Awesome stuff.

I love that sort of practical engineering. Kind of steampunk (smokepunk?) thing.

steamhippie?

Each of the pipes had a distinct persona. We used to anthropomorphise them in all the sales literature and packaging, and each one had a very different style and tone.

So, Agent Blue, the covert pipe had a James Bond type spy persona. Superfly was drawn very much from the old blaxploitation movies. Street Daddy, I can't quite recall, but I think may have been imagined as a kind of Tarantino film character. And Kinky Blue was ... well, kinky.

Baby Blue, the first of the range was sexy and classy and dangerous.

I remember so many years ago when you were telling us about the business venture as a current thing, and at the time I was picturing these little rustic hand-formed fimo clay pipes, dirty hippie aesthetic all the way.

I'd have never had a use for one myself, but those pictures look very svelte.

Oh they were very stylish. Our Martin is a very talented artist and designer. he has an inventor's mind.

I wish I had photos of the stand he designed and built for the glastonbury festival. It was awesome.

Huh. I don't remember that.

That's a cool job, Dana, and I really like those pipes your brother designed. I'd have no use for one, but I appreciate the work that goes into designing them.

It was a cool job. Had a lot of fun. Also a lot of stress too when the business was sinking.

Overall a pretty good experience.

Popdigr has a small lathe. I might try to pop out a Street Daddy. Looks like I might can handle the work.

I may even have the material to do it.

I'm guessing 3-4 pieces, counting the swiveling lid/end cover, and the brass bowl/liner?

The word I learned today is 'bandeau'.

Ladies, you all prolly know what a bandeau is...

...Gentlemen, Please Click Here.

You're welcome.

Today's new word learned is "apocrine". Interestingly, I learned of it when reading an article in the Washington Post about a reporter who, as an (ill advised) thought experiment attempted to argue Akin's side of the his recent dumb-fuckery. But when I looked it up, I found that it was used poetically, if improperly. It was meant to convey a sweaty mess, but sweat glands are not apocrine glands except in name only for historical purposes.

The story.

The definition.

Apocrine, holocrine, merocrine ... I'd say Akin's mess was holocrine - destructive of the cell wherein it originated. Hopefully, at any rate ...

ha

he wishes/thinks/has been misinformed that it's holocrine.

the article actually talked about the reporter who tweeted in rhetorical defense of Akin. After being reprimanded by the Washington Post editorial staff, they say he'll be an apocrine mess when he has to face his co workers knowing what an ass he's made of himself and the embarrassment of the organization.