"I don't make hell for nobody. I'm only the instrument of a laughing providence. Sometimes I don't like it myself, but I couldn't help it if I was born smart."

1st Sgt. Milton Anthony Warden.
"From here to Eternity"

Paul Valery

"You are in love with intelligence, until it frightens you. For your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time."

The Wisdom of the Ages

"When a young man, I read somewhere the following: God the Almighty said, 'All that is too complex is unnecessary, and it is simple that is needed',"

Mikhail Kalashnikov

Ya ever seen my house?

Ya ever seen my house?
Neither have I Ted! You douchebag.
"Here lies the bravest soldier I've seen since my mirror got grease on it."

Zapp Brannigan

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day



As promised, grist for Larry's humor mill.
My new '62 F100, 260 cid V8 (kicking out a blistering 130+ HP) with the classic Ford pick-up four-speed, three speeds and one gear you use every month or so, whenever you want to pull a stump.
Years ago, I had the unforgettable experience of pulling the identical transmission from my old '59 and it was a milk-strainin' ball-jammer. Probably on the order of 200#. Just the thing to bench press while you lay in the gravel with dirt falling in your eyes, especially in view of the 1/2" of congealed grease/mud all over it.
Good times...
By way of contrast, my '65 Chevy panel truck had a tranny that was so easy to handle, that the last of the three clutches (Yes, three. More about that later) I replaced was accomplished in an hour and forty-five minutes. The last thirty minutes was spent pricking around adjusting it.
As I recall, it only took three wrenches and a throwaway line-up tool.
The reason for three clutches is this:
When I bought it ($300), the seller told me that the engine, a 250 straight-six had originally come out of a Camaro - like that's a feature ("You mean this twenty-year-old Navy surplus, shore patrol truck that's held together largely by haze-gray paint has a Camaro engine! Bitchin'!").
The problem, I found out much later, was that the car version of the 250 used a smaller fly-wheel and so, less clutch.

I put 30,000 miles on it and it only stranded me once - and that was a broken belt.
Back to my new jewel, check out the Pakistani, taxicab eyebrows.
Okay, Larry's reader are starting to nod off.
Here's the short version: About seven years ago, I had a break-down (we're not talking vehicles now). No biggie, unmanageable anger, a trip to the emergency room, some tranquilizers and all was wonderful.
Found out, as a result of this, about the wonderful world of psychiatric meds. I went through a few different ones until I (and my Caring Professional) settled on what I eat now, Zoloft, Welbutrin and Trazadone.
The pills don't fix the entire thing, just gives me some space between feelings, impulses and such. I still act stupidly from time to time but nothing like the pre-med me.

One incident to illustrate the old love able me.: Driving out to a job one morning in my '72 F250 (I've got a thing for old shit-boxes) with a hippie-box on the back to store my tools, a zippy little rice-burner, so certain that my lumbering old ass was going to slow him down, passed me, in an intersection, crossing two sets of double yellow lines.
So I stayed six feet off his bumper at 80mph for fifteen miles or so. I showed him slow.
This is why, even though I love guns and am obviously obsessed with weapons, I won't carry a gun (minus a specific threat - have yet to have one, a threat that is. One of the bennies of an anxiety disorder is good risk assesment skills).
Anyway, what I've figured out is that I have a constant edge of anxiety that's like an electrical current - kind of like a never-ending fight-or-flight mechanism.
The stress that builds up from this has to ground out somehow. Way back when I was a little kid I unconsciously hit on anger as a method. It's a nice strong emotion - very cathartic.

