Discussion in 'Newbie' started by Douglas Ladendorf, Jun 20, 2016.
I use a picture of myself. This is me surgically bonded to my master.
OK Bill, in your honor I have changed my avatar. That's Moose, who called out to my wife (who was running) from the woods where he was struggling alone. Here he had just came back from the vet after a bath, ear and eye medicine and vaccinations. He is about a year now and gets into everything, earning his name.
I'm not a production turner so I don't mind spending a little extra time on a piece thats worth it. A bowl thats going to see hard use, a utility bowl, probably won't get the same treatment as that beautifully figured hollow form. Tear out has to go, but as tool control gets better it does. Knowing that tear out usually shows up in end grain, I inspect those areas first and sand, if needed, with lathe off. Power sanding, I'm usually in the lower left quadrant (clock face) with the sander rotating against the direction of the lathe. The last grit I used is then used to hand sand known problem areas, just to check. If it looks good, feels good, smells good, I move on. If not, I fix whatever is bothering me. One of the lessons I've had to learn more than once is the time to fix a problem is when I see it. That thing, blemish, scratch, whatever it is that I think will get sanded out somewhere down the line, will, if not eradicated, mock me in the end...
Bill maybe we could ex-spell everyone til they do right by their pics. I am on another forum and that is what they do.......in a nice way. We could get everyone to send you a pic to doctor up........LOL
You mean something like this?
What more incentive would somebody need?
In the interest of protecting feline dignity
Need a do over
You're a cool cat, Gerald.
Sorry Bill I do not like cats. Maybe my chihuahua
How about a baby frigate bird
OK, OK OK! I'll see if I can dig up the original and get a less-fuzzy sample. Otherwise, you'll have to accept my feline alias:
Or perhaps, for Gerald's sake, a pic from my previous life (ca. 1985). Strangely enough, this wasn't the kind of activity that put me in the hospital in 2014 (twice):