#tailblock

[mattapparently]

The second greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was a riverdance into a tailblock grind.

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world someone wrote “gullible” on the ceiling

[earlygrablatebloomer]

Julian Lewis, backside tailblock at Maitland Banks, FL. 2017, from “springle”

[feelflows-surfboards]

Something pleasurable to start the week before kicking some resin. Wooden tail block on a Solero tail. #feelflowsurfboards #handcrafted #surfboards #singlefin #builtforfun #tailblock (at Porto, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/CA5_FKmHUVe/?igshid=1v9arceh55ht3

[beattopia]

Sides and tailblock going into a Toddler model, Microguitar. Designed for children between the ages of 2-10 years with a quarter sized body and reduced size nut (neck width). #bespoke #guitars #microguitars #quartersizedguitars @diffidentdude #blackwood #tailblock #sidebending #woodwork (at Melbourne, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjUfOborwe8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[armadahandplanes]

🦒 with a white tail block . . . #handsurfing #handplane #handsurf #bodysurf #bodysurfing #handshaped #resintint #tailblock #polished #handmade #artisanat #upcycled #ecoboard #sustainable #reused #surfboard #fromtrashtotreasure #madeinbasquecountry #zarautz #lanegiten #hechoamano #artesanal #armadahandplanes #🌱 #💙🌍 #🌊🏊🏽‍♂️ #🏄🏻‍♂️ #🧜🏽‍♀️ (à Basque Country) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcHo3mtsKr0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[martinshapes]

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Surfcraft Seasons 👉#redwood #polyurethane #fiberglass #epoxy #balsawood #elmersglue #carbonfiber #pigment #eps #polyester #surfite #spruce #foamdust #basalt #maskingtape #acetone #skil100 #sandpaper #razorblade #basswood #tailblock #deckpatch #cutlap #freelap #tint #volan #shortboard #longboard #stringer #rocker @burlaptocashmere 🎵’s (at Capistrano Beach, California)

[californiadventure]

[hangszerelem]

* Hát üdv emberek Instagramon is! A képen egy Martin D18E retro elektroakusztikus gitárt láthattok, ami elég csúnyán megsérült az alsó kávarészen, sőt az alsótőke is kettérepedt. Ezt ragasztottam meg, így újra használható a hangszer. Valamint holnap újra fogadónap a kil.hu Budai gitárboltban. * Greetings everyone on Instagram too! You can see a Martin D18E retro electro-acoustic model badly injured on the lower bout, even the tail block broke. I glued the parts back together, so it's working again. #kávajavítás #alsótőke #Martin #D18 #elektroakusztikus #hangszerész #gitárjavítás #lowerbout #tailblock #luthier #guitarrepair

[jeffcomber]

Drew Merriman - FS Tailblock.

Toronto - 2012

[betterskatethannever]

Ishod Wair // Back on My BS

[retrofret]

Just arrived a beautiful 1963 Gibson Les Paul/SG Standard Solid Body Electric Guitar in its original brown hard shell case! - Follow the link in our profile to learn more about it. - This LP/SG has one of the VERY first few 90000 series serial numbers recorded as issued in 1963 (the first was 96601) so technically was almost certainly built in late 1962. It mounts two very hot yet still sweet early "Patent Number" humbucking pickups, identical to the final PAF's and one of Gibson's finest sonic creations. The wiring is untouched and the original pots are topped with "capped" back-painted plastic knobs. The hardware is all nickel plated including the original style no-wire Tune-O-Matic bridge; this is the special vibrato version with undercut ends and the very rare bone saddles, something of a stop-gap between the metal and nylon variants. The then-new Gibson vibrola tailpiece is decorated with the extra pearl-inlaid ebony tailblock, which has no structural function but does dress the guitar up a bit! (at Retrofret Vintage Guitars) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgpLx9EOWIH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[queerpyracy]

It was the damp, chill autumn time, barely too warm for frost and too wet for comfort. We were working on a Bureau of Land Management stream-cleaning contract, clearing out a log-jam in the Siskiyou Mountains near the California line. My partner, Brian, and I sat up on the stream bank among sword fern and viny maple and waited to see what kind of fool the log would make of the government inspector.

The odds were about fifty/fifty that he'd shortly be a dead fool or a maimed one, and better than even that he'd end up a cold wet one. Regardless of the outcome, we sat in the fog-wet brush near the yarder's tailblock, me smoking a hand-rolled cigarette, Brian with a jab of chew in his cheek, not talking, keeping our thoughts under our hardhats.

Below us and about one hundred feet upstream, the inspector stood where I had stood an hour before, on a wet boulder, looking up at an old rotting log which hung overhead, wedged between moss-dappled rock walls above a small pool. Behind the log a waterfall fed the pool.

