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Man must shape his tools lest they shape him.
I got a job at an amusement park. I like to make the rides more terrifying by throwing a couple of screws onto the seats.
sucking on a football.
It's fine, precise, detailed work, the infinitely small motor management of diamond cutters and safecrackers that we do in our heads.
The bag sprang a leak. The leak had to be patched. The patch sprang a leak. The crew patched the patch. Then the bag sprang another leak. The drilling could not go on.
Carrying that lumber the forty meters from the forest had left his knuckles blistered, his underarms sopping, but now a few hours of flames had lifted what had taken him months to design, weeks to carry, days to build, all but the nails and rivets, all but the hinges and bolts, all into the sky.
This was screwing. One hundred percent pissed-off, nail-raking, neck-biting, wall-fucking screwing.
This Byrd wants a Wren.
He says tools but somebody will mention the cutting edges of things and one will see billhook, scythe, fauchard, debris, wood chips and sketches all entangled like words in summertime, when crickets and corn, lives and vines, sunflowers and stormy hours touch and quench one another.
It is essential to have good tools, but it is also essential that the tools should be used in the right way.
Any tool can be used badly.
Finding the tool is often half the battle.
So I have the classic amateur's technique; I know some very tricky bits and I have large gaping holes.
Our ape-like and arboreal ancestors entered upon the first of many short cuts. To crack a marrow-bone with a rock was the act which fathered the tool, and between the cracking of a marrow-bone and the riding down town in an automobile lies only a difference of degree.
One moment unstuck other stuck!
Pain-soaked joints. Endless miles. Concessions and compromises. Soon, finally, everything would come down to a few irretrievable revolutions of a stopwatch.
The faintest scraping-ticking arose as the knuckles of the hinge leafs turned against pivot pins in need of oil, and the door swung ever so slowly into the kitchen,
I'm just a tool, I'm just a big, hard tool.
I build engines and attach wheels to them.
How did you learn to drive like that?" Gwen yelled over the howl of six hundred horses. "Watching Jacks." She gunned the engine and slipped around another car. "What?" "You know, watching his shifting." Gwen gasped. "You've been looking at his SHIFTER?
Pully, hauly, tug with a will; the gods wiggle waggle, but the sky stands still.
Each day move a little more from tightening to lightening.
Pigskin crackling on my thumb, nummy nummy I hate pain.
Adrian suddenly made an abrupt turn onto a side street we'd nearly driven past. I jerked upright as he clipped the curb.
What are you doing? Think about your tires!
Someone's magic was cleaving.
You tug and strain like a young horse when it's first tied up at the stake, whenever you are tied by your heartstrings.
Screwing is more enjoyable than drilling bolt holes !.
dirt, but the machine began to make
That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe.
A consultant: someone brought in to build a one-handled wheelbarrow.
The sharpest tools in the box are not always the best tools for the job.
Dropped in from a possible future via a Timeslip, and was currently trying to mend his left leg with a pair of pliers and a sonic screwdriver someone had left behind in the bar. I
the little steel retaining pin that locks down the
Move fast and break things.
We shape our tools and afterwards our tools shape us.
A tire spins aimlessly, being pulled a different direction by forces larger and stronger and with little consideration of its wasted effort. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't leave the road you're on.
Built by pain and drive.
Tinkering is something we need to know how to do in order to keep something like the space station running. I am a tinkerer by nature.
Mine was the role of the oilcan in making the machinery clunk around.
GIVE US THE TOOLS AND WE WILL FINISH THE WORK
Here by far the most frustrating gumption trap is inadequate tools. Nothing's quite so demoralizing as a tool hang-up. Buy good tools as you can afford them and you'll never regret
[In my home workshop,] generally I'm mending things, which is interesting because you learn a lot about why they broke.
Carving?"
"Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait."
Jane whistled under her breath. "Do I get to do it?"
He barked a laugh. "No!"
"Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.
untie. Clove Hitch
Fishing around in my clutch for my keys. I find them remarkably quickly, considering my disorientated hands, but getting one in the lock is another matter entirely. I close one eye to try and focus as I slowly guide the key to the lock,
No shifting in my car Blake,I don't want slobber all over my seats. Neesa
Ducking around twisted trees whose fingers are branches spread like cracked ceilings under gray sky.
Some broken things you can't mend. Some you have to put together very slowly piece by fragile piece, waiting until the last bit of work is strong enough before you try the next. It takes a lot of patience.
