tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108894312024-03-05T02:55:32.986-05:00adventures of a bachelor in the 21st centuryAnthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-5160724661973955412011-04-19T22:14:00.000-05:002011-04-19T22:14:14.906-05:00A Thing Of Beauty...<a href="http://clingonforlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/thing-of-beauty.html">A Thing Of Beauty...</a>: "<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWF1rf8ujg1u4xaWNTXqZFGx9GyL6Bpw6Ei1nZQWcSkTIQdjWPwM1-9SheCDioIYfh0wzXj7gdBU_75F4JIhrNtFp5FE_-GOdTlYNWTC1AWUXZJDvoj75_xbqNEXL3xIBXXsCR8w/s1600/01.jpg"><img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center;width:246px;height:400px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWF1rf8ujg1u4xaWNTXqZFGx9GyL6Bpw6Ei1nZQWcSkTIQdjWPwM1-9SheCDioIYfh0wzXj7gdBU_75F4JIhrNtFp5FE_-GOdTlYNWTC1AWUXZJDvoj75_xbqNEXL3xIBXXsCR8w/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7876500728770746479-7876819577189776221?l=clingonforlife.blogspot.com" alt="" /></div>"Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-57924969447062936562010-09-19T11:27:00.001-05:002010-09-19T11:28:14.004-05:00EKKKKK, Its been forever!Lets just speak with pictures to show you what I've been tinkering with.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPTeNUX_MCfPBttRdJJi-T-Bl_4Re9RlKawsmx0qukVhopkmgUb-cy3_-A47FxMqzXjihdhhC9yafqDOTTA_Svi0xEa7GsLVdgNlfeVVuOnY94FR4FhXyMjHa6S-gYEgOXVVX/s1600/Aug_4_2010_4413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPTeNUX_MCfPBttRdJJi-T-Bl_4Re9RlKawsmx0qukVhopkmgUb-cy3_-A47FxMqzXjihdhhC9yafqDOTTA_Svi0xEa7GsLVdgNlfeVVuOnY94FR4FhXyMjHa6S-gYEgOXVVX/s400/Aug_4_2010_4413.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having fun in the garage!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl7dgmXicSDnqdfr1cfeE3-oM6qqop6mcx86eUIgx2GfQ7k9siq3dho6UKsSx-n1UkPzy6tslilLvTJI5F8zVAKEAhcTpsZ2ry-ovRlr4QzL7unP8Gsv6oFrvYIzmYO10kpy9x/s1600/5b9dcc3e-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl7dgmXicSDnqdfr1cfeE3-oM6qqop6mcx86eUIgx2GfQ7k9siq3dho6UKsSx-n1UkPzy6tslilLvTJI5F8zVAKEAhcTpsZ2ry-ovRlr4QzL7unP8Gsv6oFrvYIzmYO10kpy9x/s400/5b9dcc3e-2.jpg" width="298" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;">Having fun in the garage!</td></tr>
</tbody></table></td></tr>
</tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxaEZr_dASX7jUWiHdl3Q0f2W7KQOjs1Ii35FlovE6RK2A6oEFrZlEqDUh2JGdFQQ_hwDrsodFn6UKUgBtZoSsVdP7teVWtWZ388OwKEw4cFtl_eFJErDYn5ZzWvvS25Kji1M/s1600/Picture012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxaEZr_dASX7jUWiHdl3Q0f2W7KQOjs1Ii35FlovE6RK2A6oEFrZlEqDUh2JGdFQQ_hwDrsodFn6UKUgBtZoSsVdP7teVWtWZ388OwKEw4cFtl_eFJErDYn5ZzWvvS25Kji1M/s400/Picture012.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Painting BIG orders at the sign company.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGeli41AY_DBq2OZ72c-DtJraU1PtPng1Qusu2SsSnWexw7brjVKzSNgmJ2yXLD48aN1wL6BLfnH556vXwNDwFJML11Rzzln110MBeuLOEXmr8vm5wM6qv-jOvUzoqfw8C3-a/s1600/Aug_24_2010_1647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGeli41AY_DBq2OZ72c-DtJraU1PtPng1Qusu2SsSnWexw7brjVKzSNgmJ2yXLD48aN1wL6BLfnH556vXwNDwFJML11Rzzln110MBeuLOEXmr8vm5wM6qv-jOvUzoqfw8C3-a/s400/Aug_24_2010_1647.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Toying with an RC car again! </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-7896937458145258362010-05-23T11:05:00.002-05:002010-05-23T11:05:52.837-05:00Back on the BlogThis week on a trip to visit family down in NC my niece got on my butt to get back to blogging. Ok! Look Kelsey I am! Blogg blogg blogg. <br />
<br />
Ok, done for today. :)Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-72619669521810544062010-03-20T23:13:00.001-05:002010-03-20T23:13:02.298-05:00Spring has sprung<img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S6Wcypy1eKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/mEFD8B0fQUU/Spring%20has%20sprung_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /><br><br>Been busy getting the old honda ready. <br /><br>I have a new project coming hopefully I will get it over to the house this week.<br /><br><b>Location : </b><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=40.105122,-83.245991">8079-8081 Plain City-Dublin Rd, Plain City, OH 43064, </a><br>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-39930890307224511682010-01-29T03:03:00.004-05:002010-01-29T03:11:56.903-05:00InsomniaUp late, thinking, things to do, things haven't done, things can't do, cant afford, cant get inspiration, can't. People and situations standing in the way, social expectations, fighting the idealiziations of success and a normal life, "you should be doing this, you should be doing that" White fences, plush carpeting, granite. Life of excess. Kids, money, debt, respect. <br />
<br />
Why am I here?<br />
<br />
What is the purpose, the goal ? Is it the connections with other people, with "things", adventurous experiences within nature and the world? Feeling the connection to the past and respecting the possibilities of the future?<br />
