I’ve refined the design of the tablesaw outfeed table to include details for the router table and jig storage. Some of the space will remain as cubby holes. Other space will be drawers.
We’re gearing up for deck building this summer. Sketchup has been invaluable as a design tool. Notes:
- Detached shade structure is sized for optimal shade through out the seasons
- Shading material is planned to be cloth supported between the joists, with flexibility for rolling back
- Shade structure is to be steel because of the large spans
- Decking is to be hardwood for durability and beauty
- Hot tub? May be an item for 2015.
I recently took the time to re-learn Sketchup. I’m still inefficient with it, but its capability for joining conceptual drawing with accurate scaling is awesome. I really love it! Though I’ve played with it a number of times in the past, I think it’s finally in my toolbox.
Here’s the outfeed table I spent time designing last night. The over-hang on the right provides clearance for dust collection piping on table saw. Still coming in the design:
- router table inset
- storage for router and tablesaw accessories
I still haven’t gone horseback riding. If I had a bucket list, surely I’d have to put it on my bucket list. I know that for a modest fee, I can find several venues within a few miles where a caring person can put me on a gentle horse and take me for a ride. I think about that from time to time, but I do fail to act.
Cousin Jim says that we are “first generation off the farm”. I find that to be an interesting label, for what it says about our place in history and the conditions of our upbringing. We had strong fathers. Very strong fathers, who developed their characters in a very rough life.
Harvey McGuire, my dad, didn’t say much about how rough life had been for him. But gradually, over the years of my youth some glimpses of the rugged life of the 20’s did emerge. It was during a trip to Pacific County Fair in 1960, when I was maybe 8 years old, that I began to ask some serious questions about who my father was in the pre-existance! While with Dad in the middle of the midway, a horse had become spooked, and the young girl who was leading him had lost control. The horse was rearing up and creating real danger for all around. The crowd was scattering, as Dad placed very firm hands on my shoulders – as only he could – and said “YOU STAY RIGHT HERE!”. He then walked up to that wild horse, grabbed the reins and calmed him. I’d like to think he whispered something sweet to that horse, but I actually think that he smacked the horse in the side of the head as he whispered.
I was absolutely awestruck. Here I was with the father I had known for 8 years, a man who had never even commented on the nature of horses. A man, that as far as I knew, had never even touched a horse. And he was taking control of a horse gone wild! It turns out that I knew nothing of my father. He asked the girl where the horse belonged, he led the horse to its stall at the horse barn and settled it in. All I could do was to follow in pure wonderment.
As I learned, back on the farm there had been about a dozen horses. To add some income to the subsistence farming, Edwin McGuire, my grandfather, operated a pack horse operation leading hunters into the Cascade mountains. As a youth, and as the oldest of 5 children much of the labor of caring for those horses fell on Dad. He never commented on the beauty of horses. He was not enamored by horses as the teenage girls were in my neighborhood. No. He actually actually disliked the animals and wanted nothing to do with them. He told me the stories later. When cousins would come over, he’d get on his bicycle and escape the farm, so that he wouldn’t “be saddled” with all the work of caring for the horses so that cousins could ride!
But still, I want to ride a horse. Maybe this spring. Before it gets too warm. Or maybe this fall, before it gets too cold. It would be nice to touch my heritage in that physical way.
By the way, I’ve never seen a picture of Dad anywhere near a horse, so it is fitting that my favorite picture of Mom and Dad shows him enjoying his sweetheart and his preferred mode of transportation.
LaRue Henkel and Harvey McGuire — 1936(?)
Early in January I heard about the Saga app for Android and iPhone. It bills itself thus: “Record your life automatically and share it effortlessly with the people you care about.”
It will aggregate all of your social media stuff so that you can share EVERYTHING about your online self. Well I didn’t care to share my life in that way, but I have long been looking for a way to automatically track business mileage. Apps that I have tried have not been particularly useful, mostly because I’d forget to push the START button when I head off to an appointment. The Saga app, on the other hand, tracks travel when the phone is on and with me. And it does it without draining the battery too fast.
