Cutting Brick Pavers – And Why Bother?

It is just my opinion, of course, but in all my designs regarding pathways and patios, I have sided with form as at least equal to function – and it has led me to a sense that the curved line in design is the Natural Line. I see so few straight lines in Nature that my own biases probably create curves where none existed. But really, in fact, the remarkable discovery of straight lines in a natural setting is so unique, it would be a literal feature.

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What the implications are for landscaping means adding to the work – and, yes, sometimes quite substantially. How wonderfully easy it would be to run a nice straight course of paver lines – or even cement – and just go outward from there in some nice proportionate square box. There would be no need to tweak and twist pavers to conform to curves and there would definitely be very little cutting of the pavers. As a time-saver, this would be an obvious plus. And it is, definitely, sometimes a plus. There are places for squared-off patio pieces.  Slammed in quickly, they give a functional appearance and practice. The one below, we added as nearly an afterthought.

And this patio was already there, ready to plant around, so we left it undisturbed and worked with it:

But I am about form and design as much as I am about functionality – equally, I believe.

In my experience, the curve is simply more natural and – if nothing else – definitely more interesting. Sometimes bordering on “Too Busy!” but still sort of fun.

The insertion of “elements of surprise” are another complete benefit of curving lines and the ability to adapt segmented pavers to an ideal. We do this by the act of cutting pavers to conform to lines drawn and to also when we adapt to obstructions or interesting insertions……which we also design.

Boulders, for example:

So we arrive at a simple conclusion: If we use brick pavers for our designed surfaces for walking, for driveways or for stair and wall constructions, we find out they can curve.

“Well, Whoopdeedoo,” I hear. “That’s great, Einstein. Tell us more we already know.”

Well, I get asked a lot about curving lines why I bother so much with them. I mean why cut to fit to make a more effective and attractive walkway, gal dangit? Or when you can just bend them a little bit individually to make a curving line, like this one:

If I had a choice, frankly, I would side with the “un-cut” pavers because I like the way the full sized pavers look, curving like that in a mass, like they are somehow really “in motion”.

These are a couple lightweight looks at just that:

This one below exemplifies it as much as any I ever did. It almost “moves” as you look at it. Enlarge it to really get the full effect. It is also worth mentioning that “Tumbled Pavers” – those apparently “antiqued” ones which they toss in a vat and tumble around in sand and among other pavers, smacking each other around and getting “rounded off and chipped slightly” – are the very best for curving intact. Regular pavers are pretty perfect – that ask for more uniformity.

So there we have pretty much the “Why?” of paver cutting. In order to get those perfect edges and rounded appearances out of what are basically rectangular or square origins, we need to cut them. And that is an art of its own. It takes time to develop a routine where a cutter and his set-up guy work together to produce this:

Amazing – And Another Round Of Music – Mahalia Jackson

What’s amazing is that I am actually pulling off – knock on wood – quitting smoking. My Mom will be the Happiest Girl on the Planet, along with my other friends who could never reconcile my physical output and a habit so grotesque. Day 7 beckons ths morning with a sunny disposition and only the usual few thousand demons, waiting for me to slip up. In a way, I am most certainly rejoicing but I have had such a muted personal reponse to this all based on past failures. This is fairly tough.

With that borne in mind and this desk and computer one of the primary spots for my cigarette Jones, I have decided to spend a bit less time computing. The positive side of it is that I can supply some music easily enough and enjoy doing it. I’ll need to get normal soon I guess.

This is Mahalia Jackson, friends. I was of course surprised to learn how few modern people know of Mahalia – I have a now-19 year old daughter and I hang with some pretty young folks in general. They are not really sure who she is. I hope this helps. Mahalia Jackson is the reason Gospel Music even exists. I am positive the genre was made for her alone – the single most dominating singer of her generation.

Like Pearl Baily, Nina Simone, Dinah Washington and even Billie Holliday, Mahalia Jackson represents another era entirely of the stunningly-gifted Black Female Musician in an era where there sheer ability alone was their only path to any notoriety whatsoever. Well, as you can see, Mahalia brings alot to the table in this regard.

