A golden slope that rolls into the lake,
Sunshine that awakes a dead soul;
A web of thoughts that seem to melt away, and clear a doubtful mind.
It’s a day of sunshine in Ithaca,
A day to be upbeat and gay;
Tis time, I dare say, to search for a new way.
Part 1: The junk that the machine shop people gave me –
Raw stainless steel
Part 2: And then i machined it to this 
Machined product 
ps: The hole is off center for a purpose Me need to put set-screw holes
Part 3: The final product:
My awesome fiber holder
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I'm a graduate student in Physics at Cornell University. I love to paint, read and work (in reverse order). This blog is the an n'th attempt to re-n-th time write a blog and keep writing!
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