Showing posts with label old books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old books. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Six Boxes and Two Bits




Remember these boxes from a while ago?

Well. The other day I was talking to Dad, and mentioned that I wanted to hang these up on my wall. He said that he had New Year's day off, and that he could help me hang them up.

Bright and early this New Year's morning, that's exactly what we did. :D


So basically, I drilled the holes in the boxes (most of them, anyway), Dad made the boxes level and attached them to the walls. My walls are plaster and lathe as opposed to drywall, so that made them easier to drill in. Or something. I am woefully un-knowledgeable about building and attaching things. 


We staggered the boxes and left 6" between them so the explosives labels can still be seen. 


Sorry for the funny angles, by the way...my room is shaped like a fat L, and the shelves are in a cubby-like area with three walls and if I stand with my back to the other wall, you can't see all the shelves in one picture. Sigh.

(Yeah, that's my Manvotional book from the Art of Manliness website sitting next to my Hornblower collection. Deal with it. XD)


And the finished product!

All of my large/extra long books are on one of the little bookshelves on the floor, and the upper shelf can hold some more should I need the space. Grammie sent a TON of old books over in a box that I need to go through and decide what to keep...plus I have some classics in the living room. I'm a little afraid to pile the books on too heavily, but for now it looks great and has no sign of giving way.

Now I just hope that I don't move in the near future, because I wouldn't want to have to take these down and re-attach them to a wall somewhere else. Just sayin'. XD

I have two boxes left, and one of them was a lid of some sort because it has the 'Atlas Powder Co.' on the back (top?) and says 'This Side Up'. I think it would look really cool as a little table top or something. But that's another project for another day.

Oh! The title means that we went through two bits drilling holes. They were literally smoking towards the end and the smaller one was pretty well shot. But it worked!

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

A Medical Find

A medical book find, that is.

But first, the latest owl image!


Good thing I have a really nice lens, because this was at least a few hundred feet away and the moment I took two steps in his direction he took off again. Sigh. 

He was fluffing himself right there -- owls are so adorable. (As long as you don't look at their fearsome talons.)

But on to the book! 

Today Mom and I were setting up Grammie's Christmas tree, and after it was all decorated and pretty-looking I started digging at a stack of old books on the heater next to the wall. One was filled with home kits and stuff from the early 1900s (that was cool in itself), and the other was this massive tome called 'Medicology'.


It's 10 books in one, and freakishly huge -- I'd hazard a guess at the thickness being at LEAST 6 inches. And it's filled with quaint words and phrasings, medical terminologies, house building (!), sanitation, herbal/natural remedies (which include belladonna, hemlock, and nightshade in small doses so take it with a grain of salt--not literally, of course), marriage guidelines, exercise, EVERYTHING. It's weirdly thorough, and used to belong to my great-grandma (my grandpa's mom, I think). Apparently she relied on it all the time for the kid's ailments and such.


I love old books like these. They're so serious and quaint and fantastic.


Oh! Storytime! I was innocently flipping through and came across a series of plates with bodybuilders! Totally not what I was expecting. All I gotta say is that the guys back then took their exercise quite seriously. Man.


Lovely illustrations of arteries and muscles and veins and nerves...I'd rather read this book than my modern medical dictionary. That thing has pictures of freaky afflictions on every other page. I can't read it without bracing a little beforehand.

Oh! Before I continue: the next bit is the very first page I flipped to when I picked the book up for the first time. It cracked me up.


I mean--this--where do I even begin?? And then it goes off on a tangent about the terrible state of privies and 'closets' and the reason women are constipated is because of the deplorable state of said privies.

Maybe I just have a weird sense of humor...but I find this freaking hilarious. It kinda set the pace for the rest of the book for me.

I'm going to enjoy reading the rest of this book, that's all there is to it.

Monday, July 2, 2012

An Early Birthday Present

A VERY early one at that. *peers off at October*

For the uninformed, I've been noodling around on guitar for a couple of years. I picked it up ages ago, learned a handful of chords, lost interest, and picked it up again a few months ago. This time, I CAN'T lose interest because (1) my brother is going to college and I'm going to have to start playing rhythm guitar for church, and (2) my brother is going to college and I need to learn as much guitar from him as I possibly can in the next 6 weeks. O.o

So can you guess what my present is?


Ta-daaa! Isn't she purty? The top is spruce, with rosewood for the fretboard, sides, back, and head. And it plays like a dream. 


