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Twenty Eight Feet - Life on a Little Woden Boat by - Kevin Fraser

Dear Lloyd, I made a short documentary about a friend of mine who lives on a small 50 year old boat and is one of if not the happiest person in my life. The movie is short but I think honest and hopefully a little inspiring. The movie has been touring film festivals but just yesterday I was able to upload it online and make it available to the world for free.… Kevin Fraser
 
http://www.kevinafraser.com/

Tiny Homes on the Move Slide Shows/Book Signings in Oregon Next Week

I realize this blog has been a bit sparse lately. Mainly because I'm funneling almost all of the building posts to http://www.theshelterblog.com. Also, it's kinda stressful to get something new up each day PLUS I'm starting to work on our new Stretching pocketbook.
   Next week I'll be in Oregon doing slide shows and book signings for Tiny Homes on the Move
-Portland - Powell's, 1005 West Burnside Street, Wednesday, July 30, 7:30 PM
-Corvallis - Grass Roots Books, 227 SW 2nd St., Thursday, July 31, 7 PM
-Eugene - University of Oregon, Library Browsing Room, 1501 Kincaid, Friday, Aug. 1, 4 PM. We'll be giving out some mini books.
   I'll be posting from Oregon, so things will pick up by next Tuesday (July 29th).

The Devil Made Me Do It the First Time - Billy Joe Shaver

…the second time I done it on my own…
The Devil Made Me Do It the First Time by Billy Joe Shaver on Grooveshark

Around the Homestead


It's raining, not pouring, but hey! It's lovely—highly unusual for us in summer…I finally got our well (for watering garden) going again yesterday. New jet pump, new 80-gallon pressure tank…it's a 15' deep well that we dug with a backhoe in 1980…put 8" pipe with saw kerfs (slits) in middle of hole, filled with rock…1-1/4" pipe goes down inside the 8" pipe…used the soil we dug out to make adobe bricks with a Cinva-Ram, and they form the back wall of our greenhouse…retains heat nicely…corn is 8' high, more vigorous than ever before…I've been collecting seaweed, last week got leafy parts of bull kelp, dried it, and it's really salty and flavorful…I'm a couple of years ahead on firewood…we end up with a lot of pallets from book shipments, and lately they're all heat treated ("HT" stamped on them), meaning they haven't been insecticided, so I cut them up with chainsaw, good addition to oak and euc picked up on road…we just added a new hoop greenhouse from Farmtek…"EZ Build Gro Cold Frame," very simple, quick to put up, metal hoops (a la quonset shape), 10' wide x 14' long x 7' high, UV stabilized flexible woven poly fabric, lasts 10 years…it's really warm, even on overcast days…tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers…

Friday Fish Fry

Swimming After decades, I'm back in the water. My 20+ year competitive running career ended with knees that needed to be preserved for old(er) age. I was swimming from age 4, competitively in high school,  teaching swimming to kids, then surfing, lifeguarding. Still surfing until the 80s, when I got into running. Looking back, I went from the ocean to the mountain—Mt Tamalpais—running its trails, including the Dipsea Race about 15 times.
   Like a dolphin, I'm back in the water, and realize how I've missed it. I'm wet about 5 days of the week now—ocean, lagoon, bay, rivers, ponds, or creeks (waterfalls). I love to swim, especially in beautiful spots, feeling the pull.
   I swam butterfly in high school, was never much of a freestyler—just didn't have the stroke down. Well, in the '90s we started taking our kids to the Ann Curtis School of Swimming in San Rafael. Ann was a gold medalist Olympic swimmer from San Francisco in the '40s, and all of us swimmers idolized her.
   One day, when the kids were taking their lesson,  I asked if she'd give me a lesson. Well, yes, something like $35. She gave me 3 exercises to do that she'd been taught by her coach in SF, Charlie Sava. When you take a stroke, leave that arm out until you bring your next arm around and touch it -- then take the stroke. Another trick was to have your thumb brush against your side as you pull past your body. My stroke straightened out in 15 minutes and I was stylin. She got really excited. Since that day, I've had a relatively smooth freestyle, and never feel better than when I'm swimming.
Left, Kirsten Dirksen of Fair Companies was here last week, filming our homestead. Click here to see her impressive lust of videos, many on tiny homes and owner-builders.
Close encounters with animals A cottontail was scampering across the trail Tuesday evening, so I froze. So did she. We stayed like that, eyeball to eyeball for maybe 30 seconds, then she scampered off with flash of white tail. Then yesterday I came close to a young strong buck on my bike, stopped, and more animal/humanoid eyeball contact. Admiration on my part. Deer rotate their ears, like sonar dishes. Finally he scampered into the bushes, where there was another buck about his size. Buddies.
Foraging I'm getting my kayak/clamming operation together. Got 10 horsenecks, 40 cockles. Boy, is it hard to get the skin of the necks of horsenecks—any suggestions? We Cuisinart up the white meat, add fresh corn kernels, dip in flour and egg, fry in hot oil. Last night I had a salad of crunchy cattail shoots along with our own cucumbers.
Irrigation I'm working on installing a new jet pump and pressure tank for our shallow (15' deep) well. It's been a hassle—haven't got it working yet, but determined to.

