Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Pack Basket

Here's some process on that basket I've been weaving. It's huge! I dyed the reeds with some dark walnut dye. It's about 6 inches taller than what I have in these pictures. Last night I finished the weaving. I just have to turn down the stakes and then lash a rim to it. I 'm still waiting on the supplies for the rim. I also have no idea how to do it. But I've gotten this far.I can put my guitar in it!
I've learned a lot from this process. The shape of the basket is a little off from the pattern but it doesn't look too bad. It's hard to get the tension in the reeds right.
I'll be packing this around Austin soon. Probably to the grocery store. I think I'll have to carry a big stick to beat off all the hippie chicks.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Professional Engineer

So I've created a file of a bike frame in Pro E that's allows me to change the geometry for any rider's dimension. It's limited right now to using 700c wheels, so it's a road bike frame. But I'll be able to plot it out and make a jig from it. More precise than drawing it up in illustrator.Here's the frame without all the construction planes so far. Obviously not done but all the important dimensions are there.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Goodnight Irene

"These times?" He advances on them, his bottle held dramatically aloft. "What do you think, everything used to be apple-pie 'n' ice cream?"
The citizens look up in surprised indignation; it is regarded as something of a breach in local protocol to interrupt these sessions."
"That bomb talk? All Horseshit." He rears over their table, unsteady in a cloud of blue smoke. "That depression talk and that other business, that strike business? More horseshit. For twenty years, thirty years, forty years, all th' way back to the Big War, sombody been sayin' oh me, the trouble is such, oh my the trouble is so; the trouble is the ray'dio, the trouble is the Republicans, the trouble is the Democrats, the trouble is the Commy-ists..." He spat on the floor with a pecking motion of his head. "All horseshit."

Sometimes a Great Notion, Ken Kesey