This clip effectively ends around the 4 and a half minute mark, but I think they included all the rest just to illustrate how Mahalia Jackson could electrify a crowd. You will agree this usually-disciplined European crowd is the definition of “electrified”. But there’s no music after that, just the wonderful grand lady of song – an irreplaceable musical personality – doing some of her trademark appeal to Peace and Love, God bless her. This, my friends, is SOUL.

Mahalia Jackson:

Tobacco – And Quitting Smoking

There is no real charitable way to put this so I will say right off the bat – I am trying to quit smoking. Now, “charitable” would be describing the Tobacco plant as pretty – which it is. But today, I am on a different page entirely.

Being from Kentucky, and more specifically from Western Kentucky, there were abundant tobacco fields surrounding the town of Owensboro.  One of my earlier jobs as a human was taking our 13 to 14-year old selves out to my friend Jimmy Walker’s farm and messing with the various stages of the tobacco they grew there. I recall sitting in this very bumpy and hugely awkward old “planter”, a two-seat, two-wheeled operation tugged behind a tractor, where we would insert small seedlings into the grooves of the planting device manually – drawn from our sides where we had access to bags of young seedlings, freshly-dug. We would place the seedling into the little deal and it would poke it into the ground – “Voila! – all planted and all actually kind of cool, really.

Don’t forget, we often got $10 a day for our efforts, too – a King’s Ransom at the time. It felt like stealing!

There were many benefits to this as well, make no mistake. Jimmy’s Granny lived nearby and she made “Granny Taters”. Now, I don’t know how many of you have had Granny Taters, but let me tell you, I have been trying to reproduce those things for years now, to some very pleased eaters. Boiled in milk and butter to a specific softness, some sour cream and some more butter added later, a little salt and pepper – wow! Jimmy’s Granny obviously carved herself a niche in my life, right through the tummy!

And we got to drive stuff. We could drive a tractor on the open road, almost as if we really had drivers licenses because farm machinery is exempt. You see 8 year old’s driving tractors out in them boonies. There can be some disappointments, too, of course. Such as the time we got that tractor really moving and we were hauling a manure spreader (now there’s an exotic machine!) behind us and we tried to stop too fast or something. All we knew was, here we were going downhill, the 3 of us (the equally-idiotic Bernie Smith joined our crew for the day), and we looked left and by Golly that old manure spreader was just plain passing us up! We even got to watch it land, it’s attaching fork out in front making it take a big flip, end over end, into the brush by the road. So there were some good stories to the tobacco saga in my past.

But they are less interesting now.

I actually think I might even make it this time, truth is, owing to the condition I found myself in the other day waking up which may not sound so bad to some but which to me was the worst sensation I believe I ever had.  I felt a very sore throat complete with a rattling sound and hurting lungs – now how sweet is that? I mean, I have probably felt that bad in the past but this has finally become too much. I decided to announce it to the world so that shame itself – if nothing else – might act to keep the status quo of zero cigarettes until I can at least get by the worst cravings.

Music Interlude – Pops Staples

One of the true benefits of having your own blog is that you can pretty much do whatever the heck you want. Notice, I don’t rant on politics or even the sports I follow as a fan and participant. But I love sharing music. On a strictly personal basis, sure, it shows something about me, but that is also a part of the blogging game. Why not? A little soul never hurt anybody. There’s enough real work I have done in here to merit a change of pace. Rocks and roses are great. Sometimes. But music is always great – all the time.

I love this guy. I have always been a big Staples Singer fan – great blues/gospel music of a very American sort. But Pops brings something extra to the game, in my opinion. I am even going to place 2 videos in here – something new for me. I realize it;s asking a lot for someone to have to wade through a couple of videos, so maybe you can return and catch the second one sometime. The first is from a cute movie: “True Stories”, by David Byrne featuring an all star cast and some hilarious vignettes of American Midwestern life, featuring weird stories from US tabloids.  In this video, Pops has been called in to help a poor heart-broken lady who refuses to leave her bed until her beau shows up to rescue her. He applies some voodoo to the problem. The second one is just Pops, solo. The German Subtitles are cool, too.  😉

With David Sanborn on “Night Music”: