Bright Ideas

Oooook, so that was quite the hiatus.
I'm back in school (final year of my Master's in Architecture program!) and rather busy.

But one of the classes I'm taking now is WoodWorking, which I love love love.


That said, I'm attaching some progress shots of one of those projects (with imaginary-person commentary):

"Why, look. An unassuming little cube which has been cut in two and has a hole in it. Ho-hum."

"Ok, so this weird cube also has funny cuts on one side. Whatever."

"What?? It's a light! Oh my gosh, that's the best WoodWorking project I've ever seen!"

Actually right now it reminds me of an egg slicer:

But I'm not done with it yet ...

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1,000 Uses For 1,000 Words

A recent discovery of this artistic recycling trend has me wishing I had some expendable books in my collection.

People do some pretty cool things with their old tomes, and my brain-wheels are turning now ...

'Book' bookshelves are popular, and some of my favorites. (above from Design Squish)
An iPod carrier (I don't know why you'd want an iPod carrier ... But you could put anything in there, really) Courtesy of Unplggd.com

Books can be planting pots Sculptures Even lighting fixtures (called 'Boeklampen')

Or cool bags! (top from tanyadennisbooks.com, bottom courtesy of OhMySoCute .com)

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It wasn't long before I was eyeing my trashiest paperbacks with malicious intent.

On the chopping block:

The one on the left was an emergency 'I ran out of books to read and have an 8 hour flight' airport grab. The other two were both found abandoned in classrooms at school; I was pretty excited about their covers, so I nabbed 'em.

Just to test the waters, I decided to give poor long-haired, silk-shirted Sebastian a little taste of my drill.

(insert maniacal evil laughter here)

He didn't like it.

But I DID.

Actually, it was really really really seriously fun (my Dad used to be a librarian ... I have a psychological conflict regarding proper book treatment).

Except I'd really been hoping for a cleaner cut. Still, the brain-wheels will keep turning. I think maybe I just need to take a saw to Sebastian.

(Insert ominous 'Dun, dun, duuuuuuunn' here)