Tool Time
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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About 35 years ago the grocery store I worked at as a teen started selling tools. Buffalo Tools. Made in China. I swear they were chrome plated pot metal. They were dirt cheap junk and people bought the hell out of them. I have stuck with Craftsman tools forever, although I can barely work on a car any longer, just the old truck.
Everything snake said.
Just today the big brown amazon truck showed up with socket organizers for some of the bazillion craftsman sockets I have. I am SO tired of trying to find the one I need and I finally decided to try to get some organization going on. Simple plastic devices, red for SAE and blue for Metric, 1/4″, 1/2″ and 3/4″, standard and deep. I haven’t set them up yet but I’m feeling better already. They’ll work nice in one of my top box drawers. Now I’m looking for a way to organize all my wrenches and screwdrivers. I don’t care for most of the wrench brackets I’ve seen cause they take 2 hands to extract a wrench. When my hands are greasy and I need a wrench NOW that bracket thing will go flying.
Thinking about taking a 3′ length of 4″x4″ cedar left over from a project, route some nice edges on it then drill a series of 1-1/4″ holes down the length of the top so the screwdriver handles can be inserted so that I can see the points, rub some Johnson’s paste wax on it to keep it purty. Craftsman blue are phillips and red are straight. And it can sit to the rear of one side or the other on the workbench. 3′ is probably way too short now that I’m thinking about it. Maybe I’ll go the full 8′ length of the workbench and if I don’t have enough screwdrivers the “spiders” can live in the rest.
Good tools are expensive but what’s that saying?
Buy good stuff and cry once, buy bad stuff and cry twice.
“spiders” is how you keep females out of your clubhouse
Long, long ago while travelling I badly needed a hand drill. I found a local swap meet and the tool seller there had two types: a Chinese knockoff for $5.00 or a Stanley for $11.99.
Since I only needed it for one essential repair job, and since I was very low on cash, I bought the Chinese tool. Naturally the thing broke, halfway through my project. The chuck had disintegrated.
As I was still in town, I went back to the swapmeet, where the seller laughed when I asked him about a warranty: just return it to China, he said, and he was sure they’d give me a brand new one! He reminded me that the Stanley did have a warranty, and that he still had them in stock. He wouldn’t take even a dollar off the price. I was furious, but was in a bind, so I had to buy the Stanley for full price (which my son now has, and which still works perfectly.)
He said that the lesson I had learned was worth far more than I’d paid.
He was right, although it took me a long time to realize it!
Bah. I’ve been using a set of HF deep impact sockets in my business for 20 years and have never broken one. At less than $20.00 they have been a real bargin. Actually just bought a brand new SAE and metric set from them. The best manual knife sharpener I have came from HF 15 years ago for $4.00 Grinder discs there are a great buy. I’d never buy a screwdriver from them or a pair of pliers but all in all I love HF. I’m just careful with what I buy.
Harbor Freight. LOL
I spent a week there one day.
Have never come out of that place with less than a $300 lighter ass pocket.
It’s like a dood’s christmas in there.
Having said all that, my craftsman socket sets probably cost less than $20 way back when I bought em in the 70’s. I’ve heard they have a lifetime warranty but have never needed to use it nor have I ever heard of anyone using it. I drive my tools pretty hard, after all they ARE tools, but rarely have I broken any.
Now I’m gonna step on some toes. HARD!
I’m a strong advocate of Ryobi 18V tools and have about 30 of them.
The old blue ones mostly, but a couple green ones in the past couple years.
Bought my first Ryobi around 1998 – a VSR 3/8 drill and flashlight combo.
Also been switching to the new LI batteries as all my old ones have died gradually.
I had about 15 of the old batts.
Now I have 4 of the 4hr models and all are charged all the time and ready to work.
I’ve never had any problems with Ryobi tools except for the fact the only brick n mortar stores that carry them are Home Depot and the closest one now is about an hour away.
Let the fistfighting begin.