Hitting the Road

I went on a short bike ride last night and stopped for a few minutes. When I went to get back on the bike, I put my weight on the left pedal with my left foot, gave a push to get rolling, and swung my right foot over the frame to get to the other pedal. As I did so, my baggy shorts caught on the seat, and I couldn't get my foot across. Momentum carried me and the bike over to the right and I hit the pavement, taking most of the blow with my forearm. Man, did it hurt! (Now I know why cyclists wear tight shorts.)
   You know the first thing I do when I fall (usually it's when skating)? I look around to see if anybody saw me. No one was there, no cars on the road, so I just lay there for a while. Next in my sequence is to assess the damage; how bad am I hurt? I felt a real strong pain in my right lower ribs, and groaned really loudly. It seemed to help. I started taking deep breaths, still lying there, and the pain got better. Voila, I was off again, and lucky to just be a little bit sore today. Let's hear it for Ibuprofin (+ hot baths and Tiger Balm)!
Go Right Ahead by The Hives on Grooveshark

Tim O'Brien and Darrell Scott - A House of Gold

We have a world-class radio station right in our neck of the woods, KWMR. I've taken to listening to it around dish-doing times of the evening, like 7-8 PM, when they play variety of music I like: bluegrass, country, blues, reggae, rock n roll, celtic…Last night I heard this, what beautiful harmonizing…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWb4SHdfpJM

Red-shouldered Hawk Last Night

This young beauty (Red-shouldered Hawk) showed up around 6 PM last night. Shot this through the kitchen window. It's been circling at times of the day, with its kee-ah, kee-ah cry. We think it's a young one, and that its mom practiced some tough love and kicked it out of the nest to search for mice and snakes on its own. Kee-ah,kee-ah…

Toots Ain't Gonna Work on Maggie's Farm No More…

Maggie's Farm by Toots Hibbert on Grooveshark

The Shelter Blog and Lloyd's Blog

I'm changing the nature of this blog. I (we—Shelter Publications) are going to focus on building, carpentry, homes, gardening, and the like on our brand-new -- ta-daa:
http://www.theshelterblog.com
   It's been up for a couple of months now, and its look and function have been steadily improved by Mac Wizard Rick Gordon. Evan's doing most of the posting (I'm funneling my posts through him), Lew is starting at 3 posts a week, and we're encouraging builders to send us photos and descriptions of their latest creations.
   We hope to build this up so it's a player in digiworld —we're aiming for some major readership. We don't think there is any blog or website out there with the type content we are generating. Think of all the buildings and builders in our books—now coming out daily.store appearances (a slide show and book signing for Tiny Homes on the Move), and getting such good vibes. It feels like we're a tribe. We're interested in the same things—doing stuff for ourselves (as much as possible), having a warm, attractive, natural-as-possible handcrafted home, growing some of our own food…
   Remember, it's "theshelterblog," not "shelterblog." The "the" is necessary to get to the right place. This blog—my own—will continue to follow my idiosyncratic path through life. Wherever I go, I'm taking you, the reader, along with me, riding shotgun. It gives me an extra incentive to explore, to search, to inquire, to shoot photos—if I can come back and tell others about it.