Mom and Dad got it in Georgia during their drive back from Florida a few weeks ago. And the reason I got it now instead of later is twofold: since mein brochters are leaving in 4-6 weeks, we all won't be together to celebrate our respective birthdays. So we all 'celebrated' last week.

And I don't think my dad could have handled waiting another 3 months to actually give it to me. ;)


I love how the sides have a glossy finish, and the neck has a matte-style finish.


So yes. There's the big birthday present...I've been playing quite a bit lately because of it. *holds up aching fingers*

(The next birthday present to me from me will hopefully be a saddle. An Aussie saddle. Because they're stinkin cool.)

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And here's a picture from yesterday while grazing the horse. I liked the sunflare. XD

Concerning the last post, I've decided that this quote explains what I have to do rather well:
"Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held up in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.
The Hobbit, 'Riddles in the Dark'
Bilbo is my hero. Just sayin'.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Some more projects

I think I mentioned in passing the other day something about some other projects I've been working on...well, new pictures haven't been taken but that's okay. You can still see what they are without a total visual revamp.

Last weekend there was a city-wide garage sale (so I heard, anyway, but I only saw 2 in my ride around town), so I stopped and grabbed this dress that caught my eye. It's simultaneously huge and, while technically not hideous, it's not flattering at all on me. (Hence no pictures of THAT.)

 (This is the front.)

The woman I bought it from says she used it for an angel costume. I just thought it looked interesting and repurpose-worthy.


There's crocheted stuff all around the bottom of the skirt, along with around the sleeves. I'll figure out a way to incorporate it somehow.

The back has this long train with a faux bustle-type thingy--interesting insofar as figuring out how bustles are made, but thoroughly unflattering when actually worn. 

Thus far I've dismantled the entire thing--the skirt was so long that I was able to separate it into two sections horizontally, and the bottom section is so large that I can wrap it, doubled, around myself twice. I have plans for some bloomers...a slip/shift...something along those lines. 

The bodice had a green velvet lace-up thing on the inside, but it was unsalvageable. The outside of the bodice could be worn backwards like a cropped vest, as long as one doesn't mind having a forest of lace ruffles on the back. And the sleeves might be able to be reused...I don't know. So far, I plan on using every bit in one way or another whether it be in clothing or even quilting fabric. This stuff seems pretty versatile (it's made from a heavy cotton overlayed with lots and LOTS of lace).

It's currently lying in a heap on the edge of the piano. But it WILL be used.

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And the other project! I've wanted to make one of these forever, but preferred teetering on the edge instead of plunging forth and DOING it. (Partially because I didn't have a suitable book.) But now it's done (mostly), and here are the fruits of my labor.

It just looks like a normal book, right? Well, that's the idea anyway.

Ta-da! It's a book safe! Originally it was going to be a normal rectangular hole, but while planning out the dimensions of the inside I remembered that I didn't have a place to put my iPod (I'm forever putting it down and forgetting what I did with it). So here's the solution.

Am I the only one who cracks up at the 'Best of luck, old boy!' quote in the middle?

The little half-moon thing is a finger hole so I can pull it out without turning the entire thing over. The circular hole is for a magnet (I have one, but am not sure how to insert it). And the rectangle at the bottom is for cords and a pair of earbuds (if my pair ever shows up again).

I used the tutorial over at the Art of Manliness website (minus the green felt) with some inspiration from various tutorials on Instructables and looking at pictures of other people's book safes.

I used the book 'Memoirs of an Infantry Officer' because it's supremely dull and probably would have been donated if I hadn't saved it. It's a blah book but it makes a great safe. (I do love books. But boring ones have other uses besides being read.)

So there 'tis. That's what I've been up to, more or less, when not working etc. Here's to more creativity!

Friday, May 25, 2012

Screwtape Letters Quotes

I was looking for a quote today from The Screwtape Letters to illustrate a point I wanted to make in a conversation. I didn't find the quote I was looking for, but here's a plethora of others that are just as good.

(For the uninformed, The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis is a collection of 'letters' between a demon named Screwtape and his 'nephew' (lower demon, I guess) named Wormwood. The book covers the human condition and spiritual warfare as seen from a demon's POV. They refer to the humans in the book as a 'patient', the devil as 'Our Father', and God as 'The Enemy'. It's a very chilling way to look at humanity.)