PS, I’ve taken old Ryobi batteries and chargers and hybrided them with other manuf batteries and chargers to keep all my cordless tools working. Example: I had a small Black n Decker blower and both batteries failed. Using the socket off a blown Ryobi charger and a dead battery from the B&D blower I cobbled a connector that allows me to power the B&D with a Ryobi battery. Also did that with a Milwaukee recip saw and a Northern Ind 16″ chainsaw.
Weerdest thing. I hang onto broken junk for years thinking someday I’ll find a use for it, then after 10+ years of always moving the broken junk out of the way one more time I toss it and the very next day I find a use for it. I need a 5000 sf building just for all the stuff I don’t want to throw away!
Horrible Freight
I have the set of Buffalo non-metric wrenches bought in 1981 at Food Barn in Lawrence, KS when I was a poor college student for the second time. Used those wrenches to keep several cars on the road. Have never broken one and they are still in my tool box. Almost all of my metric wrenches are later models and Craftsman. I have replaced water pumps and alternators with my Buffalo wrenches. Pulled the oil plug and changed the oil a bunch of times. My socket set I got in high school in 1968 from Western Auto is a Westline set that came in a green plastic box. I finally retired the green box and they are now in my Craftsman roll around toolbox. Still my main 3/8 ratchet handle. I need to change out the starter in the Jeep. If I don’t use the old Westline sockets I’ll probably use the old Buffalo wrenches.
Those starter shims can be murder.
You get everything lined up properly, pull one of the drifts out and grab a bolt, start to twist it in the hole and it just spins and spins. Pull the bolt, look in the hole….DAM. The shim shifted again while reaching for the bolt.
Larry, you got lucky. The key to quality in manufacturing is to start with a good design, then manufacture whatever it is with minimized variability in materials, processes and equipment. Not unlike making precision hand loaded ammunition. Buffalo probably had a good design, but how hard is it to copy a Craftsman wrench? Without doubt they had variations in the quality of metal they used, their tempering or forging process, etc. You cannot test quality into a product. Sounds like you got lucky with your set of tools. There is a difference between using tools to work on a bicycle and hammering a wrench to loosen some old bolts off a spring guard shocks. I know from working at the store, the number of folks bringing the junk back in for refund.
Years ago I worked as a dozer pimp for a guy piling brush with a D-6 Cat. For some reason we had to drop the oil pan there in the woods one day (replaced a gasket, I think) and had to take off a large number of bolts with, I believe 1 1/4″ or 1 1/2″ heads. Of course a number were locked on tighter than Toby’s hat band, and that required a pretty big cheater. And of course we broke a socket (better than the bolt). It was a Craftsman and so we headed to town to get another. The guy at Sears looked at us a little askance, but didn’t question us. Just got the socket and bid us a good day.
Them Caterpillar bolts can be pretty hard. I bought some Cat 6 pt (hardness) bolts for a rear end ring gear that kept snapping standard bolts off under heavy load. The cats put a cease to it. Presuming the new socket did the trick I wonder what it was that made the old socket fail but not the new one? Seems like the 6 point sockets are stronger than the 12’s, thicker walls I guess, and less likely to slip.
Yeah, I couldn’t say. Sometimes it’s just the way you hold your mouth, I think. We thought the hard part was getting the damn thing off. Getting it back on was a chore. Six bottle jacks and a stout limb for a lever bar. One guy trying to get the bolts started and on while the other leaned on that limb to hold the pan tight to the gasket. In the end we’d of been better off just to get a lowboy and take it to town. I know it would have been a hell of a lot safer
That’s what I ended up doing with my S10 about 5 years ago.
I couldn’t get the old one out.
The engine needed jacked up and I couldn’t get to the mounts.
So I called the wrecker.
They use a “layering” method when constructing these things at the factory.
Install the 1st item, then install the 2nd item over top of the 1st so that if the 1st needs repaired the 2nd must be uninstalled 1st. Etc. etc. I no longer have the patience for such anti-engineering.
I remember changing out starters on mustangs, camaro’s, and a few other vehicles circa 1960’s and 70’s and there was plenty of room and none of this layering nonsense. Remember when hoods didn’t require a prop stick?