No! A potter's best friend is not a dog. It's a hammer! I keep one handy above my wheel. Might as well put it out of it's misery before it gets out there and further pollutes the world. Well, the butt scratchin' is over and it is time to play some rock and roll. I know the music but I have forgotten all the words since they were written for a high pitched Cone 10 voice and now I have to sing low down around Cone 1. Sheila got me a brand new birch chair from Ikea for $9 so I can sit there and stare out the window at the trains until a vision comes to me. I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of them. I keep hoping the ghost of my Uncle Jimmie would drop in and talk to me about this low fire stuff. I think he knows I'm afraid of ghosts so he stays away.
I keep telling the students that pressure makes diamonds so we'll see what we will have in couple of months. I think for the first month or so the hammer will have it's work cut out for her. Ya, the hammer is female. She answers
to the name "The Destroyer!"
Comments
that's a sweet little $9 chair!
Don't be a-scairt of that low fire, yoiu can do it!
There is a chance we might stop to see you on our return from Toronto on Feb. 19. I'll be in touch about that.
Marv Bjurlin