For my purposes, I just wanted to aggregate Google Calendar data and Saga travel data. The saga app has an option to export raw data in JSON format. I wrote an online utility to process that raw export into a spreadsheet. I’ll be using that to summarize business travel monthly.
If this sounds worthwhile, you may utilize the utility here: mcguirepiano.com/saga
I’m a technologist. And sometimes I have more fun with old technology than new technology. For seven or eight years we’ve been without a landline phone, and that works pretty well — until the owner of the phone is upstairs and the phone is downstairs. In an effort to expand our phone availability, I went looking for new technology, and found the bluetooth gateways for cell phones can be pretty cool! The device shown below, connects to the wired phone lines in the house, and when one or both of our smart phones are nearby with bluetooth on, all the phones in the house ring.
That worked out well, and I wired some more phone jacks in the house. We now have three wired phones. But when I built the shop, I didn’t wire it for phone. Well it’s wired now, and enter old technology:
The shop has a phone! I value the old power equipment that I have and operate in the shop, and I thought it fitting to have a phone of the same vintage. This particular phone is the Western Electric “space saver” model, from the 1940s. And today it is working again and ringing when I’m home and you call my cell phone! I found this one on eBay, and it was the exact model I sought, because it is the same model that hung on the wall of the kitchen in Raymond when I was a tot. It was replaced with a white plastic wall phone that had a dialer! Our phone number was 278R. When you picked up the phone to call first you checked to see if the party line was free, then the operator would say, “Number, please”. So at this point the shop phone is incoming only. It has a dial tone, but no dialer. Ryan has suggested that the ultimate marriage of old tech and new tech would be to hook it up to a PBX server which would say “Number, please”, and then using voice recognition, would — well dial the number!
When the neighbors built a white vinyl fence along the north property line a triangle of land was mostly fenced off and of little value for gardening. When I built the shop, I thought that space would be good for storing trailers. With the help of a fence along the property, I took the initiative to build a fence and gate. Given how time gets away, I actually got a bid from a contractor to put in a white vinyl fence with a 10-foot gate. When I saw the bid of $1500, I immediately re-thought the process. I thought I could build something pretty nice for less money. Given the price of high grade cedar, it wasn’t cheap but it wasn’t $1500.
Where’s the worst air? Oh. Right here. In the little known State of Utah. Also known, perhaps, as the State of Denial.
This time of year brings temperature inversions to the valleys along the Wasatch Front Mountains of Utah, and pollutants from 1.7 million cars is trapped – it just cannot be dispersed to the surrounding desert! This week cities in Utah have repetitively made the EPA’s chart of Top 5 Worst air in the United States.
Here’s today’s current conditions and forecast (this just shows the top 5 in the nation):
Is this unusual? No. It’s January in Utah!
Earlier this week, a group of health care professionals delivered a letter to the Governor of Utah, requesting that the Governor take immediate action and declare a healthcare emergency. The doctors stated, “We know from thousands of medical studies that people are dying in our community right now because of air pollution and its role in triggering strokes, heart attacks, congestive heart failure and infant mortality.” Reference: kuer.org
The governor’s office responded:
“Ally Isom is a spokeswoman for Governor Herbert. She says he would not characterize current air quality conditions as a health emergency, but acknowledges it is unhealthy for some groups. She says the governor encourages everyone to exercise individual responsibility to combat the pollution.”
The Governor does seem to be the Governor of the State of Denial. “Unhealthy for some groups” is quite the understatement. The red designation in the graphic above is an EPA Air Quality Index greater than 150. The EPA defines this category as, “Everyone may begin to experience health effects; members of sensitive groups may experience more serious health effects.” This is a marked contrast in definition. Maybe the good doctors are right and the Governor is wrong.