<br />
Is it a respect for Him above? Preaching the Word and damning all who do not listen to hell? The world is large and very old, there are many ways to reach the same goal. Have some humility in the words you speak, and follow Him in your actions.<br />
<br />
Is it Control? over others? over land? over what? We are born with no control, and die the same. When I was little I walked in between the tall stones thinking, What do we leave behind? That little dash representing our whole time doesn't seem like much.<br />
<br />
If I had to pick a best week of the past quarter century of my life, it was interestingly when I HAD NOTHING. A week in the middle of nowhere, in a tepee with great friends, no money no jobs, no plan. What is to be learned from this?<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3z7DPPGVysdzVGA2xQMZ_-RzD1BwetB6baf3VB0_tVzO2GSwI18GXqTXFGDGpW0ZhtBsGO5DwLScMEdCNg2ouzctM2F0vJq42tBYtzLGz_7U1f7QpOWsSxH0LhxJwyiP-c2D/s1600-h/windflaps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3z7DPPGVysdzVGA2xQMZ_-RzD1BwetB6baf3VB0_tVzO2GSwI18GXqTXFGDGpW0ZhtBsGO5DwLScMEdCNg2ouzctM2F0vJq42tBYtzLGz_7U1f7QpOWsSxH0LhxJwyiP-c2D/s320/windflaps.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I believe every person has the ability to do great things. But it seems there is so much other stuff. Stuff that needs done. Bills that need paid. <b> </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"><b>It's hard to poke around in the interesting corners of life when you're under the gun to make as much money as possible just to stay afloat.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span><br />
"Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth." <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Thoreau</span>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-6847971537943393102010-01-22T18:38:00.001-05:002010-01-22T18:38:43.300-05:00Twingle is down<img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S1o2_55BYXI/AAAAAAAAAto/rtm5NOT_VYc/Twingle%20is%20down_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /><br><p>"Down" is a slang term meaning taken apart as far as something can go. The plan is to get the frame painted and resore and assemble the rest as I go. I need to locate and purchase quite a few parts that are either missing or beyond repair. Stay tuned</p><br /><br><br><b>I was at : </b><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=40.104753,-83.245656">8079-8081 Plain City-Dublin Rd, Plain City, OH 43064, </a><br><br><br>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-5387211780725346602010-01-20T13:25:00.002-05:002010-01-29T03:12:22.391-05:00Friends<img height="320px" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S1dKpw3kpjI/AAAAAAAAAtk/22drXarUt5Y/Friends_img_1.jpg" style="float: left cursor: pointer; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px height: 320px;" width="240px" /><br />
I want to talk about friends.<br />
<br />
There are many different kinds of relationships in this life, and many different kinds of friends. I have a few friends that have been around for many years and I know that no matter how often or not often we speak, there is no less of a connection because of time or space. This level is formed over time, and because of the experiences and level of trust given by the other. I am strictly speaking of same sex friendships here. What i have come to find as of recently is that men and women have very different views on relationships with the other sex. <br />
<br />
<br />
In the last month I have had the "friend card" pulled on me by two completely unrelated women that I was interested in having a relationship with. I have a long history with both, and both have basically said that their only interest was that on a purely friendship level. Well i know it may sound a bit brash, but I'm not really interested in that anymore. <br />
<br />
I am the type of person that will give and give and give to a female I am interested in. Need a ride home from somewhere at 3am, call! Need me to come pick you up at the hospital when you are there all alone, I'm there. Need your car fixed and have no money and no other way to get to work? I'll figure out a way to get it done. No problem, no complaint, I'm just glad your ok.....<br />
<br />
All this has caused me to become the bounceback guy. Ohh your boyfriend broke it off with you and you feel down and out? Call me! Ill pick you up, dust you off, take ya out to dinner and get you laughing again, and then send you back out to find another run of the mill ahole untill I get another call from you in a year when he cheated on you..... lol... Gimme a break people. <br />
<br />
I have been nothing but honest, hardworking, and transparent with everything in my life in the past 8 years. I deserve better. <br />
<br />
