Days-of-47

1987 is considered by many to be one of the most grueling edition of Paris-Roubaix ever. On this day, only 47 of 192 starters would make it to the finish, with a 25-year-old Eric Vanderaerden finishing at the top of the podium. Instead of finishing in the Roubaix Velodrome, the 1987 edition finished on the Avenue des Nations-Unies. Cor Vos

A happy birthday to Eric Vanderaerden, the guy turns 54 today! (picture taken here)

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Countdown Until Jackson Wang Birthday (97 Reasons to Love Him)

Day 47: Michael X Jackson

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1D Hiatus: Day 47

* TMZ releases an article about Briana’s family who registered some domains which names are associated with Briana, Freddie and Louis

* Louis apparently goes to McDonald’s

* Louis gets papped in LA

It’s Jan 29th, 2016.

Sober, 2 years, 5 months, 17 days.
Sober, 3 hours, 47 minutes.  

I got the call in the afternoon.
Tom was in a better place.
He’d passed on. He’d passed away.
He’d arrived at the pearly gates
of whatever heaven he believed in.

But he didn’t do any of those things.
He killed himself.
He wiped out the world.
They lowered him into the plot,
and a part of me fell down with him.

From the urge to replace what I’d lost,
old habits came crawling
out of their retirement homes;
half-demented, half-drunk.

I played my hand,
I went all in;
they took my chips.

2 years, 5 months and 17 days
of collecting milestones 
and end-of-day calendar x’s.
The burning barrel demands
all of it for fuel.
It’s what I deserve.

I haven’t been able to kiss her.
My breath still reeks of betrayal.
To open my mouth;
I might as well bring her the bottle.
—  Secret Series #5: “A couple weeks ago my cousin killed himself, and I went to be with family, but I got drunk one night. And I never told my girlfriend because we’ve both struggled with drinking, and we’re supposed to be recovering together. But everything just felt like too much and I can’t tell her because I’m afraid she’ll relapse.”
and I’ll form the head part 3

I did some rough shaping of the top, I printed out orthographic views to aid me. My main sculpting tool is a curry comb from IFA, and my long drywall hand saw.

I also bought an electric hot knife from Harbor Freight and a hot wire cutter from hot-wire foam factory, but they were small and didn’t give me much at this scale. I tied of the pieces shifting and started to get worried about them not lining up so I brought over the steel frames for the head and jaw. I used the paper patterns to cut a channel in the back of each, the hot knife was very helpful here as the width of the blade matched the size of the steel.

Then i applied the Great Stuff, but not wanting to have the gaps I got when i tried to weigh it down this time I strapped it together.

now it was one piece I went to town with the curry comb.

Repeated the process for the top

I kept refining, I decided that when carving, you take off a bunch, and when you think you’ve taken off enough then take off more, then look at then take off some more. I see a lot of “block” heads in the parades past as people bought a square block of foam then rounded the corners and put a face on the surface. I used the hot-wire cutter to make quick teeth and used skewers and GreatStuff to attach them. I’m going to leave the GreatStuff like gums or gunk stuck between its teeth.

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I’ll admit: when I went to the Days of ‘47 Rodeo in Salt Lake City, I was hoping to have a drink with a Mormon cowgirl.

I was on the outskirts of Salt Lake City just as the “Days of '47” celebration got underway in Utah. It’s a celebration of the Mormon pioneers, who arrived in the state in 1847.  I considered it kismet that I was in Utah during the most Mormon-y time of the year.

Ever since I read Under the Banner of Heaven and saw the PBS documentary on Mormon faith, I’ve been intrigued by the faith. I’m fascinated by the genesis of the religion, mostly–because it is so new, it is  the only major religion which has a clear historical record of its beginnings. We know more about the religion’s creator, Joseph Smith, than we do about any other prominent prophetic figure. really. Plus–Posthumous baptisms. See? Interesting.

So yes, as I sipped my beer in the stands of the rodeo, and looked around for an opportunity to talk to a Mormon girl in a cowboy hat who could wrestle a calf and ride a horse and maybe offer a high-pitched 'heeee-haww!’, because apparently my imagination deals in hackneyed stereotypes.  I wanted to talk about faith, commitment, polygamy and magic underpants. I don’t want to convert–absolutely not, in fact–but I like the idea of better understanding things that other people believe in deeply.  Sadly, the cowgirl drink didn’t happen.

But I was treated to the usual rodeo fare–bull riding, bucking broncos and barrel races in the heart of Utah. And a surprise appearance by some motorcycle daredevils, who may or may not have been Mormon.

I never did have a drink with Mormon* or a cowgirl**, but I did get a chance to look around the state. I could see why Brigham Young and Company decided to stick around.

*if you know a Mormon–cowgirl or otherwise–that would be open to a drink, please drop me a line. It doesn’t have to be booze/coffee.

** Same goes for cowgirls.