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“It should be (but it is not) unnecessary to add that a belief in angels, whether good or evil, does not mean a belief in either as they are represented in art and literature. Devils are depicted with bats’ wings and good angels with birds’ wings not because anyone holds that moral deterioration would be likely to turn feathers into membrane, but because most men like birds better than bats. They are given wings at all in order to suggest the swiftness of unimpeded intellectual energy. They are given human form because man is the only rational creature we know. Creatures higher in the natural order than ourselves, either incorporeal or animating bodies of a sort we cannot experience, must be represented symbolically if they are to be represented at all.” — VIII (Preface)

“Do what you will, there is going to be some benevolence, as well as some malice, in your patient’s soul. The great thing is to direct the malice to his immediate neighbours whom he meets every day and to thrust his benevolence out to the remote circumference, to people he does not know. The malice thus become wholly real and the benevolence largely imaginary.” — P.31

“Never forget that when we are dealing with any pleasure in its healthy and normal and satisfying form, we are, in a sense, on the Enemy’s ground. I know we have won many a soul through pleasure. All the same, it is His invention, not ours. He made all the pleasures: all our research so far has not enabled us to produce one. All we can do is to encourage the humans to take pleasures which our Enemy has produced, at times, or in ways, or in degrees, which He has forbidden. Hence we always try to work away from the natural condition of any pleasure to that in which it is least natural, least redolent of its Maker, and least pleasurable.” — P.41-42

“Talk to him about ‘moderation in all things.’ If you can once get him to the point of thinking that ‘religion is all very well up to a point,’ you can feel quite happy about his soul.” — P.43

“Humour is for them the all-consoling and (mark this) the all-excusing, grace of life. Hence, it is invaluable as a means of destroying shame. If a man simply lets others pay for him, he is ‘mean,’ but if he boasts of it in a jocular manner and twits his fellows with having been scored off, he is no longer ‘mean’ but a comical fellow. Mere cowardice is shameful; cowardice boasted of with humourous exaggerations and grotesque gestures can be passed off as funny. Cruelty is shameful — unless the cruel man can represent it as a practical joke. A thousand bawdy, or even blasphemous, jokes do not help towards a man’s damnation so much as his discovery that almost anything he wants to do can be done, not only without the disapproval but with the admiration of his fellows, if only it can get itself treated as a Joke.” — P.51-52

“I would make it a rule to eradicate from my patient any strong personal taste which is not actually a sin, even if it is something quite trivial such as a fondness for country cricket or collecting stamps or drinking cocoa. Such things, I grant you, have nothing of virtue in them, but there is a sort of innocence and humility and self-forgetfulness about them which I distrust. The man who truly and disinterestedly enjoys any one thing in the world, for its own sake, and without caring twopence what other people say about it, by that very fact forearmed against some of our subtlest modes of attack. You should always try to make the patient abandon the people or food or books he really likes in favour of the ‘best’ people, the ‘right’ food, the ‘important’ books. I have known a human defended from strong temptations to social ambition by a still stronger taste for tripe and onions.” — P.60

“My dear Wormwood, the most alarming thing in your last account of the patient is that he is making none of those confident resolutions which marked his original conversion. No more lavish promises of perpetual virtue, I gather; not even the expectation of an endowment of ‘grace’ for life, but only a hope for the daily and hourly pittance to meet the daily and hourly temptation! This is very bad.” — P.62

“The Enemy’s demand on humans takes the form of a dilemma; either complete abstinence or unmitigated monogamy. Every since Our Father’s first great victory, we have rendered the former very difficult to them. The latter, for the last few centuries, we have been closing up as a way of escape. We have done this through the poets and novelists by persuading the humans that a curious, and usually short-lived, experience which they call ‘being in love’ is the only respectable ground for marriage; that marriage can, and ought to, render this excitement permanent; and that a marriage which does not do so is no longer binding.” — P.81

“The sense of ownership in general is always to be encouraged. The humans are always putting up claims to ownership which sound equally funny in Heaven and in Hell, and we must keep them doing so. Much of the modern resistance to chastity comes from men’s belief that they ‘own’ their bodies — those vast and perilous estates, pulsating with the energy that made the worlds, in which they find themselves without their consent and from which they are ejected at the pleasure of Another! It is as if a royal child whom his father has placed, for love’s sake, in titular command of some great province, under the real rule of wise counselors, should come to fancy that he really owns the cities, the forests, and the corn, in the same way as he owns the bricks on the nursery floor.” — P.97-98

