Question Of The Week... ( 2025 Week 21 )

Back to the question at hand, I think Doug has it correct, just like Lady Gaga, you know it when you see it.

The question then becomes, we weren't born with it so how did we acquire that skill? Some obviously have had training that helped develop that skill, however most here I'd guess haven't.

For me, it wasn't anything I consciously tried to learn, but rather a lifetime of observation, and somewhere in the deep part of my brain something stuck. From the time we were all little kids, there were objects/toys, bicycles, cars, people, furniture, houses, colors, etc that we either loved, hated or were indifferent about. Those observations/feelings over time merged into a personal style.

Speaking of tactile, here is a piece of furniture that has always held a special place. In particular, the spiral on the drop down writing table. I remember as a young kid being fascinated with the spiral and constantly running my finger in the spiral from one end to the other, over and over. I don't know what that says about me, but it is one distinct memory that is tied to a piece of furniture.
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Two points on tactile sensation. Everybody loves running their hands over a nicely smoothed piece of lumber, furniture, etc, but only fellow woodturners stick their fingers into the narrow mouth of vessels to feel around.

The second point is blind wood turners. There aren't many that I know of, but there are a few that are very accomplished/famous turners, with essentially zero eye sight. Their input into the shape of an object is entirely through touch. There is a lesson for all in that.

I don't spend time "caressing" my turnings, but am constantly amazed at what I can feel vs what I see. Touch can sense much more, and anyone who spends much time turning uses their fingers as much or more than their eyes when trying to perfect a curve or a taper.
 
Fingers talk in sanding out walls or trim in construction. A finger run over a drywall joint can spot an air pocket before your eyes ever notice.
I do love a fine finish though, and yes, certain objects do demand touching. I believe that may be why I love desert ironwood carvings. They are often finished to an amazing slick finish.
I have a carved front "mahogany" oriental chest of drawers with an Asian scene on it. The carving drew me before the mahogany.
Love the repeating pattern on that writing desk.
 
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It's like pornography, you know it when you see it.

Edit: weird, when I typed the abbreviated form of that word it changes it to Lady Gaga; but it leaves "pornography" alone.

Kevin did not like the word Lady Gaga used. Felt it attracted wrong attention. I bet system changes it . Just like sh!t gets changed to bat guano

Kevin had intstalled a swear filter, and we added to it over the years because of past foolios on the verge of being banned.
 
Kevin had intstalled a swear filter, and we added to it over the years because of past foolios on the verge of being banned.
Just for the fun if it, you really ought to have a rotating database of substitute words! It's not that Lady Gaga comes up often, but would be more fun if we had a rotating "cast". Maybe even use a database of synonyms from other languages! Think of it as expanding the education of all here. I've always thought that a true intellectual ought to be able to swear in at least three languages.:sarcastic:
 
As the real responses have said, touch seems to be my gauge. We have said this over the years, w are own worse critics. It takes that spouse, friend, customer many times that says “wow” for us to accept.
 
In woodworking, aesthetics is a core design principle that focuses on the visual and tactile qualities of a piece, making it both pleasing and functional.
How do you know when you have achieved that?



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When @Arn213 says he likes it!

And unlike @trc65 - I do caress my turnings and other pieces. The feeling I get by running my fingers over a well sanded, dense hardwood is indescribable. Yes, I'm a whoarder and darned well proud of it. But, that specific tactile sensation is unlike plastic, glass, glossy "paint" or varnish, concrete, cactus, cholla, etc.....
 
When @Arn213 says he likes it!

And unlike @trc65 - I do caress my turnings and other pieces. The feeling I get by running my fingers over a well sanded, dense hardwood is indescribable. Yes, I'm a whoarder and darned well proud of it. But, that specific tactile sensation is unlike plastic, glass, glossy "paint" or varnish, concrete, cactus, cholla, etc.....

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My earlier reply was a little flippant and tested the boundaries of WB policies, but I stand by it still. I think "why" someone likes a particular wood product over another is hard to define. It's also very subjective and personal. Same goes for music, art, sea shells, almost anything. I have a shell collection I started back in the 60's as a kid in Calif, it probably has over a thousand shells in it. While I like them all, anytime I open the drawers to look at my shells, I gravitate to certain ones that for some particular reason are my favorites. When we moved here, my wife and I went to a local furniture store to buy a new dining room table (we gave ours to our daughter). We walked around looking at maybe a dozen or two different tables. Even when we chose the one we bought, there were several of the same design but for some reason we liked this one best. For some we knew why we didn't like it - too heavy, wrong color, too fancy, etc. so maybe it's easier to define why we don't like something. Go to an art show and walk around. Amongst all the interesting art work, you'll find yourself gravitating toward one or two that particularly grab your attention. But when you think about it, it's hard to describe "why" that particular art work attracts you. Even various pieces done in the same style, certain one's will appeal more to you and others won't.
 
