Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Insular Communities



Far wall and ceiling of studio space after finishing install of the insulation. I think faced insulation looks pretty cool. Kraft paper facing is very rustic. Its like the folk art of insulation.

Chim Chimney




I've lost quite a bit of time working on the house these past two weeks due to the type of virulent cold/flu bug one encounters in the halls of the local Elementary School. But drag myself to the house after work I did on many a sinus-plugged eve. One of the things I (think) I accomplished was my first chimney sweep. Ours has three outlets, one for the oil burner and one each for the two fireplaces. The mold issue in the basement was so severe that when first investigating the chimney after ownership I was able to tell which outlet was which simply by smelling the airflow. Blech.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Give Them What They Want



A lot of you have been writing in with requests for more shots of me working. "Where's Weeks?" "Give us the gun show!" More action shots of the hair." Well, here ya go. Some shots taken by Jessica while I was installing the draft channels in the newly created cathedral ceiling for the recording studio. Contrary to what one might think, air needs to pass freely from the outside into one's attic space and then be allowed to escape. This keeps moisture from building up between construction surfaces, which creates mold. It also stops your roof from getting too warm in winter, which causes snow melt that leads to ice dams.This is why ceiling insulation is so important, not to keep cold air out, but to keep hot air in and away from the roof. At least that's what some drunk guy told me.



Why Drink Rotten Eggs?



This, friends, is what you buy when the guy who previously owned your house decides to dig his well several hundred feet deeper into the bedrock than would seem necessary. The further down into the bedrock a well goes, the more sulphur seeps into the drinking water. That sulphur smells like rotten eggs, especially when the water is heated up for, say, bathing. Sanatoga Water Conditioning installed this Water Right Sulfur Filter in less than an hour, It hooks in directly after your pressurized holding tank. The water passes from the tank into the cylinder, which is a giant carbon filtration unit. The carbon leeches out the sulphur and disposes of it every 12 days or 1000 gallons at the programmed time. Neat AND essential.

Two Nude Boots

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Back in 1993 my last summer job (college) was working in a recycling plant. I had to pull out bits of stuff that didn't belong on a conveyor belt filled with larger bunches of other stuff. Or vice versa, as the day would have it. All sorts of weird stuff would show up. Dead cats, bags off rotting fish ... people will throw anything into a dumpster bin at night. When working with cardboard it would go down the belt into a metal pit which would squish it up and allow for the front loader to move it out. Every so often the pit would get jammed and somebody would have to jump in there and kick the cardboard free. Once while doing it my brand new work boots got stuck while the front loader was moving in. I was on the blindside of the loader and was steadily being smooshed between the moving press and the front loader jaws. Suffice to say I lived. I crapped my pants, but lived. Anyhoo, these black steel toed boots (pictured above) are what's left of the shiny black numbers I donned for that job. Note the steel plate in the center. That is meant to be embedded in the sole of the boot. Both plates slipped out this past month. Time for a new pair of boots.

Enter these fashionable steel toed numbers!





Why steel toe? Because I am very lanky and awkward and manage to scuff and grind everything beneath my ankles into oblivion in record time. Pus I drop shit on my toes and like to step on nails.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Goin' Postal



This is what the joists of the studio space looked like when I finished removing the drywall, insulation and plywood. The ceiling height and boxiness of the room were not ideal for a critical listening environment ('scuse me while I don my white lab coat), so after consulting a builder (our wonderful neighbor up the hill) I decided to go ahead with a plan to cut out the current joists, cut them down to 6 feet and re-secure them at a slighter angle for a downward pitch towards the back of the room. This would reduce parallel surfaces, unwanted reflections and make a shit-load more work for myself. It would also allow me to create a neat little loft storage space for gear to the right of the room above the bathroom. With several joist removed and about four of them cut and repositioned, things are looking like this:

Neigh-bors




These are our neighbors directly across the way. They like to range about on odd days. Tonight as I was driving home with Lei on my lap they were backlit across a misty field by a glowering purple treeline. There is a lot of mist around here. Much cooler than a smoke machine, I might add.