Wicked as It Seems - Keith Richards

Wicked as It Seems by Keith Richards on Grooveshark

Halibut Are Biting

This is a 12 pound halibut from fisherman Andrew. The orange stuff at lower right is roe. I wanted to prepare it for eating, but it didn't appear to be fully formed enough to use. Cooking with roe seems tricky. After filleting, we got six meals from the fish (4 vacuum sealed and in freezer).

Photographer Nina Glinsky

Great photographer! I just clicked through all the black and white photos on her home page: http://ninaglinski.com/

Home is Where You Park It by Foster Huntington

This is Foster's account of 75,000 miles on the road, a lot of it on California and Baja California beaches, photographing all types of homes on wheels: pickup trucks with camper shells, vans, trailers, and motorcycles. It's surf-centric, and a book that flows as smoothly as the waves in San Juanico. This is Foster's tribe of nomadic wanderers, beach-oriented and minimalist. Expensive, but short run color books in small quantities are expensive to print. NOT available thru Amazon.
Click here.
(Foster's latest vehicle, a 6-speed, Toyota 4x4 with expandable lightweight camper shell, is in Tiny Homes on the Move -- it's the best vehicle I've ever seen for serious beach/surf/desert/on-and-off-raod travel.)

Santa Cruz'n

We drove down the coast Wednesday afternoon; there were practically gail force winds flattening the waves, swirling the sand on beaches. When we got to Davenport Landing, the wind had dropped, and in Santa Cruz, it was glassy (and flat).
   I love Santa Cruz. Even with all the heavy duty changes since I lived there off and on in the '50s, it's still my kinda town. The temp and the water are 5-10 degrees warmer than San Francisco, just a touch of SoCal…makes me want to get on the beach, in the water.
   That evening, my son Will took his 3-year-old Maceo on one of his (Will's) longboards, and the 3 of us skated down a gentle slope. Will put a pic of us on his Facebook page, here. A couple of his neighbors were out watching us and Will told them, I don't know if I'm more worried about my 3-year-old son or my 79-year-old dad.

Englishman Ed March's Worldwide Adventures on Honda C90 Motorcycle

Lloyd,
… Ed March is this kid from the sticks, down in south west England. He is a bit of a nutter, with a great attitude. He travels on a Honda C90. An old reliable tiny engined "step through" motorbike/scooter moped ? He has had a few adventures to bike rallies, then up to the arctic circle. Then -- he boxed it up and shipped it to Malaysia and rode it home. 14,000 miles across Asia, India and Europe. Its a truly epic journey.
   I watched most of it compulsively on youtube. Then he did a kickstarter/crowdfunding appeal and managed to raise enough to get the videos edited up and released as a DVD.
   To me he is a hero. Has great attitude and will go a long way.
   Check him out: https://www.youtube.com/user/c90adventures
   Enjoy
   Rich (Jones)
Below is one of Ed March's adventures. If you click on the above link, there are a bunch more. This guy is out there!

Bob Dylan's Interview with Ed Bradley in 2004

I saw this 10 years ago and just looked at it again. Dylan seems stiff and, as usual, unrevealing, not wanting to be pinned down or categorized—the Master Evader. He talks about destiny, and in the end, starts to smile a bit. Ed does a great job of interviewing a dodgy customer, and asks him why he still does it (touring, appearing) and Bob says,
Because I made a bargain with destiny…
...Ed: Who'd you make the bargain with?
Bob: With the chief commander.
Ed: On this earth?
Bob: On this earth and in the world we can't see.
Poet for the ages…