Canoodling, I see.
There is a frightening, sickening ease - and a clear attraction - to the way in which things can be blown apart. The hard job is bringing things together again.
How easy it is to let the depth of the ditch or the severity of the brokenness stop a good work before we even stoop down to do it.
Who breaks the thread, the one who pulls, the one who holds on?
How can you break that which bends?
Here was a chimpanzee using a tool... That was object modification-- the crude beginning of tool making.
How often we must remember the art of the surgeon, which, in replacing the broken bone, contents itself with releasing the parts from false position; they fly into place by the action of the muscles. On this art of nature all our arts rely.
What am I doing? Tearing myself. My usual occupation at most times.
The strange sense of being disassembled
How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!
Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order; Bleak blows the blast-your hat has got a hole in it. So have your breeches.
I like fixing things.
When you got a nail to drive, use the fucking hammer.
I knew it was easier to drill things in than to take them out.'
'It's like a screw!' Craig-Vyvyan shouted.... 'If you pull off it's head, you never get it out.
So I have this word for much of what I do in life: 'plorking.' I'm not playing and I'm not working, I'm plorking.
A vast technology has been developed to prevent, reduce, or terminate exhausting labor and physical damage. It is now dedicated to the production of the most trivial conveniences and comfort.
The half minute which we daily devote to the winding-up of our watches is an exertion of labour almost insensible; yet, by the aid of a few wheels, its effect is spread over the whole twenty-four hours.
Something molten rushed through her, pouring over every crack and fracture still left gaping and open. Not to hurt or mar - but to weld.
To forge.
There was something satisfying about swinging the hammer, hitting the nails, and fixing the porch. It made me feel strong. It made me feel powerful.
There was a young girl named Ratchet.
She had skill and no one could match it.
She wanted to be
More stylish and carefree,
But she couldn't give up her Ratchet.
smacking his fist into
Tenterhooks are the upholstery of the anxious seat.
Tool - something with a use on one end and a grasp on the other end.
A strange thing - nails will hold a building together, but there's nothing better for taking a man apart.
Your trouble is, you keep trying to unscrew the unscrutable.
Every nail driven should be as another rivet in the machine of the universe, you carrying on the work.
The frivolous work of polished idleness.
If the only tool you have is a hammer, it's hard to eat spaghetti.
Most of us, at some time or other, get sucked into the lifeless vacuum of work; the cogs of the corporate machine that we keep turning until one day, when we depart this Earth, we may earn the word 'lubricant' on our headstone.
A big iron needle stitching the country together.
engine, picked up the pages, ripped off the rubber band, and
The knots in the wood can't be untied.
Like a medical procedure,' Ruth said. 'Intricate surgery is needed to patch up the planet.
Man is a tool-making animal
screws on the cowlings. Only a divine miracle
The love of Louis XVI for mechanical works is well known. He had a little workshop at Versailles where he amused himself making locks, assisted by Francois Gamain, to whom he was much attached and with whom he spent many hours in projecting and executing mechanical contrivances.
I'm quite handy with a screwdriver. I like making and fixing things.
How can we describe the most exalted experience of our physical lives [sex], as if-jack, wrench, hubcap, and nuts-we were describing the changing of a flat tire?
..If you work with a jackhammer during an earthquake, stop, otherwise you are working for nothing.
Like warp and woof all destinies
Are woven fast,
Linked in sympathy like the keys
Of an organ vast.
Pluck one thread, and the web ye mar;
Break but one
Of a thousand keys, and the paining jar
Through all will run.
Choose your tools carefully, but not so carefully that you get uptight or spend more time at the stationery store than at your writing table.
Leverage is everything-don't begin to pry until you've got the long arm on your side.
Soldering iron, Max."
Tim cauterised the severed veins. Medical instruments were often just precision variations of the same tools handymen used.
Work, the what's-its-name of the thingummy and the thing-um-a-bob of the what d'you-call-it.
Wanting nothing more than for it to unravel, unbind.
When working on a project, if you put away a tool that you're certain you're finished with, you will need it instantly.
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
Don't force it; get a bigger hammer.
A machine for making revolutions is doing precisely the wrong thing at just the right time.
You were torturing a cat," she says. "With a freaking prod."
"A prod I built myself in metal shop," he says. "But of course you never mention that.
Why use a sledgehammer when a butterfly net will suffice?
I'm always tweaking, always trying to make it better, constantly moving the levers and dials.