I’ve been using Twitter for quite some time because of the writers and (a few) guitar folks who hang out there. And some useful news as well, though I pick and choose that very carefully. The micro.blog experience is most refreshing: There’s no shouting.
Rainy Monday. Our layer of glacial clay ensures we have no drainage.
Time to hide in the shop and resume fretwork.
There is snoring going on nearby. I interpret this as a subtle hint that I should shut down for the night.
Blogs, lotsa blogs!! (Don’t know about micro though.
/ @kimonostereo I’ve been to H only once. The airport shuttle driver told us he was one of the few Hawaiians with a paying job. I believed him. The job, of course, which didn’t pay much, was dependent upon tourism.
FIne times, these. I’m going to –
concentrate on my #fretwork
figure out how to hook my Wordpress stuff to micro.blog
see if github has anything for me with regard to (ahem) blogging
Ut! w00t! etc.
According to Wikipedia, “Calhoun, Calhoon, Colhoon, Colhoun, Hoon, Cahoun, and Cahoon are variants of the surname Colquhoun. They are generally found only in the United States of America and Canada.”
It has come to my attention that rum is likely the answer to everything. #guitar #guitarrepair
Removing guitar frets can be … challenging. Especially when they have been glued in place and the fingerboard is old, dry ebony. You don’t want to watch this sausage being made.
Getting ready to unstring this guitar and begin (yes!) pulling its original, very worn, frets.
I have one refretted guitar to deliver. It’s a nice piece. The owner isn’t likely to forget I have it.
A pint of plain is your only man.
Grrr. Seems I will not be running VirtualBox on a High Sierra machine.