Well, time to throw my bio up on the porch, after lurking for a few
months.

Twenty years a software engineer, decided a couple of years back to
get into woodworking.  Acquired various expensive tailed tools, and
discovered that I'd get the Fear every time I'd turn one on.  This was
Healthy, as each and every one proved eager and ready to bite.
However, the noise, dust, and danger interfered with the dual
objectives of relaxation and craftsmanship.

After an experience best titled as "Dances with Routers", involving
starting a tailed router while the bit was in contact with the wood,
I determined to regress to the methods of our ancestors.

To that end, I've cleared space in the garage, put up a maple topped
workbench, and acquired various chisels, saws, bench planes, and
sharpening supplies.

First project completed was a doll bed, sized appropriately for
"American Girl" dolls, just in time for Christmas.  Made of
quartersawn red oak, 22 blind mortises and fitted tenons, fumed, and
finished with padded orange shellac and beeswax.  No nails and all
square.  It's strong enough for me to stand on.

Current project is a play table for my son, made from birch.

Future projects include a dining room table for SWMBO, and
a grandfather clock.

Other interests include raising kids (two, aged 6 and 9), and
collecting and shooting US military rifles classified as Curios and
Relics.  To that end, I have an FFL.

Epiphanies experienced so far:

        - padded shellac
        - the back of a chisel polished on an 8000 grit waterstone
        - the sound of a #7 jointing a board
        - *sharp* blades
        - scrapers!  Wooo-hoooo!

Finally, I'd like to thank my cousin, Mike Lindgren, for pointing out
to me the Quiet Way, and the existence of this mailing list.

He pushed me down the slope.

Hello, Galoots.

Kirk Hays
Cedar Mills, Oregon.

-----Original Message-----
From: Kirk Hays 
Date: Thursday, 1 April 1999 08:55
Subject: Bio - Kirk Hays


>However, the noise, dust, and danger interfered with the dual
>objectives of relaxation and craftsmanship.
>

Amen.

>After an experience best titled as "Dances with Routers", involving
>starting a tailed router while the bit was in contact with the wood,

Yiiikes!

>
>He pushed me down the slope.
>

Oh well, what are friends for?         

>Hello, Galoots.
>Kirk Hays

Welcome, Kirk.  Have fun, that's whatsallabout.

Cheers
Nuno Souto
nsouto@n...
http://www.acay.com.au/~nsouto/welcome.htm

Welcome to the list.

I noted in a recent magazine article that 'Pursuing the simple life.' is going
to be one of the trends of the 21st century. It seems that you and many
Galoots are already on the way.

Peace,

Jim Weaver in Indianapolis

You Said:

I determined to regress to the methods of our ancestors.

To that end, I've cleared space in the garage, put up a maple topped
workbench, and acquired various chisels, saws, bench planes, and
sharpening supplies.

Epiphanies experienced so far:

        - padded shellac
        - the back of a chisel polished on an 8000 grit waterstone
        - the sound of a #7 jointing a board
        - *sharp* blades
        - scrapers!  Wooo-hoooo!

Finally, I'd like to thank my cousin, Mike Lindgren, for pointing out
to me the Quiet Way, and the existence of this mailing list.

He pushed me down the slope.

Hello, Galoots.

Kirk Hays
Cedar Mills, Oregon.

have fun here kirk, i do!!!
Rick

At 10:08 PM 4/1/99 +1000, you wrote:
>-----Original Message-----
>From: Kirk Hays 
>Date: Thursday, 1 April 1999 08:55
>Subject: Bio - Kirk Hays
>
>
>>However, the noise, dust, and danger interfered with the dual
>>objectives of relaxation and craftsmanship.
>>
>
>
>Amen.
>
>>After an experience best titled as "Dances with Routers", involving
>>starting a tailed router while the bit was in contact with the wood,
>
>
>Yiiikes!
>
>>
>>He pushed me down the slope.
>>
>
>
>Oh well, what are friends for?         
>
>>Hello, Galoots.
>>Kirk Hays
>
>
>Welcome, Kirk.  Have fun, that's whatsallabout.
>
>Cheers
>Nuno Souto
>nsouto@n...
>http://www.acay.com.au/~nsouto/welcome.htm
>
>
>--
>
>

At 02:37 PM 3/31/99 -0800, Kirk wrote:
(chopped and shredded by my ele*t*ic editor)
>Twenty years a software engineer, decided a couple of years back to
>get into woodworking.  Acquired various expensive tailed tools,

In a parallel Oregon universe lives my oldest son, lagging probably very
few years behind, due to the time distortion that happens to software folks.
His first move into woodworking was the same.  I believe I talked him out
of the biscuit cutter, but he laughed off the rest of my comments, and now
has a planer with the capacity of my towns millworks shop, among the more
common things.  (plans to make a bookcase)

>After an experience best titled as "Dances with Routers", involving
>starting a tailed router while the bit was in contact with the wood,

I related to my son my ro*t*r experience which was lifting it while still
running.  With it's gyroscopic action, it didn't steer as I expected,
overcame my loose left hand grip, was being held one handed, and routed a
nice shape through my right shoulder.  (I'm not sure how that's possible,
but the scar is there.)  He ignored that too.

>Cedar Mills, Oregon.

I don't recall just where that is, but Portland has some Cedar Hills/Mill
areas...  If close, maybe I could recruit you to round up a couple of large
friends to drop in on him when you can hear the power tools screaming,
break down his door and give him a good ...um... talking-to from his dad.
???
(He would be easy.  None of the muscle tone that comes from a rip saw and
scrub plane)    :>)

Welcome to a truly peaceful, benevolent Porch and activity.

Gene