Maker Series: Artisanal Firewood
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Now, this, THIS is FUNNY!! Mr. Leun, you have put a smile upon my face!
Cut, split, and burned about half a cord of mesquite last week during the Texas Snowpocalypse, but something was missing. Thanks to this video, I found it. Ya gotta rub the wood with fresh ginger!
Three cords of firewood make a home.
Chuck, the woodchuck that stopped by last spring denned up ‘neath my wood pile. He enjoyed most of the summer, when he wasn’t eating, sunning himself on the support logs on the south side of the stack. He settled in his den, some six feet down, for his long winter’s nap in September. I expect him to wake up in late April.
Lived in several places with fireplaces first 22 years. Never used a one. Had this place built in ’77 sans the fireplace. Haven’t missed it yet.
Grew up with wood burning fire places and spent time in cabins with round belly wood burning stoves. Both are a PITA unless of course you like that kind of thing. For the past 20+/- years I’ve had gas burning logs in my faux fireplace and they too are a PITA, unless of course you like that kind of thing.
Loved the vid though. Tender loving care in the creation of anything inanimate is pure art in its highest form, if you like that kind of thing.
There is nothing funny about the cbc unless you like pissing 1.5 billion a year away on leftist propaganda.
delicious! It outdoes any of my pretentious efforts to create artisanal, indigenous, locally sourced non-fossil carbon neutral fuel. Who knew the CBC could ever create something funny and self aware?
I’ve mused for years putting a marginal ad towards the back of the New Yorker featuring me in wire rim glasses and pinstripe overalls touting “Pampered Pup® Adirondack Dog Furniture”
The Canadian crafter of artisanal firewood sources his timber from a well-known Canadian lumberjack:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tFJQ-LIAkI&ab_channel=SketchiT
Are you REALLY sure this is satire? It is from Canadia ya kno.
James O’Neil:
Perhaps then, you, of all people in the world, can can tell us, so that we finally know:
Just exactly how much wood can a woodchuck…
(I just can’t finish… 😉 )
JWM
PA cat beat me to it!
Ohh OOO OhhhHHHH… IIIIIII’m a lumberjack and I’m Oakahhhhhyyy.
The ginger-rubbed wood looks amazing! I was only smirking up until that point, then i woke the college kid with the guffaws. Thanks, Gerard!
Gerard, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!!!!
That was priceless!!
It was really well done. Watching that scene with the little snips taking that “perfect” snip was pure gold, and I actually half-choked taking a sip of water at that point.
It felt so good to laugh out loud.
We use only artisanal firewood for our carbon neutral home and will only purchase it from a local craftsman who delivers it to us in his solar panel charged Tesla.