Oh, my darlings, I've been remiss. When I started all this pottery business, didn't I promise regular installments of updates and photos? I did, I know. But once I got inside, there I was inside. And what happens inside there doesn't pack too easily into words. I warn my friends that I've gotten very boring these days. I've considered carrying
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That's pretty fucking egregious.
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Most people in the city don't have any PLACE to put a gas kiln. They converted an electric (hence the hybrid) but many gas kilns (as you may know) are about the size of horse stalls.
One more reason to go rural one of these days.
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Rural, yeah. Or buy up a city block and demolish the backs of all of the buildings a la Old Law Farm in "Little, Big".
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It turns out that given a building code of 150 pounds per square foot, some relatively small units are now feasible, but it would still be a nightmare to get them in and out of a walk-up even if the floors survive. A good argument in favor of the Brooklyn house eventually, since the basement is fallow.
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I do hear exciting things about Cone 8. And Cone 6 has been fine so far. Plus, a good bisque kiln is always useful. It's just that I know my tendencies: once I go high-fire, I'll never want to come down again.
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I remember when Dad worked downtown, he'd always see big digs and building demo/reconstructions. Sometimes the excavators would bring out clay. He'd lurk around, get permission to heist some, and then whisk Mom down to the site to check it out and they'd pick up whatever they could carry home. Wonder what kind of treasures you could find in the great below.
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Does your mom have an email? What's your dad's?
Thanks for this. Just when I thought the flame of my obsession couldn't get any higher.
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typically they veto anything at all unusual on principle, unless your willing ot throw buckets of money at it.
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