This is a link for the Hitachi P20SB Hand Planer. Mine came with a case and a tool for aligning the blades; it’s got a heavy action while still being very light, and the blades are strong and sturdy (unlike the thin, easily chipped blades on a Bosch model I rented.) I’d recommend this. I paid somewhere around $99 for it at Lowe’s.
I took fifteen minutes out of the day and while I was waiting for other things to happen, started a sub-weblog for the house over here. At some point I’ll put it on the side as a permanent link, and add pictures and probably backlink all the various pictures and entries I’ve done so far, but for now, it’s plain-jane and informational. There you have it.
This is a link to a seller’s website. It’s information on the Beacon-Morris K84 , a forced hot-water heater used in minimum-space applications (e.g. under a cabinet, in recessed floor spaces) and destined for use in our kitchen. We’re using Schumacher & Seiler, a local Baltimore plumbing supply house, as our vendor (luckily, they have a warehouse not 5 miles from our house.)
Update: This will not work with our heating system, which is steam radiator based. From what we are told, it’s only compatible with gravity/hot water systems.
Excellent Roundup Of CSS Tricks.
Because there are so damned many to remember.
Santo, the Mexican Wrestling Superhero.
Scans of a 50’s fotonovella. Pure Genius. (via)
How To Get A Human On The Phone.
If this all works, that’s some COOL information. I hate IVRs.
Typetester
Compare text on-screen in a browser, based on your currently installed fonts. Nice.
I’m going to be boring here for a while, folks, because I’m juggling about 50 projects at once. The kitchen has been moved back three weeks due to some discussion about the cabinet color. I’ll have more on all that later, because right now I’m too swamped to sit still.
By the way, for all you comment spammers out there: Comments on posts more than a few days old have all been turned off. You may bite me.
Yesterday B. the electrician was at the house for a full day, wiring the hallway, dining room, and upstairs bedroom into the panel. Feel that rumbling underneath your feet? That’s the earth shifting on its axis. He installed two work lights in the hallway so that the switch actually lights something, until such time as we can stop to breathe and pick out lights to install. They also highlight the imperfections in the cieling that I didn’t catch when I was mudding and sanding it…swell. Apparently the hideous chandelier in the dining room—the one that features a pull string for a switch—is actually wired to the dimmer switch on the wall, but the wires were cut at some point and they never did anything with it. The mysteries of this house continue to confound me. B. also pulled the legacy plug hanging from the baseboard in the guest bedroom so that I can install the cable/ethernet/phone jack in there, and he’ll do the one in the front bedroom when he returns for the kitchen rough-in.
On that front, Jen and I stopped in a local counter-and-floor showroom and looked through displays of floor tile on Saturday. The choices were at the same time overwhelming and unsatisfying. Too much foo-foo “fancy” tile, which either is produced to look “rustic” (usually meaning it has a rough, beveled edge, like it’s been worn away by years of use) and looks cheap, or suffers from a printed surface (when examined closely, one can see the dot-pattern that makes up the color) which I’d wager would wear off in about two years of medium-duty use. We left the store without finding what we were looking for for either the counter or the floor, but we had a better idea of what we were looking for.
As a proof of concept, I decided to introduce our tarpaper-covered floor to Mr. Hand Planer, on the advice of our friend Mark, who I now owe several strong martinis. I got a Bosch planer from the local rental center and pulled up about five square feet of tarpaper in five minutes, until one of the thin, hand-crafted German blades snapped. The rental center exchanged that one for a Hitachi model which suffered from a frozen adjustment knob (meaning it was set permanently for a depth of about 1/8″, or a quarter of the depth of the wood) which made it unusable. Pissed, I charged a new Hitachi and pack of blades to the HELOC account, and in about 2 hours had roughly one-third of the floor stripped. Once I can get a solid day blocked out (and the cabinets are finally gone), I’ll be able to plane the rest of the floor, run a medium-grit sanding drum over the whole thing, and we can stain/polyurethane it in preparaion for cabinet install—maybe a little more work than underlayment and tile, but the result will be so much better.
(I’d show you a picture, but I can’t find my camera-to-USB cord anywhere, and I have no way of getting the pictures off my camera right now.)
One of my co-workers, a guy who wears crisp button-down shirts and slacks every day, drove in his custom Chevy yesterday. He’s had it since he was in college (20+ years) and it’s absolutely cherry. I can’t say I like the colors all that much, but the car itself is beautiful to look at.