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Tuesday, 01 December 2020


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had the name twice .....they are called coverplates.

I must have missed an episode. I thought you had a pool table waiting for you in Wisconsin.

You're focused on the absence of a pool table, but that shed right now is filled to the brim with potential and possibilities, ambition and anticipation. I hope you're taking a minute to enjoy that once in a while. Things have a way of working out. But if you get very impatient, why not a print sale? Or live remote critiques? In the meantime, shouldn't all the shelves and other fixtures go in first?

Good luck!

They're simply called coverplates. Look into the used pool table possibilities. Those things depreciate faster than a car.

I suggest a dartboard instead of the pool table, it would be a lot cheaper and fulfil the same function. I am sure even a top flight set of arrows can’t be more pricey than pool cues. ;).

Your pool table may be like my current object of desire: the Q2 Monochrom. I constantly tell myself that yes, it represents a splendid solution to photographic block - because, largely, of resolution - but that I can't afford it. Which is just myself lying to myself. If by afford, one just means pony up and buy the damned thing, yes, I can certainly afford it. But, I also know that it would actually be just another pointless waste of money when there is no chance of making a financial return with it. Nor any longer with anything else photographic. So I construct these sensible obstacles to myself in order to prevent yet more daft decisions.

Perhaps your pool table is my Leica: possibly fun for a day or three, but then what? Is either one of us a single iota better off from such purchases? Pool tables look cool in pool halls.

Instead, buy a Mustang before they become illegal; at least you could eventually get around the country in it and feel the imaginary romance coursing through your bones. I don't know how you'd feel on that fourth day, though. Lucy Jordan felt pretty pissed off about not driving through Paris in a sports car, the warm wind in her hair. Do a Robert Frank and satisfy your inner cravings; a change of geography does the mind a power of good.


Looks like you are looking for a worthy project to focus on, vs be efficient with resources.

Sounds great.

You could just strap it to the top of your car.

I'm itching to get a new MacBook and still keep my old MacBook Pro because the ol' one has that useful SD card slot and still runs on OS Mojave that supports my Apple Aperture 3.

In short, I'll dedicate that old one for photo/image management, and use the new one for other stuffs that rhymes better with the latest machine and OS.

About dachshunds, one of my neighbour's dog - when on heat - had a much bigger dog as playmate and she gave birth to a dachshund looking pup. Yup, so I conclude that these "sausage dogs" (as we nicknamed them) have a dominant trait.

"Who drives four hours in the car to get a pool table light?"

Who needs a reason to drive four hours in a car?

Ridin' along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole at kiss at the turn of a mile
My curiosity runnin' wild
Cruisin' and playin' the radio
With no particular place to go

Chuck Berry

Mike-It’s the journey...

Oh the mutual history of billiard balls and photography, an explosive tale!

"Who drives four hours in the car to get a pool table light?"

SOMEWHERE west of Laramie there's a bronco-busting, steer roping girl who knows what I’m talking about. She can tell what a sassy pony, that’s a cross between greased lighting and the place where it hits, can do with eleven hundred pounds of steel and action when he's going high, wide and handsome. The truth is - the Playboy was built for her. Built for the lass whose face is brown with the sun when the day is done of revel and romp and race. She loves the cross of the wild and the tame. There's a savor of links about that car - of laughter and lilt and light - a hint of old loves - and saddle and quirt. It’s a brawny thing - yet a graceful thing for the sweep o' the Avenue. Step into the Playboy when the hour grows dull with things gone dead and stale. Then start for the land of real living with the spirit of the lass who rides, lean and rangy, into the red horizon of a Wyoming twilight.

Jordan Motor Car Company
Cleveland, Ohio

Hi Mike. Am I correct in reading you plan to build your own table? As someone who has done so (with my Father's help when I was 17)I wish you all the luck.

Ours turned out pretty well, but it was complicated - the plans we purchased had automatic ball return which doubled the amount of work. I was responsible for finishing the top rail - 12 coats of polyurethane sanded between coats - it was a thing of beauty.

We made two major mistakes which always compromised the table. First, we used cushion rubber from a full size table, and then we doubled down by using full sized pockets - this on a half sized table.

Even with an MDF base (slate not in the budget) the table played pretty true. But the big pockets made play pretty easy - we tried to obviate this a bit by only ever playing snooker - on the basis that the extra balls added to the difficulty.

Anyway, it gave us many hours of pleasure, and me a lifelong love of woodworking. I hope you get as much pleasure from it as I did.

Speed, baby, that goddam safety belt wouldn't budge, wouldn't come off!

Mike, if you do put in one of those tables, you do realise that you've sealed yourself into a situation? Getting the room back will involve yet more expense and thus more overall losses. If, instead, your new room remains efficiently versatile and uncomplicated, the use possibilities are endless. You could start your own magazine and have a ready-made dorm for the new bunnies, or whatever. Learn from history, but preferably not necessarily from mine, which even I don't think of as any great example.

Were I starting today on my own, with a new house or apartment, it would remain clinically empty. Never again matched sofas, but vast spaces for shelves and for shooting distances for the cameras. If there's anything that takes me to the brink of hysteria it's trying to get a big Gitzo with its big legs set up in order to shoot a snap, only to find the legs getting confused with those of a large coffee table, however beautifully made. The very thought of fighting the freakin' furniture has cost me several missed creations because the image in my head of the hassle was too strong for the concept of the photo not shot.

Chasing balls around only makes some athletes rich; for the rest...


Two power outlets together? It's a DSSO: a Double Switched Socket Outlet, at least on the drawing (plans). Just rolls off the tongue...

The ideal companion for a new light - https://us.louisvuitton.com/eng-us/magazine/articles/billiards-2020#

Mike - what is your opinion on the REAL controversy in the world of international billiards - the near extinction of the use of the once ubiquitous black ferrule (that ceramic section just aft of the cue tip)?

Is it a conspiracy by custom cue owners to eliminate the useful contrast of black tip against white cue ball for the hoi polloi? An oversupply of cheap white plastics?

Bring back the black!

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