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	<title>Comments on: Where do you make all that beautiful stuff?</title>
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		<title>By: Greg Bacon</title>
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		<dc:creator>Greg Bacon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 17:44:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In my old slab home I practiced in my garage. Since there was no basement the garage was the only quite place I could go after my kids went to bed. Also, because it was a slab we had very little storage space and, consequently, we kept all the things that wouldn't fit into the house  out in the garage. It was really an unpleasant mess. It would also get real cold out there during the winter. I had this shop light hanging around that I would put on and point my direction on the coldest days. If I stood close enough to it I could keep my hands warm while playing. One evening I was sitting out in the garage playing through some tunes on the 'ol guitar and a mouse ran between my legs. I thought, 'hmmm, that was interesting'. He never bothered me again. Happily, I've moved to a new house, with a basement, and I now have heat, which, ironically, causes other problems. Also, I noticed the other day that the mouse has followed me. Ned, you got me thinking and I decided to put together a more detailed look at my workspace over at baconworks.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In my old slab home I practiced in my garage. Since there was no basement the garage was the only quite place I could go after my kids went to bed. Also, because it was a slab we had very little storage space and, consequently, we kept all the things that wouldn&#8217;t fit into the house  out in the garage. It was really an unpleasant mess. It would also get real cold out there during the winter. I had this shop light hanging around that I would put on and point my direction on the coldest days. If I stood close enough to it I could keep my hands warm while playing. One evening I was sitting out in the garage playing through some tunes on the &#8216;ol guitar and a mouse ran between my legs. I thought, &#8216;hmmm, that was interesting&#8217;. He never bothered me again. Happily, I&#8217;ve moved to a new house, with a basement, and I now have heat, which, ironically, causes other problems. Also, I noticed the other day that the mouse has followed me. Ned, you got me thinking and I decided to put together a more detailed look at my workspace over at baconworks.</p>
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