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How To Make Roller Shades





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    roller shades
  • (Roller Shade) A sheet of fabric or vinyl that rolls down the front of the window. My grandmother had these as I was growing up and I would let go of the roller and it would flap and spin at the top of the roll. Now they have a continuous loop chain to raise and lower the shade.

  • (Roller Shade) UpFlat panel of fabric or vinyl attached to a dowel with a roller spring mechanism for lifting.

  • (Roller shade) Any shade in which fabric is wrapped around a roller and is operated by winding and unwinding.





    how to
  • (How To’s) Multi-Speed Animations

  • Practical advice on a particular subject; that gives advice or instruction on a particular topic

  • Providing detailed and practical advice

  • A how-to or a how to is an informal, often short, description of how to accomplish some specific task. A how-to is usually meant to help non-experts, may leave out details that are only important to experts, and may also be greatly simplified from an overall discussion of the topic.





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  • The making of electrical contact

  • give certain properties to something; "get someone mad"; "She made us look silly"; "He made a fool of himself at the meeting"; "Don't make this into a big deal"; "This invention will make you a millionaire"; "Make yourself clear"

  • The structure or composition of something

  • brand: a recognizable kind; "there's a new brand of hero in the movies now"; "what make of car is that?"

  • engage in; "make love, not war"; "make an effort"; "do research"; "do nothing"; "make revolution"

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Dirt "road" traveled w/permission




Dirt "road" traveled w/permission





I was pleasantly surprised when a farmer gave us permission to drive this dirt road between their wheat field and the fields of flowers owned by their neighbor. It gave me the chance to take some unhurried photos of the fields and enjoy a good time bouncing around in our little "roller skate" Honda Fit, on this dirt road. Nice people, fun times!
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Farmers’ permission: On our drive along Oregon highway 213 & 214 from Salem to Silver Falls state park, we noticed some spectacular fields of flowers, being grown in the area for the flower seed trade.

On the way back from our hike at Silver Falls we stopped by three of the farms where I dutifully and properly knocked on the door of each of the three farm houses, to ask permission to enter their land for the purpose of taking photographs. Each of the encounters will be a lasting memory of this road trip. Here is the story of each:

Farmhouse #1: A middle aged man came out from his double story farm house and listened to my request. His response “Nah, I don’t mind a bit if you walk anywhere in the flower fields you want, my one request though, is that you don’t bother any elk you see. They love the flowers”. How great is that? I did in fact see elk tracks entering and exiting the man’s flower fields.

Farmhouse #2: a young woman with a cute little four or five year old daughter came around from the back of the farmhouse, as I was knocking on the front door. She seemed puzzled that I would bother to ask permission then smiled and said “you go just wherever you want and take all the pictures you like”. I complimented her daughter on her bright red new sandals, which brought a big smile to her face. What nice people you meet out in the country.

Farmhouse #3: A nice middle aged lady with a young daughter and a visiting neighbor woman came to the enclosed back porch of their farm house. I made my speech, asking permission to walk around the flower fields for the purpose of taking photos. Not only did I get a “yes” but the lady told me that the hay field was theirs, the flower fields a good neighbors, and that I was welcome to drive our car down the narrow dirt road that separated the two properties and fields. She even told me how I could rejoin a gravel road at the end of the field if I wanted to return to highway 213 another way. How is that for nice? We took her up on her offer and drove slowly (not wanting to raise dust) and got some good photos of the flower fields there.

So that’s my story. The light wasn’t great in all cases, but the farmers sure were. As always my patient and understanding wife, waited in the car most of the time, while I ran around the farmers’ fields, getting my jeans dirty, kneeling in the dirt here and there, to try to capture some nice flower photos and some fine memories as well.
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We took a four day, 950 mile counter clockwise looping “road trip” through Oregon (August 3-6th, 2011). The weather was outstanding.

The trip included a little “quality” penny slot machine time for my wife at three Oregon Native American casinos: Spirit Mountain at Grand Ronde; Chinook Winds at Lincoln City; and Kah-Nee-ta at Warm Springs. For me I got some barefoot beach hiking along the Oregon Coast.

Together we took the five mile version of the waterfalls loop hike at Silver Falls state park (our first visit there). Driving highway 213 to and from Silver Falls State Park from Salem, we came across many large farms raising colorful flowers for the packaged flower seed business. We met some really nice people, when we stopped to ask permission at these flower farms, to enter their private property to take photographs. Lots of fun!

We drove the McKenzie Pass highway for the first time. We really enjoyed that scenic drive and for me it was a reconnaissance for future hiking along the Pacific Crest Trail in the Three Sisters Wilderness, with McKenzie Pass serving as the north trailhead.

