Friday, January 05, 2007

Port Discovery


Today was the Columbia Homeschool Community's field trip to the Port Discovery museum in Baltimore. You can always tell a homeschool group gathering, 'cuz no one follows direction, and chaos rules. A good group for inspiring some offbeat photographs.

I didn't get to take that many, 'cuz you know, the Headmistress insists that I occasionally get engaged with the family. Geez, my thirty minutes at bedtime isn't enough?

Anyway, here are some photos from around the museum. The first two are self-portraits, of a fashion. One might be tempted to claim that the third is also. Of course, only if one were drawn to easy and completely obvious humor. The way the Headmistress is, for example.

(because it was overcast, and because I neglected to reset my white balance setting when I went outdoors, all my outdoor photos have a blue-ish tone)














Port Discovery, Family View

Ok, I did manage to take some photos of the fam. while we ate lunch at perhaps the worst restaurant in Baltimore. At least they served some amber beer on tap. And nothing says family, like photos that combine alcoholic beverages and kids, I always say.

So here are the Academy's kids, and grandkids...









OSHA Standards

OSHA sets standards for the use of Personal Protective Equipment, or PPE. These standards provide guidelines for employers to equip their workers with appropriate attire to safeguard against, and minimize exposure to, workplace hazards.

Here at the Academy, we are proud of our relationship with OSHA, and our strict adherence to these standards. Our motto is: "If you're going to work, you must wear appropriate PPE.

Mm hm.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Crave the Texture


A window frame at the Academy.

I love texture. Especially random, unpredictable texture. Its why I love jazz - real jazz - so much: its so random, so textured.

The great thing about texture is you can find it in the most unpredictable places. I can't wait to see what textures we can find at Port Discovery in Baltimore tomorrow.....

You think you bad? You ain't bad.


You think you done? You ain't done.

This morning the Headmistress announced that a french door must be installed to separate the dormitories from the public spaces in Residence Hall. So all that trash talking about git'n 'er done? Ha!

After she left for work, the Headmaster got busy making another pot of coffee to facilitate all the ranting. Then he got busy making more mess. You know, its a good thing she made this announcement before the plaster went up, 'cuz once that's done, there will be no changes - its permanent and unchangeable.

We didn't make a great deal of progress because of today's playgroup at the Dean's. And let me just say, the Headmistress there is none too pleased with my recent commitment to perform drywall services at the Clayton Academy. I seem to have a knack for pissing off Headmistresses.


Anyway, I managed to get the doorway framed, drywalled and ready for the pre-hung door unit. But we'll have to go to the appropriations committee to get that capital purchase approved (personally, I don't think the endowment will support it). Still, I've made sufficient progress to proceed with the venetian plaster finish.



But you know how nothing is ever easy? Especially here at the Academy? Well, in order to frame that door, I had to destroy this door. Which is fine, because this door was on the list as Headmaster Pet Peeve #3 - sliding closet doors. Hate 'em. Absolutely. So now I can frame a nice, hinged, 6-panel closet door there.

Another day.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Kids? What kids?


Its astonishing how the lines between upstairs/downstairs, this-room/that-room are becoming increasingly blurred around the Academy. I certainly won't walk around upstairs with a dress on anymore.


High on the list of things I really like is peace-and-quiet. Sitting in front of a computer screen listening to the soft, steady whirring of the hard drive is actually quite nice. Listening to four kids scream and fight over a Scrabble piece, not so much. Seven years with toddlers running around has failed to diminish my love of all things quiet - if anything, they have increased it. So one of my goals here is to be able to walk into any room, close the door, and not be able to hear the screaming, crying and fighting on the other side. Therefore, every single wall, floor and ceiling gets insulated for sound.

It is simply amazing what a few compressed glass fibers can do for your ears, and your sanity.

Holy See, Batman!


Last night, the Academy's blog received a visit from the Vatican. Yikes! You don't suppose it was... naw... couldn't be. Could it?

Perhaps it was only the Secretariat of State, come to divine bookcase construction for the Vatican's extensive collection of antique map folios. With my luck, it was merely someone from one of the nine Congregations - in fact, probably the ninth. Or someone from the third Tribunal. Oh horrors - what if it was simply a member of one of those eleven Pontifical Councils? They'll let anyone into blogs these days.