So please, if your a woman looking to contact me only to make yourself feel better and never thinking about anybody else, move on down the line to the next sucker, I'm not the friend your looking for anymore. I am going to demand all my friendships involve friends. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>I was at : </b><a href="http://maps.google.co.in/maps?q=40.104753,-83.245656">8079-8081 Plain City-Dublin Rd, Plain City, OH 43064, </a>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-16639099592107640672010-01-20T12:08:00.001-05:002010-01-20T12:08:02.648-05:00Wish there was a better way to post!<p>I have had my blogger account for a few years now and I am really dissapoonted that there isn't an official blogger app for android phones. Blogger is a Google service and android is the mobile OS from Google. Where's the support?!?!</p><br /><p>I have considered trying to port over this blog into a WordPress.com one as there is a very good official apparently from them. Any suggestions?</p><br /><br><br><b>I was at : </b><a href="http://maps.google.co.in/maps?q=40.104753,-83.245656">8079-8081 Plain City-Dublin Rd, Plain City, OH 43064, </a><br><br><br>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-74251541310969983272010-01-17T19:12:00.002-05:002010-01-18T13:35:25.416-05:00Featured on The ConservanceI sent an email to an old friend about my solution for economical heat, and he featured it on his blog. <a href="http://conservance.wordpress.com/2010/01/17/homebuilt-innovation">Check it out.</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S0gLFANSU5I/AAAAAAAAAtA/q53veqVqx6g/Look%20what%20I%20have%20created%21_img_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S0gLFANSU5I/AAAAAAAAAtA/q53veqVqx6g/Look%20what%20I%20have%20created%21_img_1.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
</div><br />
<br />
<b>I was at : </b><a href="http://maps.google.co.in/maps?q=40.033427,-83.122092">Cemetery Rd, Hilliard, OH 43026, </a>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-61451937659744225402010-01-14T01:13:00.002-05:002010-01-18T13:34:57.888-05:00Crap<img height="240px" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S0616vmW4eI/AAAAAAAAAtI/lHlI_9JZMUo/Crap_img_1.jpg" style="float: left cursor: pointer; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px height: 240px;" width="320px" /><br />
I dont like crap. I dont like crappy quality, in the things I buy, build, or work with. I dont like my name to be on anything sub par. I tried to explain this when today i had a very hard time at work with a project and the variables that caused the crappiness were out of my control. <br />
<br />
Frustrated, innoyed, agitated, unhappy, unsatisfied, and generally ready to hang it up and wake up tomorrow with less crap.<br />
<br />
Picture is for the undying British devotion to eliminate crap.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>I was at : </b><a href="http://maps.google.co.in/maps?q=40.105021,-83.245147">8079-8081 Plain City-Dublin Rd, Plain City, OH 43064, </a>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-1034839428280503202010-01-09T21:07:00.002-05:002010-01-18T13:34:32.244-05:00Dear scratch on Anthony's nose...<img height="240px" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S0k2W58iFtI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4ZUF6acNmpw/Dear%20scratch%20on%20Anthony%27s%20nose..._img_1.jpg" style="float: left cursor: pointer; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px height: 240px;" width="320px" /><br />
Dear scratch on Anthonys nose,<br />
<br />
Please heal soon. Yes, I know you were self inflicted by Anthony hitting himself in the face with a piece of metal. But between you and me, he isn't too smart sometimes and doesn't need to hear the jokes from all his co workers. Thank you much.<br />
<br />
Sincerely, Anthony's Ego<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>I was at : </b><a href="http://maps.google.co.in/maps?q=40.105021,-83.245147">8079-8081 Plain City-Dublin Rd, Plain City, OH 43064, </a>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-20951607522246513552010-01-08T23:50:00.002-05:002010-01-18T13:32:25.448-05:00Look what I have created!<img height="240px" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S0gLFANSU5I/AAAAAAAAAtA/q53veqVqx6g/Look%20what%20I%20have%20created%21_img_1.jpg" style="float: left cursor: pointer; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px height: 240px;" width="320px" /><br />
Warm!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>I was at : </b><a href="http://maps.google.co.in/maps?q=40.105021,-83.245147">8079-8081 Plain City-Dublin Rd, Plain City, OH 43064, </a>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-56950208174821905422010-01-07T13:34:00.001-05:002010-01-07T13:34:33.000-05:00Woodburning stove<img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S0YpNeGPqdI/AAAAAAAAAs8/LlRkyg0ODmQ/Woodburning%20stove_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /><br><p>Need some cheaper heat than this propane. I made this from a 5 gallon can i found in the trash bin at work. </p><br /><br><br><b>I was at : </b><a href="http://maps.google.co.in/maps?q=40.105021,-83.245147">8079-8081 Plain City-Dublin Rd, Plain City, OH 43064, </a><br><br><br>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-62549163952591461032010-01-06T13:43:00.001-05:002010-01-18T13:34:09.245-05:00Prototype Sign, Plant Manager Coming to check it out..A special assignment I was put on. The plant manager came out to look at it and told me good work. The most experienced painter in the company agreed.