Edward Skeels
02-17-2008, 04:29 PM
Putting this is a separate thread for easy nukin'. That way it won't sully anything in progress.
Ahem:
I don't think I posted anything about Lia (doesn’t she have the Muppet avatar; why would I pick on her?) so maybe it was something else I wrote that concerned someone. I did rag on another for asking how to fold a newspaper after the fact, made a comment about jack fetishes and something else I don't remember. Then I went for a sail. If some or all got their noses out of joint, well, screw you.
Me in person is different than me on a message board. On a message board you don’t get the tonal inflection, the eye rolls or sarcastic nasal drone. You just get text on a page and wonder what ass is writing.
I think there should be a gauntlet or guild to vet the worthy from the hacks. There should be opinions. Bombast is not a bad thing if it frightens the weak and sends them scurrying. I abhor the idea that just because you’re a ‘murican with a credit card or checkbook you can play glassblowing. Pete thinks it’s naughty of me when I use the term “blob art” but I see glass as a technical material the same as metal or plastics. The tradition of glassmaking is based on process. My respect to those producing refined product and to the few who can wield the material beyond colorful jugs to that of something called art I lay prostrate before you. To the rest; you bore me, go away.
FYI I never say anything bad on MW’s board. The citizens there are all helping each other get started and I respect that. However, Craftweb came about in a different way, with a different crowd that was (once upon a time) more freewheeling. It was the backside of the mullet reclaimed by PV who wanted a treefort of his own when his relationship with BS went south. I was the second after P to sign up and the first to give money to Kate to offset operating fees. The idea that Craftweb should now be all things bland to all people bland is to me an unfortunate reality. Then again nobody would want it to be DW’s rant spectacular.
I’m not a Neanderthal even though I play one. I get life. I understand beauty and grace; go to the ballet and museums. I am metro sexual and I am a man (ladies). I know what it means to commit to an endeavor and realize how retarded it is to spend 30 years shaping molten goop for a living. I am 3-D, real-time and unashamed. I do commit to an opinion, posture or point of view and am rabid and a zealot, but only until I change my mind and go off in another direction. I have learned to allow myself to change my mind without prior notice or explanation. I can’t always change reality, but I can always change my mind. I will listen to a different point of view but I want the position to be advocated with reason. I don’t buy opinions just because I need something to believe in; you have to sell it to me. If it’s good, I’m your bitch.
I can be generous in person but I do make the participant pass a test of sorts. In the real world where the wind blows and birds sing, I put some lettering on the door to my shop suggesting you don’t come in. For those willing to cross over the threshold I always give time even without an appointment. I want to see your work, hear you talk about yourself; where you come from and what you’ve done. I am optimistic that the person in front of me isn’t a total doofus and if I can get a sense of who you are and that you’re not a dickhead, you have me for the afternoon. Take a chance; go for a drive. Show up at my door, flash those big Kean eyes of yours and see what happens. It’s a good idea to call first cause I’m not always around. I might wind elements for the cost of materials to demonstrate the process, let people try out molds on the mold boy, get gathers, demonstrate pressed parrisons and make whatever. Want to learn how to pull stems or make feet? I don’t know everything but I’m good at what I do. If you want to look over my shoulder it’s not like you’re stealing my thoughts; you’ll still need to do the work. It’s learning and sharing in the form of grown up play.
I was taught that at some point it would be good to give back to the community. I feel I do give back, but not to just anyone. You have to make your case. To the ones I judge worthy, I’ve given away for free the equivalent of a complete hotshop over the years. Furnaces (plural), gloryholes, marvers, benches, molds, combustion trains, electrical components and handtools. I’ve loaned systems, books, scanned tracts and give away the used pipes. I’ve also sold off many useful items for token payment or trade.
To some of the denizens here; I appreciate D for making the effort to expand his knowledge of chemistry in an organized fashion, ditto for J when he described the process of developing glazes in his life prior to glass, kudos’ to B for building out a proper shop, don’t know if the fez is an improvement over the pistol, wish someone would remind me to slap J the next time I see him, think P should have drink for old times sake, and encourage T to speak his mind to the person pissing him off. What’s the downside, you might end up having a good conversation. A; I finally saw your private message. In hindsight probably not a good idea and please don't follow my lead. People like you. My method is bad for business and you have responsibilities.
Just to show how flexible I am. I’m not a fan of wavy bowls but have to give credit to the guy on Ebay who developed an alternative sales method and keeps selling wall platters like there’s no tomorrow. That guy rocks.
To the timid who run away when opinions are given; don’t.
P.S. I’m not sure why I would chime in on the Pilchuck syndrome thread. I am the most dogmatic, anal, rigid glassmaker on God’s green earth. Until I’m not. Then I’m a pussycat.
Meow.
