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In Re: https://mltshp.com/p/1RV7L

I can't remember when I started this. Sometime in January maybe? Anyway,I decided to make a big ball from the wax at work just so when customers ask me what that is, I can say "That's the whole ball of wax!"

I'll see myself out.

a serendipitous coincidence that this gif was posted in our local discord after watching this https://mltshp.com/p/1RVCI

A weaver on Facebook shared a discovery in her flax pile. These bundles will be retted (waterlogged to loosen the outer layer) and then cracked to access the thin golden fibers inside. The end result will be linen fabric.

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Decided to see if many pounds of concrete would suppress the sound the vibrations getting to the bench surface, cutting the noise.

Results: Worth the fifteen bucks and all the old man noises I made setting it up.

I need to say that at least ten times this week.

Sometimes you get an idea stuck in your head that may or may not be good but needs to get out of your head.

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From https://www.instagram.com/constant...==

As seen at Powderhorn Park

the guy with me in this photo only, like, yesterday
https://mltshp.com/p/1RVAW

One of the greats. _ source: https://www.are.na/block...

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Skinned, chopped, and bagged a bushel and a half of hatch chilis with my son

In regards to https://mltshp.com/p/1RVD7

"Disco Macrame "

Meat is too expensive.

Here you can see the real difference between Choice and Prime graded beef. It's been rare (hahaha) for me to see an easy comparison like this.

"About twenty-five years ago, I made an offhand and somewhat uncharitable remark about the Red Hot Chili Peppers. There was no malice intended, it was just the sort of obnoxious thing I would say back then to piss people off. I was a troublemaker, a shit-stirrer, feeling most at ease in the role of a societal irritant. Perhaps it’s an Australian trait among people of my generation, I don’t know, but that comment has followed me around for the last quarter-century. But the most interesting aspect of all this is not what I said about the Chili Peppers, but rather the response from Flea, their bass player. On Facebook, Flea expressed how hurt he felt by my remark, but went on to say, in great detail, that he loved my music regardless. He wrote a profoundly generous and open-hearted love letter to Nick Cave. I remember being genuinely moved by his words and thinking what a classy guy Flea was, and feeling on some subterranean level that I was unable to fully grasp at that point in my life, that Flea was a human being of an entirely different calibre, indeed, of a higher order.

Over the years, I would run into Flea at music festivals where both our bands were performing and see him backstage when we played in Los Angeles. Although we didn’t become close friends, my encounters with him were always pleasant – there was a presence to Flea that felt genuine and oddly affecting. On the Push the Sky Away tour, we asked Flea if he could assemble a children’s choir, from the Silverlake Conservatory of Music he founded, to accompany the Bad Seeds at the Coachella Festival. When Warren and I were on the Carnage tour, we asked Flea to join us and play the song ‘We No Who U R’. Watching Warren and Flea perform together with such heart and mutual regard was a glorious sight.

Last week, Flea sent me a song and asked if I’d like to add some vocals. It was for a “trumpet record” that he is making. It is not for me to divulge what the song was, only that it is a song I cherish more than most, with arguably the greatest lyric ever written, a song of such esteem that I would never have dared to sing it had Flea not asked me to. I went into the studio on Wednesday and recorded my vocals. The track emerged as a beautiful conversation between Flea’s trumpet and my voice, filled with yearning and love, the song transcending its individual parts and becoming a slowly evolving cosmic dance, in the form of a reconciliation and an apology.

My friend, the artist Thomas Houseago, recounted a story involving Flea. A couple of years ago, Flea, his daughter, Thomas, and a guide were hiking through the backcountry of Yosemite. They had been hiking for five days and were walking along a densely forested trail when a bear appeared on the path before them. Everybody froze. The bear was about ten feet away from them. It was a large black bear with a reddish hue. Thomas and the guide gripped their tent poles, perhaps to defend themselves in case the bear attacked. Flea, however, stepped forward, stood before the bear, and spoke to it. He acknowledged they were visitors in the bear’s territory, expressed his love for the bear, and requested permission to continue along the trail. The bear stepped off the path and allowed them to pass."

Nick Cave

I don't go to the hell site. title stolen from seeing this on mastodon

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they are ripening