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4xjCEBYYsZY6h1J9sDu2M2ogie5-B-88Fa8QLAy1bE4xWweY-hSzHOO0AcTyv2g36XSH0zVwW2ZHMbV9tvkiY3Oh0zzgz8v2iCxf3e5sZuGld-B-bS0WWBwh0fvrSgchTXDIr/s1600-h/2010-01-05+15.38.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4xjCEBYYsZY6h1J9sDu2M2ogie5-B-88Fa8QLAy1bE4xWweY-hSzHOO0AcTyv2g36XSH0zVwW2ZHMbV9tvkiY3Oh0zzgz8v2iCxf3e5sZuGld-B-bS0WWBwh0fvrSgchTXDIr/s320/2010-01-05+15.38.11.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>The back and side.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwBJWJbNBSLj_0SLqIiJmzhIl7dm0VpgCiZDYfnwt1UgHe8bMrw6pqtNHlrnktb0D7iDP3M51krhFV8NPICaLJP5xImGsczjS3F87IH4oL_nf7NrKHF9VnnukMHxj51m34va3/s1600-h/2010-01-05+15.38.26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwBJWJbNBSLj_0SLqIiJmzhIl7dm0VpgCiZDYfnwt1UgHe8bMrw6pqtNHlrnktb0D7iDP3M51krhFV8NPICaLJP5xImGsczjS3F87IH4oL_nf7NrKHF9VnnukMHxj51m34va3/s320/2010-01-05+15.38.26.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-63682418313137120362010-01-06T00:37:00.001-05:002010-01-06T00:37:10.863-05:00Disassembly<img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S0QhhB_RN2I/AAAAAAAAAsk/lTN3FjYc_vE/Disassembly_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /><br><p>Engine, headlight, wiring harness, handlebars out. Hopefully have a bare frame this weekend. </p><br />Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-6009028491857356462010-01-05T12:49:00.002-05:002010-01-18T13:33:21.943-05:001965 sears allstate 175<img height="240px" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_42BOtrInaEg/S0N7pxYpCaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/6GJAPUYZCvg/1965%20sears%20allstate%20175_img_1.jpg" style="float: left cursor: pointer; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px height: 240px;" width="320px" /><br />
The new project is underway. Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-54952206147835593682009-12-25T16:27:00.000-05:002009-12-25T16:27:48.283-05:00MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!! New layout - New topic catagoryFirst off , I hope all my family and friends are having a very merry Christmas. Make is safe, merry, and bright. errr..... something like that.<br />
<br />
I recently changed to a lighter layout. Also, a facebook badge was added to find me straight from here.<br />
<br />
I am also adding a new "label" as they are called in Blogger, (they are really a topic catagory, which you can find listed lower right column) I am going to show all my mini projects I am constantly doing. Things I make, fix, tinker, paint, restore, or otherwise find relevant. Hope you enjoy.Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-81047167767017025022009-12-23T20:38:00.002-05:002009-12-23T20:50:51.105-05:00Made In China<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On a trip to the mall today while doing a little christmas shopping I stopped into some old stomping grounds. I used to manage a shoe store years ago and I heard an old co manager was back with the company. I went in and chatted with her for a few minutes. Good to see her again. I got to looking around and noticed that they had a nice pair of Dr. Martens boots on sale. I needed a pair of boots. After a few minutes schmoozing I got an employee discount on top of the sale price. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dr. Martens are known for their quality made shoes and boots made in England since Dr. Klaus Martens started tinkering with making his own boots in 1947. I was glad I had I had another trusty pair of "docs" UNTIL I GOT HOME.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I removed the laces and was lacing them up the way I prefer, and was dismayed to see the label under the tounge read "Made in China" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Upon research <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Martens">here</a> I confirmed it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">On 1 April 2003, under pressure from declining sales, the Dr. Martens company ceased all production in the United Kingdom,<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Martens#cite_note-0" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[1]</a></sup> with production moved to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="China">China</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thailand" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Thailand">Thailand</a>. "</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I inspected the boots a little closer, and the quality still seems to be the same. The materials, stitching, and rivets look the same. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But for some reason, I just don't think they will ever<b><i> feel</i></b> as good under my feet as they used to knowing they came from China and not <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';">Northamptonshire, Leicestershire and Somerset. Pity.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-55665492869205264492009-12-22T01:18:00.000-05:002009-12-22T01:18:06.313-05:00PerfectionI was chatting with a co-worker today and she told me I was too big of a perfectionist. I took rather offense to that, as if it was a bad thing. But the comment did get me thinking. <br />