Satan's Little Helper



This is my faithful worktime companion Leila. She likes to eat grasshoppers and dig at worms.

Brown Bomber



Livin' out in the styx means ya gotta have wheels. Being poor does not make realizing this need easy. In fact it leads one to purchase a late 80s Blazer from an ex con drug addict who sweats a lot, acts cracked out and, while driving you around, sees a cop, mentions that his license is revoked and makes you drive the way home all the while talking about how good a relationship he has with said cop. This particular truck belches fumes, has an exhaust leak that sounds like an early model pace maker, leaks oil, lacks reverse lights, had a dead battery, gets about 12 miles to the gallon and sounds like one of those tricked out double muffler jobbers you see all those douchebag white guys in Philly driving. I love it (even when, after ten minutes of owning it, it ran out of gas on the freeway with the gas meter reading an eighth of a tank full).

Tearin' Out On High



So yeah, after throwin my back out fillin that damn (wonderful) trench, I decided I could stay on rest hiatus no longer than three days. As soon as I got back to tearin' out the soon to be studio's ceiling my back felt loads better. Maybe I'm developing some sort of symbiotic relationship with the house a la Burnt Offerings.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Ditch Witch



We paid Parker Wastewater to dig out a 10" wide, 2 foot deep, 60 foot long trench behind and on one side of our house with the understanding that a correctly installed French Drain system would ensure a dry basement. The house is a split level, the lower level being more than 2/3rds underground in some areas. The previous owner had a big issue with water penetration. We're planning on making the bottom floor our master bedroom so we're taking a number of steps to create a lower level that breathes well and resists water penetration and condensation (and thus mold and its related health and allergin issues). I laid the pipe, connected it to the lowest grade downspout and leveled the pipe so that it sloped about 1/4 inch every 4 feet from the pipe's high end.



Then Jess and I hauled 7.5 tons of 2B stone fill up the hill and dumped it over the length of the pipe. This took two days of ultra intense labor.









A layer of drainage fiber was placed over the stone followed by a layer of topsoil.



By any means necessary


This little guy is the underground drain through which all rainwater gets diverted from our roof. The previous owner, rather than scope out the septic and figure out the problem, nursed the system by installing a greywater option that dumps all washer and kitchen wastewater into the downspout line. The dishwasher and washing machine water likely ends up here but we're not brave enough to see if either device actually works! The greywater "system" is simply a diverter valve on the "stack" from the kitchen area.

Up periscope(s)


Here's the completed work (prior to being buried in two inches of 2B stone fill). The funny thing is that the "real" problem with the septic was a clog at the header pipe, the pipe which runs from the septic (the tank that collects, holds and breaks downs the solids) to the drain field (where all the liquids flow out). These photos don't show the work that Parker Wastewater Consulting, Inc. did to remedy that problem.

Shovel in hand, bird in bush


This past weekend I jumped into the hole, dug out the dirt and gravel and started the excavation and repair of the septic "T." The above reveals a bit of that work.

Goin' Septic



We purchased this house via short sale. The easiest way to describe such a transaction is with the phrase "no negotiating." The property was sold for less than its market value (the only way we could afford it and the area) in order to get it off the bank's books and prevent it from going to Sherif's sale (which the bank actually tried to do after accepting our offer!?). The bank wouldn't take any less than the amount owed them on the loan, which meant if we came up with that we could purchase the place "as is." Why mention this? Well, its why we purchased a place with a non functional septic system. Above is a shot of the hole the previous owner dug to find the drainage T which feeds the drain field. In doing the digging the pipe was torn in three spots. The shot shows the hole refilled by sediment washed in by rain.

Our new place



Howdy!

I wish I had thought to do this blog sooner. The photo to the left is not a great representation of our home in its "virgin" state. We're about two weeks into the demo process. One 30 cubic yard waste container has come and gone, filled by yours truly. All ham radio antennae have been carefully removed from the roof (part of that pile of recyclable metal in front of the garage) and the gutters have been transformed from a series of oblong terrariums into a free flowing drainage system that actually moves water away from the foundation of the house (more on that later). This, friends and onlookers, is the new Weeks homestead and future location of what was known as Hexham Head Studio.