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My earlier reply was a little flippant and tested the boundaries of WB policies, but I stand by it still. I think "why" someone likes a particular wood product over another is hard to define. It's also very subjective and personal. Same goes for music, art, sea shells, almost anything. I have a shell collection I started back in the 60's as a kid in Calif, it probably has over a thousand shells in it. While I like them all, anytime I open the drawers to look at my shells, I gravitate to certain ones that for some particular reason are my favorites. When we moved here, my wife and I went to a local furniture store to buy a new dining room table (we gave ours to our daughter). We walked around looking at maybe a dozen or two different tables. Even when we chose the one we bought, there were several of the same design but for some reason we liked this one best. For some we knew why we didn't like it - too heavy, wrong color, too fancy, etc. so maybe it's easier to define why we don't like something. Go to an art show and walk around. Amongst all the interesting art work, you'll find yourself gravitating toward one or two that particularly grab your attention. But when you think about it, it's hard to describe "why" that particular art work attracts you. Even various pieces done in the same style, certain one's will appeal more to you and others won't.
Ya got a conus gloriamaris for sale? I've yearned for one since pre-puberty!

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Ya got a conus gloriamaris for sale? I've yearned for one since pre-puberty!

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I have a couple of them. But I know an auction site where you can get one or a dozen for anywhere from $15 - $200. They're no longer the "golden fleece" they were back then. There are now even more rarer shells to lust over.
 
I have a couple of them. But I know an auction site where you can get one or a dozen for anywhere from $15 - $200. They're no longer the "golden fleece" they were back then. There are now even more rarer shells to lust over.
Ran across a couple of mentions of rarer shells, but could not remember what they were - only remember the Glory of the Sea! Speaking of Golden - I finally obtained a golden cowry - at an antique show of all things. In very good shape, but not very big - but only $2. A friend had it, so gave him more for it - he had no idea.
 
Okay, Li’l Mikey- where do I get museum tickets to see all the different things that you collect and hoard between your house and your officina? Where the hell do you put all this stuff?
 
Ran across a couple of mentions of rarer shells, but could not remember what they were - only remember the Glory of the Sea! Speaking of Golden - I finally obtained a golden cowry - at an antique show of all things. In very good shape, but not very big - but only $2. A friend had it, so gave him more for it - he had no idea.
My choice collectible would be a Fulton's cowrie (barycypraea fultoni) followed closely by a Broderip's cowrie (callistocypraea broderipii). And we've successfully hikacked RipJack's question again. Sorry Marc.
 
Okay, Li’l Mikey- where do I get museum tickets to see all the different things that you collect and hoard between your house and your officina? Where the hell do you put all this stuff?
He's a builder in Nashville, the town that's been the fastest growing for (it seems) decades! That means disposable income the likes of which most of us can't imagine. So, I imagine he keeps all these collectibles in the back house of one of HUGE houses in Belle Meade.
 
He's a builder in Nashville, the town that's been the fastest growing for (it seems) decades! That means disposable income the likes of which most of us can't imagine. So, I imagine he keeps all these collectibles in the back house of one of HUGE houses in Belle Meade.
I need to make a trip to Nashville and serve him adoption papers pronto! Wait, that means I have to eat his style of brisket :ponder::ohno::negative::sarcastic:
 
He's a builder in Nashville, the town that's been the fastest growing for (it seems) decades! That means disposable income the likes of which most of us can't imagine. So, I imagine he keeps all these collectibles in the back house of one of HUGE houses in Belle Meade.

'Whatchoo-talkin'-bout, Willis?'​

Belle Meade you say! It used to be a contradiction of massive proportions - split-personalities bordering on schizophrenia - in it's defense, it may be different now. It definitely had the smell of old money - and there were quite the number living in their estates and manors! They didn't mingle with us non-Vanderbilt pee-ons. However, not many people knew about all the wanna-be's that lived there. When we first got married, to make a little more money, my wife and I would sell ourselves. We would do some babysitting - somehow most often for Belle Meadeites. A few times for the weekend while Moonbeam and Hunter were away from the kids for a weekend somewheres. Old money already had their kids, but the wanna-bes were just having theirs, AND wanted the address/zip code. On so many, they had the big house with the groomed lawn. When you walked in the front door and the opulent entry and turned left, you encountered the nicely appointed dining room. And when you turned right, you encountered the very nicely decorated living room and study. The rest of the house was usually wally-world stuff with bed sheets for window coverings and tupperware in the kitchen. And talk about miserly. We'd be there for 5.5 hours sitting the brats, but they would only pay for the 4 hours they said they would be gone. One vice-president for a bank, was so obnoxious, that when they asked us to do a weekend I kinda went overboard. A weekend meant that I cooked for the brats. I found the expensive steaks, and other expensive goodies, and cooked up a couple of grand feasts. And let's say breakfast wasn't pancakes. We didn't get a call back from them. About then, we got good raises, and wanted to expand wife's antique business so we stopped before we were shot! Had a friend who had a great beard and used to do Santa Clause visits to BM. The stories he would tell, were excruciating to hear!

Funny thing is, I got a phone call from the Belle Meade Country Club (baseball hats are not acceptable attire and will be asked to not enter) to price up a restroom/refreshment/snack (or rather hors d'oeuvres) respite for the back of the golf course. I asked them if they knew where planned to be built is in a flood zone. They didn't and are in process of moving the proposed location. You'd expect better for a place, that I think has $100,000 Initiation fee and a long waiting list to join!

And don't call me a builder! builders eat pork bbq. I may be a low-life, but not that low - I are a contractor!!!! Contractors eat Smoked Brisket
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Just for the fun if it, you really ought to have a rotating database of substitute words! It's not that Lady Gaga comes up often, but would be more fun if we had a rotating "cast". Maybe even use a database of synonyms from other languages! Think of it as expanding the education of all here. I've always thought that a true intellectual ought to be able to swear in at least three languages.:sarcastic:
I love that idea...
lemme see what I can do....
 
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