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Room to meditate

Our typical project takes us anywhere from 4 months to 12 months depending on the complexity and the specifics. Some of the more complex homes we have built have taken up to a year and half to complete. This project was for a non profit which by no surprise had a small budget and an even smaller time frame. We finished today and since ground was broken its been 71/2 weeks. The building will be used for meditation and yoga retreats. They call it the Zendo.

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The first recipe for happiness is: Avoid too lengthy meditation on the past.
Andre Maurois

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4 comments on “Room to meditate

  1. Crystal Jackson
    August 22, 2012

    Hey, could you do me a favor? Could you please take your shoes off (socks on), get a running start and then slide across that entire room? It’s rare to have such a lovely, empty wood floor to glide on. Would be a shame to waste the opportunity.

    Great job, by the way. As always.

    • TOHNER JACKSON
      August 22, 2012

      I remember as a kid being at the Industry Fireman’s Hall after the Harvest festival was over and stripping our shoes off as fast as we could and sliding down the then empty dance floor. Also the hall in which our scout troop raced our prized pinewood derby cars. I remember burying the lead weights deep in the wood in hopes of using gravity and centrifugal force to my advantage. That advantage was taken away when the scout masters got wise and started weighing all of the cars. Ahh memories…

      • Tim Joe
        August 22, 2012

        The Pinewood Derby was the big event of the year, after Scout-a-Rama out at the 4-H Club. That lead trick was so universal that the advantage was questionable. The other hot trick was powdered graphite on the axles. My last year I used so much graphite that my wheels fell off. Pretty embarrassing for a thirty year old Webelo. Or maybe I was twelve, I can’t remember. I still have a picture of me with that car.

        I also have a picture of my eight year old son and me making his pinewood racer out in the garage. But no picture of him in uniform or the car, which is a shame. Mine was a finely crafted replica of some car Elvis drove in one of his movies. My step dad did all the work while I was inside watching Batman on TV. My son’s wasn’t pretty at all, because I didn’t do a damn thing except watch that he didn’t drill a hole in his hand or burn his fingerprints off with the belt sander. But to me his was far more beautiful than mine. He thought so too.

        I always enjoy seeing pictures of your work. While maybe not as rewarding as carefully wrought art created from found objects while drifting like a Kahuna on Vision Quest down an abandoned Pacific Beach, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with collecting a few pictures of dead presidents while putting together work worthy of posting on your Art Blog.

        Thanks,
        tj

  2. TOHNER JACKSON
    August 23, 2012

    Ha, that’s true about the lead they allowed us to use 4 plugs but they had to be visible from the bottom of the car. So say a kid had access to a band saw with a thin kerf blade and sliced that car in half and then drilled out the majority of the inside of the body with a Forster bit then laid as much lead in there as he could. Then carefully glued it back together and sanded the joint hypothetically speaking of course.. Of course too much lead and a short downhill resulted in lots of torque but not a lot of horsepower off the line.

    Kahuna on Vision Quest I love it man.

    Thanks,t

    Sent from my iPad

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