<br />
I mean, I'm not naturally an organized or ocd individual. I have to try to be. I guess when I work, I would rather take the time and care to do the best job possible. Any less and it really isn't worth doing. Its a slippery slope from there to doing shoddy crap work. I am pretty much all or nothing with a lot of things. Not to mention I HATE doing things twice. In fact, if I even stop on a project, it is very hard pushin to get it rollin again. <br />
<br />
I am in the process of really trying to get my life organized , and after it is organized, trim off all the fat. I am going to slim down on all my "stuff" and focus on what I decide should get done. I have made some pretty good strides lately with this, and I attribute this mostly due to a new job that has much less stress and anxiety. I am more motivated in the spare time I have to get 'er done. I am hopefully going to have a plan in place by march to what I would like to accoplish, when I am going to sign a 2 year extension to my current rental agreement. I am hoping it will be the last time I sign.<br />
<br />
Time will tell. Look back on this post march 2012.Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-49127459548037012942009-12-09T01:07:00.004-05:002009-12-09T01:29:27.062-05:00THE SNUB.<span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"><b>THE SNUB.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"><b><span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal;">Made famous in this clip.</span></b></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GzT59mHi1k&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GzT59mHi1k&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; white-space: normal;">So I was walking into the local Wal-Mart and on my way in I spotted a young woman walking near the building on her way in too. You know that thing where you can recognize someone from behind just by their walk, stature, clothes. It was that kind of thing that made me double take her. She seemed strangely familiar. I kept on my path glancing over until at about 30 feet I knew it was her. It was decision time.</span></span></span><br />
<br />
It was seven years ago now when I met her in school. I always had a liking for this little doll, she knew it, I knew it, it was no secret. I did my best. But to no avail, alas she was too into the bad boys, the hipster trendy rock guys with loads of flair and storied upbringings. I think I was too bland, too predictable, too honest and transparent for her. We had been in contact on and off over the past seven years, and in some moments, I thought she might give me a chance. I met her family, she met mine. But , wrong again, no dice. sorry kid.......come back another day.<br />
<br />
So my mind started racing on what to do. I slowed my walk and even for a second considered turning around until I was clear of her, but I kept on. I sped up my pace with continued glances at her. I was trying to convince myself it wasn't her, as its been probably 2 years since I've seen her last. At about 20 feet from her, she glanced up, and I met her eyes for about 1 second, I could see her searching her mind trying to convince herself it wasnt me. It was a long second, but I looked away pretending to be looking through her and not AT her, and I sharply turned in the door when she was within 15 feet. I heard a faint "bonacci!" I kept on, never looked back. I didnt seem to conciously make the decision, I just followed where my legs seemed to be taking me. I WANTED to stop and chat with her, see how she was doing, but I didn't feel she deserved the satisfaction of knowing I was happy to see her. <b>She cut me</b> out of her life, it wasn't my decision. The funny thing is that if she called me today and wanted to get together , I would in a minute, we just got on that well together. I think I was almost embarrased to see her, as I wouldnt be able to keep the straight face she deserves, I would fold my hand down on the table and smile. So I did the only thing I could, pretend not to see her. That's what she wanted from me anyway, isn't it? <br />
<br />
It's a shame really, things could have been so much different. Maybe its not the last chapter in the book, I don't know. But I do know that in the past 7 years she never gave me a chance, so on this day, I didn't give her one.Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-45299054311384908372009-10-28T23:57:00.000-05:002009-10-28T23:57:20.705-05:00Playing "Dumb"I got to thinking today about playing dumb. You know, when you intend to act as if you don't have as much information about something as you do. This can be for a whole list of reasons. To avoid responsibility, confrontation, liability, or just to let someone spout off about what they THINK they know. <br />