Of course, I never realized until very recently what was happening. All I knew was that I became a raving, screaming asshole every now and then.
Larry, George, you've been the undeserving recipients of a very watered-down version of my aforementioned road rage.
The good news is, that once I get a solid handle on what's going on, I stop so you can both count on much more gentlemanly behavior from yours truly.
This is a tedious topic.
Knife pic above: I reworked my Kuk.
I made the original, based on a WW1 knife, issued to a regiment raised by the Maharajah of Jodhpur.
I didn't know at the time that a Kukri can be had for very little money, a real one, made by Gurkhas.
So, no one took the bait, it's mine by default but the circa 1916, Asian sub-continent sized handle had to go.
The other is my latest faux "Theater V44". This one is drifting dangerously close to being an art knife.
The handle scales were a sudden brain-wave. I cut a piece of bird's eye maple into slices. I glued two of them at a time to a piece of leather with the waney edges inboard and a space between them.
That space was then filled with black epoxy.
Voila.
An earlier V44 comes next.
It's sold and I'm sad to see it leave.
My first attempt using the WW2 vintage, "high-tech" Plexiglas spacers.

I've babbled long enough. I've cards to scan to send to the Grandma.

6 comments:

J.R.Shirley said...

Mr. Brock,

I hope you won't feel discounted if I just address the knife-related portion of your post. I'm a big fan of genuine Nepalese kukuris. I still have...well, I'm not certain. Three or four (I still have stuff spread out over three households since my deployment in 2006), I believe.

Your kukuri looks good, if a little light-bodied for my taste. I'm a big fan of the "WWII" styles, as well as what Himalayan Imports calls the Ganga Ram Special. I'll have to show you a pic sometime, but it works well for me in about a 17" OAL. It's a very blade-forward sort of kuk, as opposed to the fighter you have there. I have this issue with wanting my tools to be well-nigh indestructible, you see...

In any case, that's a sleek and useful-looking knife. It looks like you put an aluminum handle on it? Have you had any retention problems after you've used it for a few minutes?

John

Oliver Hart-Parr said...

Mr. Brock was my Dad.
Actually, he was "Bob".
His Dad was Rev. or Dr. Brock so...
Anyway, I don't feel discounted, not in the least.
This political thing is boring and really, as this post states (I hope), it's just some kind of a hobby anger thing I slip into every now and then.
Anyway, thanks on behalf of the Kuk.
It's an Indian pattern and is a bit slender for me as well.
Below find a link to a forum where the pictured knife, in it's original small aluminum handle (no retention problems by the way) along with one my Granddad brought back from India.
It's a very workmanlike knife, made of excellent steel but it's been sharpened beyond the hardened portion of the edge.
Alas.
The other knife was commissioned by a fellow in Ontario which is a good deal more front-heavy and thus more to my liking as well.
http://forum.ramanon.com/showthread.php?t=48667&highlight=kukri
As long as I've got your attention, this link is to elsewhere on this blog, a kuk I made for my son.
That'll teach you to take an interest.
http://plowshareforge.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-weekend-final-second.html
Thanks for commenting, John.

J.R.Shirley said...

Well, please let me know how you'd like to be addressed.

Anyway, it occurred to while I was on my way home yesterday to mention that the vast majority of kuks available cheaply are tourist junk. Based on your prices on other knives (wouldn't be surprised if your costs have had to come up recently, btw), I would think you can be competitive with other *quality* kuks. Especially since yours will have better finish, etc.

Thanks for the links. I'll check them out later.

John

Simstone said...

Glad to see that you got a handle on your edgy tempered rage. It can cut like hell once it is unsheathed, ya know what I mean?

Oliver Hart-Parr said...

Mr. is fine. It's just a rare level of formality to find nowadays.
I have one customer who signs off his e-mails with
"Your obedient and humble servant..."

J.R.Shirley said...

Mr. Brock,

Wow, that big one is a darn good looking kukuri! The handle is a bit too forward-slanted for my taste, but that's personal preference. Looks like a good piece, and even has the traditional cho. Without the cho, it's just a KLO (kukuri-like object)!

The one for your son is a good looking knife, though definitely more of a fast fighter. Whaddya know- your son's famous! Congratulations.

Peace,

John

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