Still, just to be on the safe side, I think I'll clean up my act a bit. Now where did I leave that carafe of Kool-Aid?

Anatomy of a Bookcase


"Updated 5 br. rancher has charming, large, built-in bookcase in hallway."


Ooh, I love built-ins! The very word conjures up images of solid woodwork with lots of detail. Unless, of course, you're talking about the Academy. Here, built-ins are generally constructed of drywall, particle board, lumber scraps, and cheap, ill-fitting, mismatched plastic molding - all painted battleship grey. Which leads us to Headmaster Pet Peeve #2: Built-ins that are constructed of drywall, particle board, lumber scraps and cheap, ill-fitting and mismatched plastic molding - all painted battleship grey.

This bookcase was quite possibly the worst case of craftmanship in the long, sordid history of bad craftsmanship. It could, and should, be made into a case study for aspiring craftsmen and craftswomen who might be attending craftsschool. I'll take the first crack at breaking it all down. Of course, this is high-level - the instructor can go into much more detail.


1. The base of a "built-in" should never be constructed of a piece of baseboard molding. Especially one that does not match anything else in the house. And please make it substantial - hey, ever heard of proportion? Also, the base should not extend beyond the dimensional width of the built-in unit itself - this gives the impression that the craftsman had an extra piece of molding on the truck, but lacked a saw with which to cut it.

2. Ah, where to begin. First, never, ever, ever use cove molding in casework of any kind. There is a reason it sells for $0.04 a linear foot. Life comes at you fast - you deserve better. Second, all molding should start at point "A" (the point of origin), and end at point "B" (the destination). It should never stop for a break in the middle. This cardinal rule was broken in this case, because plastic molding only comes in 8-foot lengths. Which brings us to the third issue here. Jaysus, do I really have to say it?

3. When you nail shelves to an exposed block of wood, you lose the right to call your work a "built-in". If this doesn't dissuade you, and you really must, at least give it a fresh cut so it doesn't have end-grain stubble.

4. Dude, where did you find this molding? It was obviously milled (from a solid block of exotic plastic) for the sole purpose of covering up mistakes.

5. All electrical fixtures should be... well, fixtures. In other words, affixed to something, rather than dangling loosely from the supply cable. Ah well, at least this one was hidden well enough to escape the painters. Its the only one in the house that was spared. It was also the last to get yanked out, since I didn't even know it was there.

6. Casework should be given a suitable destination, such as a properly constructed base, for example. Also, when two pieces of molding absolutely must meet, give 'em a cozy fit. They'll thank you for it.

7. The base molding should not extend above the base. In this case, I suspect it didn't when the unit was first completed - subsequent sagging of the bottom caused the problem. Look, built-ins shouldn't age the way humans do.

8. This one for extra credit, since you can only see it in the first photograph. Once again, always mind the proportion. The top of this "built-in" bookcase ends with a shelf. In other words, the top shelf of the unit is flush with the surrounding ceiling. In fact, for all I know, the bookcase extends well beyond the ceiling and into the attic. What an ambitious craftsman!

9. Another extra credit item. If you're going to build something, make sure it is sized properly for whatever you intend it to hold - in this case, books. This bookcase is sized appropriately for someone who might own an extensive collection of antique map folios, or Richard Avedon coffee table books. But the average reader's hodgepodge selections of Nora Roberts paperbacks, R.L. Stine Goosebumps series, and the occasional John Grisham hardcover will be so swallowed up by these shelves, that people will be tempted to jam all kinds of things in there just to fill up the empty spaces (one of the prime reasons the Headmistress said this monstrosity had to go).

10. Still looking for extra credit? Forget the bookcase - glueing bargain parquet flooring down over a solid hardwood floor is like covering a granite countertop with formica. You're supposed to upgrade, dummy!

And that concludes our case study in "How to properly construct a built-in", or, "How to market an improperly constructed built-in", depending on how you want to look at it.