<br />
I have found out I do this a lot. I especially like to play dumb just long enough to make someone think I really am a daft idiot, then smash their assumption to smithereens as I correct them on what they were so expertly trying to teach me. Then I look like a quick talking smart mouth little guy with a big ego. Well, I'm not. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let anyone talk like they are above me. Sorry Charlie. <br />
<br />
So everyone please treat each other as equals will you. Let work together. Lets have a freakin laugh once in a while and not take everything so seriously.Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-64565991379925190712009-10-24T21:36:00.000-05:002009-10-24T21:36:00.518-05:00UH OH ! Mom's on Youtube!!!<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;">Click the video twice to go to youtube and see the widescreen version. Also, this was my first video using my homemade camera stabilizer, I am still learning to use it. More on that in a later post . </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N35qtkvgajw&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N35qtkvgajw&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-45680540815309919542009-09-30T19:37:00.002-05:002009-09-30T20:13:30.054-05:00Into the Wild - by Eddie Vedder<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-size: 12px; white-space: normal;">Soundtrack from Into the Wild - by Eddie Vedder. This is also a tribute to Christopher McCandless.<br />
<br />
Based on a true story. After graduating from Emory University in 1992, top student and athlete Christopher McCandless abandoned his possessions, gave his entire $24,000 savings account to charity and hitchhiked to Alaska to live in the wilderness. Along the way, Christopher encounters a series of characters who shape his life.<br />
<br />
<br />
</span></span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRUGvArWXLk&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRUGvArWXLk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-size: 12px; white-space: normal;">Song Lyrics:<br />
<br />
hmmm ooh hooo hooo<br />
<br />
It's a mistery to me<br />
we have a greed<br />
with which we have agreed<br />
<br />
You think you have to want<br />
more than you need<br />
until you have it all you won't be free<br />
<br />
society, you're a crazy breed<br />
I hope you're not lonely without me<br />
<br />
When you want more than you have<br />
you think you need<br />
and when you think more than you want<br />
your thoughts begin to bleed<br />
<br />
I think I need to find a bigger place<br />
'cos when you have more than you think<br />
you need more space<br />
<br />
society, you're a crazy breed<br />
I hope you're not lonely without me<br />
society, crazy and deep<br />
I hope you're not lonely without me<br />
<br />
there's those thinking more or less less is more<br />
but if less is more how you're keeping score?<br />
Means for every point you make<br />
your level drops<br />
kinda like its starting from the top<br />
you can't do that...<br />
<br />
society, you're a crazy breed<br />
I hope you're not lonely without me<br />
society, crazy and deep<br />
I hope you're not lonely without me<br />
<br />
society, have mercy on me<br />
I hope you're not angry if I disagree<br />
society, crazy and deep<br />
I hope you're not lonely without me</span><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"></span>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-59389185364414713082009-09-27T20:09:00.003-05:002009-09-30T20:14:39.176-05:00A good use of 20 minutesThe Story of Stuff<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLBE5QAYXp8&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLBE5QAYXp8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10889431.post-72926727002485320062009-09-26T22:58:00.001-05:002009-09-26T22:59:13.905-05:00Its starting to look like the 60s again....crazy<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"><script src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/js/2.0/video/evp/module.js?loc=dom&vid=/video/us/2009/09/24/tsr.todd.g20.tear.gas.cnn" type="text/javascript">
</script><noscript>Embedded video from <a href="http://www.cnn.com/video">CNN Video</a></noscript></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"><b><br />
</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"><b><a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-19632-Salt-Lake-City-Headlines-Examiner~y2009m9d25-G20-Summit-protest-84-people-arrested-in-Pittsburg-video">Link to story</a></b></span></span>Anthony Bonaccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067264217149406720noreply@blogger.com0