J from statefarm
When I was down in Portland I was texting Jake, told him I was in town. I hadn't seen him since he was up in Seattle for St. Paddy's day. We talk here and there, send pictures of what we find, or make. He invited me over to cut rocks and hang out. I brought a bottle of wine and we hung out in his garage, he showed me all of his rock working tools. It's just amazing. Rock saws and grinders, polishers, buffers, tumblers, vibratory tumblers. There are tables and stacks and shelves of rocks and slabs and hunks of petwood. He showed me his backyard which is pretty similar. Buckets and piles or rocks from different areas all over oregon and washington.
We went to the store and got more wine, and then hung out in his basement that I think is his mancave, but it's his suite as well. He has all of his lapidary machines and silversmithing stuff in a room down there, boxes and boxes of international stones, cabs he's cut, slabs for later. Just amazing stuff. Probably anything I could ever think of. He's got an huge record collection, he used to DJ, and was a graf writer. He has made lamps out of krylon cans. His whole room is covered in tags and different stickers. We just geeked out over old local hip hop videos and played music back and forth for each other while looking through books he's made.
It reminds me of the scene in step brothers where they're running all over the house doing activities and just super stoked on what they find out the other is in to. I wish I had a better attention span, there was just so much there to take in. I'd like to go back. I like talking to him, he seems to just have life figured out. But you know, turns out I'm not really the best judge of character.
We went to the store and got more wine, and then hung out in his basement that I think is his mancave, but it's his suite as well. He has all of his lapidary machines and silversmithing stuff in a room down there, boxes and boxes of international stones, cabs he's cut, slabs for later. Just amazing stuff. Probably anything I could ever think of. He's got an huge record collection, he used to DJ, and was a graf writer. He has made lamps out of krylon cans. His whole room is covered in tags and different stickers. We just geeked out over old local hip hop videos and played music back and forth for each other while looking through books he's made.
It reminds me of the scene in step brothers where they're running all over the house doing activities and just super stoked on what they find out the other is in to. I wish I had a better attention span, there was just so much there to take in. I'd like to go back. I like talking to him, he seems to just have life figured out. But you know, turns out I'm not really the best judge of character.