Ed Skeels
Skeels Glass/Keith Orr Blowpipes
101 S. Coombs D4
Napa CA 94559
Tel (707) 253-2287 (no fax)
www.skeelsglass.com
www.keithorrblowpipes.com
(edited for spelling)
www.youtube.com/user/keithorr
Ahem:
I don't think I posted anything about Lia (doesn’t she have the Muppet avatar; why would I pick on her?) so maybe it was something else I wrote that concerned someone. I did rag on another for asking how to fold a newspaper after the fact, made a comment about jack fetishes and something else I don't remember. Then I went for a sail. If some or all got their noses out of joint, well, screw you.
Me in person is different than me on a message board. On a message board you don’t get the tonal inflection, the eye rolls or sarcastic nasal drone. You just get text on a page and wonder what ass is writing.
I think there should be a gauntlet or guild to vet the worthy from the hacks. There should be opinions. Bombast is not a bad thing if it frightens the weak and sends them scurrying. I abhor the idea that just because you’re a ‘murican with a credit card or checkbook you can play glassblowing. Pete thinks it’s naughty of me when I use the term “blob art” but I see glass as a technical material the same as metal or plastics. The tradition of glassmaking is based on process. My respect to those producing refined product and to the few who can wield the material beyond colorful jugs to that of something called art I lay prostrate before you. To the rest; you bore me, go away.
FYI I never say anything bad on MW’s board. The citizens there are all helping each other get started and I respect that. However, Craftweb came about in a different way, with a different crowd that was (once upon a time) more freewheeling. It was the backside of the mullet reclaimed by PV who wanted a treefort of his own when his relationship with BS went south. I was the second after P to sign up and the first to give money to Kate to offset operating fees. The idea that Craftweb should now be all things bland to all people bland is to me an unfortunate reality. Then again nobody would want it to be DW’s rant spectacular.
I’m not a Neanderthal even though I play one. I get life. I understand beauty and grace; go to the ballet and museums. I am metro sexual and I am a man (ladies). I know what it means to commit to an endeavor and realize how retarded it is to spend 30 years shaping molten goop for a living. I am 3-D, real-time and unashamed. I do commit to an opinion, posture or point of view and am rabid and a zealot, but only until I change my mind and go off in another direction. I have learned to allow myself to change my mind without prior notice or explanation. I can’t always change reality, but I can always change my mind. I will listen to a different point of view but I want the position to be advocated with reason. I don’t buy opinions just because I need something to believe in; you have to sell it to me. If it’s good, I’m your bitch.
I can be generous in person but I do make the participant pass a test of sorts. In the real world where the wind blows and birds sing, I put some lettering on the door to my shop suggesting you don’t come in. For those willing to cross over the threshold I always give time even without an appointment. I want to see your work, hear you talk about yourself; where you come from and what you’ve done. I am optimistic that the person in front of me isn’t a total doofus and if I can get a sense of who you are and that you’re not a dickhead, you have me for the afternoon. Take a chance; go for a drive. Show up at my door, flash those big Kean eyes of yours and see what happens. It’s a good idea to call first cause I’m not always around. I might wind elements for the cost of materials to demonstrate the process, let people try out molds on the mold boy, get gathers, demonstrate pressed parrisons and make whatever. Want to learn how to pull stems or make feet? I don’t know everything but I’m good at what I do. If you want to look over my shoulder it’s not like you’re stealing my thoughts; you’ll still need to do the work. It’s learning and sharing in the form of grown up play.
I was taught that at some point it would be good to give back to the community. I feel I do give back, but not to just anyone. You have to make your case. To the ones I judge worthy, I’ve given away for free the equivalent of a complete hotshop over the years. Furnaces (plural), gloryholes, marvers, benches, molds, combustion trains, electrical components and handtools. I’ve loaned systems, books, scanned tracts and give away the used pipes. I’ve also sold off many useful items for token payment or trade.
To some of the denizens here; I appreciate D for making the effort to expand his knowledge of chemistry in an organized fashion, ditto for J when he described the process of developing glazes in his life prior to glass, kudos’ to B for building out a proper shop, don’t know if the fez is an improvement over the pistol, wish someone would remind me to slap J the next time I see him, think P should have drink for old times sake, and encourage T to speak his mind to the person pissing him off. What’s the downside, you might end up having a good conversation. A; I finally saw your private message. In hindsight probably not a good idea and please don't follow my lead. People like you. My method is bad for business and you have responsibilities.
Just to show how flexible I am. I’m not a fan of wavy bowls but have to give credit to the guy on Ebay who developed an alternative sales method and keeps selling wall platters like there’s no tomorrow. That guy rocks.
To the timid who run away when opinions are given; don’t.
P.S. I’m not sure why I would chime in on the Pilchuck syndrome thread. I am the most dogmatic, anal, rigid glassmaker on God’s green earth. Until I’m not. Then I’m a pussycat.
Meow.
Ed Skeels
Skeels Glass/Keith Orr Blowpipes
101 S. Coombs D4
Napa CA 94559
Tel (707) 253-2287 (no fax)
www.skeelsglass.com
www.keithorrblowpipes.com
(edited for spelling)
www.youtube.com/user/keithorr