“There are things for humans to do all day long without His minding in the least — sleeping, washing, eating, drinking, making love, playing, praying, working. Everything has to be twisted before it’s any use to us. We fight under cruel disadvantages. Nothing is naturally on our side…” — P.102

“We must first make (Jesus) solely a teacher, and then conceal the very substantial agreement between his teachings and those of all other great moral teachers. For humans must not be allowed to notice that all great moralists are sent by the Enemy, not to inform men, but to remind them, to restate the primeval moral platitudes against our continual concealment of them.” — P.107

“On the other hand we do want, and want very much, to make men treat Christianity as a means; preferably, of course, as a means of their own advancement, but, failing that, as a means to do anything — even to social justice. The thing to do is to get a man at first to value social justice as a thing which the Enemy demands, and then work him on to the stage at which he values Christianity because it may produce social justice. For the Enemy will not be used as a convenience.” — P.108-109

“The Enemy loves platitudes. Of a proposed course of action He wants men, so far as I can see, to ask very simple questions: Is it righteous? Is it prudent? Is it possible? Now, if we can keep men asking: ‘Is it in accordance with the general movement of our time? Is it progressive or reactionary? Is this the way that History is going?’ They will neglect the relevant questions. And the questions they do ask are, of course, unanswerable; for they do not know the future, and what the future will be depends very largely on just those choices which they now invoke the future to help make.” — P.118

“This, indeed, is probably on the Enemy’s motives for creating a dangerous world — a world in which moral issues really come to the point. He sees as well as you do that courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point, which means, at the point of highest reality. A chastity or honesty which yields to danger will be chaste or honest or merciful only on conditions. Pilate was merciful until it became risky.” — P.138

“No man who says I’m as good as you believes it. He would not say it if he did. The St. Bernard never says it to the toy dog, nor the scholar to the dunce, nor the employable to the bum, nor the pretty woman to the plain. The claim to equality, outside the strictly political field, is made only by those who feel themselves to be in some way inferior. What it expresses is precisely the itching, smarting, writhing awareness of an inferiority that the patient refuses to accept. And therefore resents.” — P.163

“You remember how one of the Greek Dictators (they called them ‘tyrants’ then) sent an envoy to another Dictator to ask his advice about the principles of government. The second Dictator led the envoy to a field of grain, and then snicked off with his cane the top of every stalk that rose an inch or so above the general level. The moral was plain. Allow no preeminence among your subjects. Let no man live who is wiser or better or more famous or even handsomer than the mass. Cut them all down to a level: all slaves, all ciphers, all nobodies. All equals. Thus Tyrants could practise, in a sense, ‘democracy.’ But now ‘democracy’ can do the same work without any tyranny other than her own. No one need now go through the field with a cane. The little stalks will now of themselves bite the tops off the big ones.” — P.165 
 
 

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens...

I almost broke out into song there thinking of a title for this post...consider yourself fortunate that I refrained. The initial idea was thinking of things of the favorite variety--namely old books and interesting clothing. I managed to acquire both during last weekend's trip to Florida. So without any further ado...

...zee book!

I'm about halfway through it and highly enjoying it thus far. The man who compiled it had been collecting letters since he was a kid in 1915, and published this book in 1940. It is a whittled-down compilation, the 'cream of the crop' of great letters written from 334 BC (Alexander the Great to King Darius III) to 1937 (Thomas Mann Indicts the Hitler Regime for its Secret and Open Crimes). I've left off at a letter by Charles Dickens telling his wife that their infant daughter has died.

They run the gamut from love letters, to angry letters, to letters of war, to letters between friends, to letters between enemies, to letters of supplication and pardon, etc. And believe me when I say that it's really quite fascinating--I get all inspired to write letters again. Meaningful ones, that is--not just talking about the weather and one's health. :p

I love the look of old books. Gah.

And now, moving on to the dress...I acquired it in a thrift store for $4 (it was 50% off) and it's very unlike the dresses I normally wear. But I needs to branch out in adventuresome wardrobe-ness. O.e

Ees a halter-top with a cotton uneven skirt thing--it's sewn in squares, but on an angle so that they look like diagonals. The resulting effect is an uneven hemline that I've come to like very much.

This picture is also known as 'I have a terrible farmer's tan'. But I digress. 

Having been invited to a concert tonight, I decided to go all out and wear this to said concert. I never dress up and hardly ever wear jewelry (mostly because I don't think about it), so this is a perfect opportunity to do so. Mwahaha. Good night all...