Furniture from what we waste

AutoCAD & Photoshop (LINK) used to produce design for cabinet to be made from salvaged materials. Dimensions are 45"h x 30"w x 10"d. I'm thinking maple, harvested from a pallet, for the door frames and either frosted/opaque glass or rusted 1/8" steel plate for the door panels. I'd have to buy the glass but everything else the city has given to me. The city feeds me when I am hungry for materials. I try to save the city from choking on what we discard.

It's way too cold to go out to my shed and work on it though. Today's low was -23°C. No amount of tea and not even five layers of underwear can keep a man warm for long in those conditions. Wait for a better day.

Reflow

I have this idea for starting a consulting business. It's not a crazy idea. A much needed service would be provided to both young and established medical device companies that struggle with melt processing (reflow) of catheters. There are many ways to cook a catheter but there is only way that materials science will allow and it is knowledge deficiency in this key area that kills many catheter projects and companies too.

Anyway, there's a snow storm happening right now so I'm going to stand in the back garden, drink a beer and enjoy the peace that comes with snowfall.

10p bag

Always playing (LINK), current floor plan (LINK) of our house but hopefully changing sometime this year, the industrial midwest skyline (LINK) of the early 1900's, improvements in my self taught cabinet making (LINK) skills.

Beer served at 34°F

The perfect beer temperature for maximum satisfaction is 34°F, not 40°F - 45°F like they say on the back of the bottle, idiots. That 10°F difference is enough to warrant the bold statement that “swallowing beer served at the recommended temperature is akin to drinking lukewarm piss”, which I’ll say (without proof) is worse than drinking warm piss.

I know this because I keep my beer on the back porch and 34°F is what the air temperature read when I drank a few the other night. If I was to drink a glass of water at that temperature surely my teeth would ache like hell but the icy beer slid past my teeth without protest from them and ended up deep in my guts leaving a beautiful tingling sensation all the way down to my toes. It was how I imagine feeling after drinking a mug of liquid nitrogen, and surviving. I felt cleansed with the added bonus of inching closer to that state that exists before actual drunkenness, a buzz I believe the young kidz call it. I rarely cross the line these days, too busy with my young family, too guilty to invest time in a hangover when that precious time could be spent much more wisely on shed related projects and too disinterested in being a messy asshole capable of nothing but sleep, loudness and accidental destruction of others belongings. It’s better to have your fun, be nice, be coherent, go to bed on a high and wake up the next day fresh in my opinion. Like cashing in your winnings at the casino instead of spinning the wheel one last time then kicking yourself for not getting out on a high. They call it a win-win situation and I’m living well by this method.