Tonight, the Headmaster decided it was time to take it all down. That space is needed to enlarge the master bathroom. Of course, the bookcase doesn't adjoin the master bathroom - that would be too easy. The bookcase adjoins the hallway bathroom. So first we'll have to reconfigure the hallway bathroom in order to get the added space to its intended destination - kind of like one of those slider puzzles. In the end, it will be as if someone pushed in on the master bathroom wall, which pushed on the hallway bathroom walls, causing the hallway bookcase to pop out.

Anyway, work began this evening. Already you can see the improvement...



Unfortunately, the Headmistress wasn't too pleased with the whole operation. A lot of noise. A lot of mess. A whole lot of swearing. And a cloud of fine dust settling throughout the house, like a gentle snowfall after a furious storm.

Guess I'd better start shoveling.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

In-Law Suite


The In-Laws are nearing move day. Yes, they're pulling up stakes and heading for Raleigh, NC. Their move to this new house makes me very, very sad. It makes me so sad because they miss no opportunity to:

1.) show me pictures of their new house (drop-dead gorgeous)
2.) remind me how little they paid for it
3.) ask me how much we paid for the piece of crap house we bought

Sigh... Hey, it was YOUR DAUGHTER that bought it - my role in the transaction is simply to fix it.

So today I went to their old house for possibly the last time. (Unless they find another load of junk that needs to be hauled to the dump. Which they will.) After loading the truck with a half ton of stuff, I walked around the place and snapped some pictures. So many memories. So many bad, bad memories.

Look, it isn't that bad. Its just that they are a TAD uptight. And by TAD, in capital letters, I mean completely and excessively.

They are good people, and they mean well. They've actually helped us a lot over the years. But I have this love/hate relationship with them - love 'em, hate to be with 'em. Being around them is tolerable only after sufficient alcohol has been consumed. And they don't drink - not a drop.

So, as I watch them pack and prepare to hit the road, I can't help but feel a small sense of foreboding. When next we see them, it will be for an extended visit - in the SAME house. Funny, whenever I have heard the term "In-Law Suite", I never, ever expected it would have anything to do with me. I have a sudden urge to know more about flasks.

Students Gone Wild



Today, several students of the Academy were caught vandalizing the walls of the Residence Hall. The office of the Headmaster wishes to remind everyone that these types of destructive acts will absolutely, positively not be tolerated.

At least, they won't be tolerated after the walls are painted.

In keeping with Academy tradition, the students were allowed to draw all over the walls before prep work is completed for the new paint. Actually, the walls will be "finished", not painted. Faux venetian plaster. I used this technique on our old house, and I miss having all that wonderful texture around. This one will be a challenge, since its a cathedral ceiling - large areas are very difficult to finish without help. And finding help around here is nothing, if not challenging.






Postscript - This represents a milestone for the Academy, with its 100th blog entry.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Beginnings

Main Entry: aus·pice
Pronunciation: 'os-pis
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural aus·pic·es
Etymology: Latin auspicium, from auspic-, auspex diviner by birds, from avis bird + specere to look, look at -- more at AVIARY, SPY
1 : observation by an augur especially of the flight and feeding of birds to discover omens
2 plural : kindly patronage and guidance (doing research under the auspices of the local historical society)
3 : a prophetic sign; especially : a favorable sign


Sometimes, the most favorable of outcomes spring from the most inauspicious of beginnings. Here's to a year that is, in every way, favorable.

But before I toast, I'd better put some seed out for those birds.

In with the new



Students and faculty spent the entire evening playing games. The Headmaster insisted on keeping a cumulative score - being the competitive freakball that he is. He was beaten in EVERY game by a 14 year-old substitute teacher, so he is likely to be a little cranky in the morning. Well, that plus the heavy drinking and all.

Appetizers were served throughout the evening, and WOW were they YUMMY! BUT OK - THAT IS IT!! This represents the LAST day of the holidays, and there will be a SERIOUS reduction in caloric intake around here, starting TOMORROW. Oh wait, we're having turkey with stuffing and mashed potatoes and gravy. Plus we'll have to finish all that egg nog. And the brownies from this evening. Ok, maybe we can go one more day.

The Headmaster wishes a happy, prosperous and competitive New Year to all!