If there’s one thing a man needs in his life it is to feel like he’s the master of his own universe. Maybe he’s not the emperor of half of Europe or the CEO of some multinational corporation. Maybe his universe is a little smaller than that. If he can’t control anything else in the world then perhaps at least he can control the nobs on his own barbecue.
Ahh yes! The master of turning raw flesh into charcoal, that’s him.
“Step back, kids. This is man’s work. Is your mom sure she doesn’t want...
Here's what our clear glaze looks like when it's underfired.
As you might have heard, we've been having kiln problems this week. I've replaced the relays and thermocouple, I've tested all of the elements, run diagnostics, emptied the kiln, and test fired it, and after all of this, we think we've found the problem.
The kiln god is pissed off.
We're pretty certain that it heads the kiln union, but it's ambiguous because it communicates via pyrometric cone. That's not a terribly articulate form of communication. It's like a semaphore, but instead of using flags, you use melted...
These Goth Chickens of ours, Silky Rooster, Raven Chicken and the twins Desdemona and Ophelia Chicken, they've settled into pastoral country life quite well, I think, considering they're famous rockstar chickens and all. They're used to the bright lights of the city, the fancy cars glinting with chrome, the staccato flashes from the paparazzi, and all the rest of the pyrotechnics that come with living the glamorous life.
I'll bet they never imagined themselves starring prominently in some Kootenay folk art tableau.
Shprixieland lies at a crossroads of rural practicality and art dreams.
Magic realism scintillates in the air and tickles your nose with its sweet and subtly euphoric scent. The atmosphere feels a bit thin around here, and it can leave you feeling a little lightheaded, but that’s just because we’re in such close proximity to the event horizon of fantasy.
Ideas are often very fluid. The multiverse is animate in the creative spirit, with all infinite possibilities alive before us simultaneously. In this nebula of imagination, intentions blend with flashes of chance, and they coalesce. In observing...
So, you know how aliens use flying saucers, right? Well, a saucer is a little dish that is used under a teacup. And who makes teacups and dishes?
You guessed it! Potters make them.
So if aliens came to this planet in something that potters make, then the obvious conclusion would be that, yes, potters are aliens.
Oh sure, you scoff, but think about this for a second. Potters arrived here at least 20,000 years ago (as evidenced by pottery shards discovered in China). They found a planet experiencing an ice age whose crust was 59% silica (the main component of...