A commissioned piece made for the 1NANIF.

Not so recently I gave a quick history of  the lNANIF (lost north American Napoleonic Invasion Force),and because of that publication, my skills as a wood carver were contracted for use by the lNANIF to build a piece of equipment.  How I was contacted I cannot divulge; and when they took the order I cannot say; but how they came and picked up the order, leads me to this assumption.  Some of the people who make up the lNANIF have developed a very specialized set of senses, that enable them to navigate the Earths atmosphere misdetected.  I will hazard my credibility to state, that a selective breeding program has netted those aeronauts some individuals with telepathic tendencies; and technological enhancements are needed to focus and amplify those Intellectual faculties; and the manifold I was asked to build is one part of this amplification system.  Yes I know this seems "far out", but as I was asked to use a specific type of wood from a particular epoch in time,  my speculation for this highly specific specification is that the vibration, or the Aura, must be important in some way; and my belief is that it some how hooks into a larger system of tubes, funnels, diaphragms, valves, and other manifolds; just one part of a telepathic amplification/receiver system. 

The object itself:

My room-mate the chicken wire chicken.

   I can't say my chicken wire chicken was a good roommate.  Charitable... Maybe,  But not in a good way,  it was more of a passive aggressive tactical maneuver in his game of  top rooster.  Roosters in general can be quiet aggressive, but chicken wire roosters bring a new level of  ingenuity - a wiry hard as metal genius at manipulating the pecking order.  

   I have to say that I showed up with nothing, and he let me use almost all of his possessions, of course I always regretted it later, but I was better for it in the end. Here is a few pictures of my time with chicken wire chicken. 

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Himself

His steam powered velocipede.  I used this quiet a bit, but never with out chicken.  He would perch on the handle bars or my head,  it was often very messy, and the velocipede was hot.

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Chicken's chair - he had the idea that this was the best seat in the house.  I  sat in it once and was fine for the first hour, then started to get uncomfortable.  Chicken came in and threw a fit when he saw me in it,  I've come to believe that on some level, chicken's aren't that smart.



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This is my old room and the chair chicken let me sit in.  He hated this chair.

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Chicken was a big Star wars fan and cherished this, his one and only painting.  If I didn't look at it for at least an hour each day, chicken would get mad.  You don't want a chicken wire chicken mad at you.

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Fine Furnature and Hot Sunday's

   On hot Sunday afternoons I was bundled up in the back seat of our car and taken to visit the great aunts.  After arriving, I quickly hit all of the most interesting sites: the drainage ditch, the back yard, the tree in the back yard, the front yard, the sidewalk in front of the front yard, and the front porch.  The great aunts and my parent's lingered, while my brother and I found whatever we could to do.  I think I picked loose pebbles out of the side walk. After a few hours of that, we would all go in to watch Lawrence Welk, and I was allowed to sit on the green vinyl day bed/couch and not allowed to sit on or touch most every thing else.

I never sat in this chair.

This chair was moved into the bed room and I only caught quick glances of it. 

I touched this....once.

Thankfully this thing was moved off to a far corner, it gave me the creeps.

I was lucky enough to sit in this twice.  The first time, I was placed on it with great ceremony then quickly snatched off.  The second was a mistake on my part, as I had thought the first seating had been a granting of full territorial rights for my person to inhabit this chair.  I was a bit steamed and asked why I wasn't allowed to sit on almost all the chairs in the house.  The great aunts replied, that some furniture wasn't designed with little boys in mind.  I wrote Charles Rohlfs the builder of  the untouchable furniture, and asked him to please keep boys in mind when making new furniture.  He didn't reply.

 This painting was placed directly across from the green vinyl couch.  The television blaring the Welk, (the great aunts were a bit deaf) was at a right angle, at far end of a long room, in front of the windows letting fresh air in.  I believe a fusion of image and audio were implanted, and to this very day if I see a snarling trapped animal, it's always accompanied by Welks, Good Night Theme.  

 I was allowed full rein over this piece of  furniture.  On very hot days I was allowed to wear shorts; and after four or five hours of listening to Welk; and staring at the trapped animal, I would become stuck to couch.  The only way off was for both my Mom and Dad to peel me up, pretty sure some skin was left.  After only four or five hours, it was time to go.  I don't have one memory of the ride home.    

The Interns Office chair.

I will have my intern write a letter expressing his greatest gratitude to William S. Stone.  

I keep looking for a key board

My old analog organ should morph into this astounding work by Theo Kamecke. I just looked out in the garage ( where it's kept) and no such luck.