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The Warped Woodturner (TWW) is a local artist traveling his artist's journey in a suburb of Springbrook, WI (pop. 536). TWW's creative calling is to use a wood lathe to make useless objects from locally-sequestered organic carbon for tourists to bring back to the city to give to people they had to buy something for but do not like that much. His target market is the senior citizens since their vision is not as good as it used to be so cannot see the defects as well. His marketing jingle is: “Bowls as simple as their creator”.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
It has been two weeks without an entry for loyal readers of this blog (all 3 of you). The picture at the left shows how things have been going. TWWT has been misled by the global warming crowd. Al Gore told us there would be no more winters so when it did not snow much this year I started getting the wood split up for next year (remember burning trees produces good CO2 rather than the bad CO2 created when you burn fossil fuels). Anyway, I hauled wood over to the garage to use the electric splitter (again to prevent burning fossil fuels) and then it snowed about a foot and buried all of the wood. So today was the day to start uncovering the wood and split it. When you are leading an enriched life the life enriching experiences never end.
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1 comment:
twwt....an electric splitter. give me a break. its for the lilly livers and those weak of..of..body. you need a 7 pound splitting maul. they wrote a song about john henry and his hammer.. something could be put together for twwt and his 7 lb maul. song could golike this: twwt he swung that maul high, swung that maul high, swung that maul high. yes, twwt he swung that maul high trying to split some wood. just try that to the tune of the old gray mare.
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