bad experience that keeps me a little fearful of glassing. Read: Too tired - measured table spoons instead of tea spoons. Booom! That batch went off about a minute after the resin hit the glass.
once i get the blank home, i can think of little else, so you’re right Drew, but while shaping i can take it as slow as i want, or as fast as i can. i think i actually have a perverse fondness for glassing, though! funny, but my attitude while glassing is half “eye of the tiger” and half “i’m gonna get my ass kicked!”…i think this tension translates to an even more rewarding feeling after a successful lamination, than what i feel when the shape is done. maybe the vapors have gotten to me.
You amble in to your workspace, shaping room or laminating room and flip > on the lights. For most of us it’s the end of the day and for others the > beginning of yet another day. What moods or reaction(s) have you > experienced in those few moments while the neon tubes charged up and what > caused it? humor, anger, fear, relief, disbelief etc.>>> **Deeb your termites would be a combo disbelief/horror deal.>>> One feeling I’ve had at the end of shaping a board is of disbelief. Almost not believing that I’m actually shaping boards for myself (I only shape a couple boards a year) that actually are the best boards I’ve had. I started shaping at 35 yrs old. (46 now) so I had a few boards up to that point (a hundred maybe) and looking back I can count on one hand how many actually were really good, the rest only so so. I feel blessed actually that I am able to create and ride boards that keep me stoked.
You amble in to your workspace, shaping room or laminating room and flip > on the lights. For most of us it’s the end of the day and for others the > beginning of yet another day. What moods or reaction(s) have you > experienced in those few moments while the neon tubes charged up and what > caused it? humor, anger, fear, relief, disbelief etc.>>> **Deeb your termites would be a combo disbelief/horror deal.>>> TS Hey, Tom, I feel much the same as I did when I was very young, going into my father
s shop: in awe and totally stoked to be in a place like that, surrounded by equipment residing within a comfortably messy space, with which to freely explore and create just about anything my little mind might imagine... Today, at 48, as I turn the key and enter my workplace, the smells of various woods, paints, plastics, solvents, resins and glues are still exciting in their possibilities... I always find a measure of focus and peace in being there, even when Im sick, injured or just plain exhausted. I work alone, and since Im usually involved in so many different types of ongoing projects, requiring so many kinds of tools, chemicals and materials, the occassional visitor who finds my shop is often bewildered by the scope of the industrial hazard zone spread out before them. Although all manner of loud noises are produced there, you wont hear any telephones ringing, nor will you see a computer, TV/VCR or even a microwave… only the frequent sounds of music… my hours are whatever I make of them (never enough), and home is 5 minutes away. The unfamiliar looking dust scattered around could just as easily be from polyurethane foam as from electronic circuit boards, high carbon steel or mil-spec fabric. More than one “No smoking” sign would be overstating the obvious… I dont have too many problems with insects nibbling into anything, either. My current place of business has a loft, while the shop I had for years had a half-pipe that I built (you could even skate up one of the walls)... someday, Id like to have a larger shop… with an ocean view, of course.