I take exception to the Governor’s solution. He “encourages everyone to exercise individual responsibility to combat the pollution.” It wasn’t the individuals who built the twelve lane freeways along the Wasatch Front, enabling a lifestyle which is reliant on cars. It was the elected government. It’s time for the government to take action. As the doctors say, this stuff isn’t just an irritant. It’s costing lives.
Earlier today, I sent my proposals to my State Representatives. They are harsh, but would be effective. The “individual responsibility” approach has not worked. We need real plans now. Here’s my proposals:
Representative Pray and Senator Stevenson:
It is time! It is time to stop wringing our hands about our filthy air. IT IS TIME TO TAKE ACTION! This week we have been ranked number one in the nation for filthy air by the EPA. Cars are the major problem. Lets attack it there on an economic basis!
Proposal 1: During periods where PM 2.5 emissions are above 30 ppm, charge a $10 toll for every vehicle entering I-15 in affected counties which have fewer than 2 passengers. Hmmm that’s logistically challenging. Probably would be troublesome to implement.
Proposal 2: During months where PM 2.5 emissions are above 30 ppm, increase the gas tax in affected counties. I’d say $3.00 a gallon would get enough cars off the road.
Radical proposals? Perhaps. Do we have a big problem and do we have our head stuck in the sand? Yes. From each of the above proposals, take the revenue to fund public transportation and public transportation awareness. Offer free public transit during these periods.
Why am I concerned? Well, I’m sick. Not terribly sick, just sick when I breathe the air. I dread January each year. If it were more than 6 weeks a year, I’d move! I’d leave the state. I’d leave the state? Hmmm. Maybe this pollution has a negative economic value to the state! Yesterday more than 100 medical professionals petitioned the Governor’s office, asking for a declaration of “healthcare emergency”. The governor’s response was lame. He said, “Nah, it’s not that bad”.
Big problems require bold solutions. We have a big problem.
I recently decided to upgrade from the crude key leveling blocks I had been using, and enjoyed making these blocks.
Working with small pieces like this can be a wood working challenge. Here’s the techniques I used:
I selected a a good long piece of stock (I used walnut) and milled it to 9mm X 25mm. I cut a 4mm X 10 mm slot in each end of the stock with a vertical cut on the tablesaw. With long stock and a tall fence this can be a comfortable, safe operation. This could also be done nicely on the bandsaw. While the stock was still long, I bored the countersinks for the nuts and the concentric through bores for the bolts at the drill press. I bored the countersink slightly smaller than the cross dimension of the hex bolt, so that it could be tapped in for a snug fit. I bored the through hole slightly smaller than the threads of the bolt, so that the wood block would act as a locking mechanism on the bolt. After boring, I cross cut the ends of the long stock to form the 25mm X 30mm blocks. Finally, I secured the nut in the block with a bit of super glue. The bolt I used was a #8 machine screw.
Parking Enforcement Gone Beserk!
Alert: Avoid Salt Lake City
While enjoying some laughs at Wise Guys Comedy Club in Salt Lake, more “humor” awaited me on the windshield of my car! I was cited for “Month Decal Faded”. What???
That’s right. It seems that the Utah DMV has recently been issuing license plate decals that fade to the point they are unreadable. And, Salt Lake City, seizing on the opportunity is issuing citations to car owners. Oops! Come on folks, this is ridiculous. This does not pass the Ho Ho test.
No I’m not alone. Have a look at this article in the Salt Lake Tribune.
Here’s my very calm email to the folks at Salt Lake City Parking Enforcement. Do you think they’ll respond?
On Sat, Jul 14, 2012 at 11:07 PM, Duane McGuire <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
I received a citation while spending money in Salt Lake City this evening for “Month Decal Faded”. Yes. It is faded. I didn’t know that was a problem. The registration is valid, and the month of expiration is discernible. I’ve attached a photo of the plate.
Please rescind this violation notice. Really, it cannot pass a common sense test.
1077 N 1285 W
Clinton, UT 84015