Standing there in mid-stream on the slick rock, with the sound of splashing water and the mass of the log above and before me, I'd seen the possibilities and didn't like any of them. If my chainsaw didn't get stuck, if the log's compression didn't send it buckling my way, if I could shift my balance away from the log so that I didn't fall into the pool, if I didn't slip and fall breaking an ankle or rib while scrambling out of the way, I would merely get drenched on a cold fall mountain morning.

From above, up on the bank, it had looked routine, but standing there on that rock I could see that it was lethal. I gave it up as too risky and then Brian walked down there, saw in hand, and came to the same conclusion. "It's funny," he said after climbing back up the bank, "it looks easy from here."

Now it was the government man's turn down there in the hole. He had showed up an hour later, looked down from the bank at the rock and log and pool and declared the log removable. The contract specified a clear, debris-free channel and he was there to make sure we fulfilled the contract.

We refused. "It's not safe."

"Hell, I could cut it out of there myself."

"Okay--go for it," Brian said, and handed him a chainsaw.

There was no use arguing with him, the log had fooled us too, until we stood in the only spot where you could lay a saw on it. If he wanted to prove us wrong, we'd give him the chance. The man might die, as easy as not. The log might crush him, pin him or drown him. We would, of course, try our best to save his life afterwards. But it was his choice now. Anything might happen--and to us it was all the same. Our hearts stayed as gray and featureless as a fog bank.

Though loggers are often portrayed as hard characters, neither of us was cruel or deliberately heartless. Our indifference to his fate could easily be ascribed to machismo, a matter of manful pride, or to class differences with the inspector, whose boast had challenged both our craftsmanship and our courage.

Logging is rough work. Hard labor, long hours, dangerous conditions and male-only companionship almost guarantee a hardening of the heart. There's also the wear and tear on your spirit from tearing up the world. Work gloves can protect soft hands but tender psyches just develop calluses. Pride and the nature of logging go a long way toward explaining our attitude, but not far enough.

We are all loggers in our own way, though for most of us the brutality and violence of our jobs is more subtle. "I'm sorry, we say, "it's company policy," as if the rules of corporations were as real and immutable as the laws of nature. Alienation is an occupational disease, one that afflicts each of us when we sell our time for money. It brings a numbness of spirit that makes all sorts of horrible situations seem routine.

At work we become ashen-faced zombies, obediently carrying out tasks whose meaning and effects we seldom care about. We save real living for the weekends. Perhaps there is something in the nature of money itself that poisons all human relations it enters. Or maybe it's something in human nature that leads us to sell off our lives, to trade the possibility of love for a strictly limited security. Whatever the cause, ultimately it whittles us down to its own inhuman scale. Most people are likeable enough away from the job and even at work. We each contain a complexity and beauty beyond the ability of art to portray. We also contain a bleakness of spirit unimaginable. It is in the humdrum, the daily grind, the unreal world of work that we cross between the two without noticing the change.

One hundred feet away, down in the creek bed, the government man stood where Brian and I had each stood in turn. If he tried to cut that log, then he was a fool to doubt us and so whatever happened to him was simply his own doing. We waited and watched as he started the chainsaw and held it at arm's length overhead to start his cut. Wood chips cascaded down into the pool, exhaust smoke mingled with the morning mists. Then he stopped, withdrew the saw, shut it off and came trudging back downstream and up the bank to where we sat.

"You're right," was all he said, and we were, of course, pleased to hear him admit it.

Robert Leo Heilman, "An Occupational Disease," from Overstory: Zero

[feelflows-surfboards]

Glass it, cut it off, glue it on, sand it and glass it again. #feelflowsurfboards #handcrafted #surfboards #tailblock #builtforfun #surfboardshaper #customsurfboards https://www.instagram.com/p/BtD3W4EnXcI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=b6im5qwwqqqb

[roshapes]

10’ x 23 1/2” x 3 1/4” with 1/2” cedar stringer and tailblock, for Geoff.. #okesurfboards #handshaped (at Oke Surfboards) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ca4DB_1hYqM/?utm_medium=tumblr

[chrissessions]

Zach Cusano - Judo Tailblock at Lindsay’s #skatecolorado #socialdistancing #thankyouskateboarding — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2W8AJGW

[refusewheels]

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@parisishesh @c013_fr483r and @higuyhoost filmed by: @jauntre at #lewisvilleskatepark which if you are at, might as well stop by @inciteskateshop now that its back open, to check out the new @pushfootskateboards @refusewheels @underappreciatedua @mammothhardware and other goods. jamz by @parisishesh #supportyourlocalskateshop #skatelife #producerlife #yerfocked - #letssmashnaziface #dnb #drumnbass #jumpup haha #skateanddestroynazis #skateanddestroy #skate #tailblock #nollieflip #bigspin #smith180 #bluntpopdown #nolliebigspininwardheel #texasskateboarding #refusethenorm #refusefam (at Lewisville, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CApiewUgcrM/?igshid=1l3lcg8i9xgxp