We had one of the best Mexican dinners we have had in long time at Mazatlan’s in Redmond, Oregon and I managed to convince my wife that we needed a short shopping trip stop at the nice REI store in Bend, Oregon.

We drove some scenic back roads, we had never before traveled, when we visited the Warm Springs reservation for a casino stop for my wife (I read Backpacker magazine under the shade of a tree, sipping on an ice cold lime diet Pepsi).

Our new Honda Fit got a respectable 40 mpg on this trip, with the A/C running much of the time…so we were happy with that. I’m now spoiled by the USB port in the glove box that let’s us play all of our “oldies” favorites from music folders loaded onto a small flash drive. Nothing like lots of good traveling tunes to make a road trip just that much more fun.

Once again, with just the two of us…..a great time was had by each and all. I hope you enjoy some of the photographs we took along our way.

OMT August 2011. 0000












Empathy Leak




Empathy Leak






‘What I try to do is make one copy out of a trillion.’ The young Antwerp artist Andy Wauman (b. 1975) tries to look with unprejudiced eyes at the world around him, at the deluge of visual and verbal information that washes over us every day. Everything in this massively digitised society has become a copy of a copy. The original has become so rare that it may even have lost all real interest. A fascinating idea, that Wauman explicitly plays with: perhaps an original way of copying a copy is more interesting than desperately seeking originality. A pair of worn-out sneakers, for instance, of the kind churned out by the billions in sweatshops, get a new life when he paints them in the colours of the Belgian or the Dutch flag. There is a reference there to the work of Marcel Broodthaers, who once turned a stack of unread poetry books into a sculpture. There was no money in poetry, but the fine arts might do the trick, or so Broodthaers hoped (and he was proved right, in a way).
Meanwhile, Andy Wauman has a good sense of how these things work. He knows his history: not just Marcel Broodthaers, but also artists like Jeff Koons, Barbara Kruger, Richard Prince and Robert Longo have influenced him. The essence: to uncover the meaning imposed by some power or other. To reinterpret things that people take for granted, in word or image, to give them different shapes, to make them read differently. With letter cookies, you can make the sentence ‘What the Fuck am I Kidding’, printed T-shirts can proclaim ‘Think Crooked to see Straight’, rubbish can spell ‘Heart’. The point here is not a verbal or visual pun. Wauman locks horns with the laziness and slavish docility with which
people read words and accord them a meaning that soon becomes a universal cliche.
‘What fascinates me is the creative versatility of chaos. Chaos is important to spread your imagination; chaos that drives you like a bus.’ Creativity needs chaos to prosper. Chaos as the roller coaster for new ideas. The world of information flows, of the internet, but also of mass- consumption goods, is very stimulating. The word ‘Ideal’ seems to have been carved from coal: an old economic commodity that disintegrates easily. ‘Heart’ is made of compressed scrap metal: the world’s discarded mass-produced articles and chaotic rubbish can be used for a new and totally different form.
‘City where all the things pass through human hands’. The city is the no man’s land for Andy Wauman. The graffiti are messages from an anonymous recalcitrant. The tags he draws are, in their turn, interpretations of cliches, copied a thousandfold. ‘Temptation city, asphalt stage, black heart of an unoccupied city’. In the city, in suburbia, things happen; signs, stencils and emblems emerge that are not interpreted and retrieved until later, but meanwhile brand themselves on the retina of the subconscious.
‘Typo ruins in fix letter uniform. Spitting black dust of contemporary consumption.’ Everything wears down and falls to pieces. Today, anything that crumbles, ages or rusts has had its chips. ‘Oxy Date’. But Andy Wauman has a special eye for old things. ‘Social energy’ is what he calls it. The things that are taken to the dump now are the treasures and memories of what was once young and daring itself. ‘Trash in bikini &
media tears’, no one has the right to throw the baby away with the bathwater, to dump old stuff without any respect. Because old stuff is often less of a copy of a copy than all the stuff that is young and new today.
The trivial. ‘I hop from red light to red light. Take the elevator down, 1000 flights & walk the long 7-weeks hall.’ Andy Wauman runs, tears, bikes and hurtles through the beginning of the 21st century. He makes graphic interventions in magazines that try to keep a finger on the pulse of the times: they are glossy and frenetic, but they are always a fraction too late. Wauman points to the trivial, to things even experienced trend-watchers do not notice, because they keep on running after the latest and most original things. Wauman reveals the strength of the trivial, if it is carefully pulled just a few degrees out of joint, if it gets a marginally sharper focus, a slightly distorted form, or a shade less exposure. ‘What I try to do is make one copy out of a trillion.’
Marc RUYTERS
February 2006









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