Door Knob of the Day - Special, International Edition!

Photo generously provided by the
Blogger's globtrotting Mom

We are so pleased to bring you this very splendid doorknob, just in from The Onassis Foundation Building in Athens, Greece!  Our first international submittal and it is soooooo Greek to me!

Greek yogurt is smooth, velvety and has more protein than regular yogurt: I think the same can be said for this really neat doorknob.

Rounded and smooth, it has a lot body like fine Greek olive oil.

It is also octagonal - interesting and a little sharp like Greek feta cheese.

This is a doorknob with complexity and there are a lot of complexes named after Greeks.

Perfect proportion describes this doorknob, also no arms, much like the classic statues of antiquity.

And last but not least, we would be remiss in not noting the finish which evokes the lustre of Grecian Formula.

Below, you will find a picture of the door itself and it's happy lucky partner door 

which so elevate our thinking on means of ingress and egress 

that we hardly know where to begin.

So that is where we will end.

Very beautiful Greek pórtes - thank you so much Mom for the photo.

May 2014 meeting summary

This was our second meeting at the new location, Grumpy's Roseville, and once again almost everyone showed up! Although we still haven't seen anyone from Davis, which is kind of a bummer because we totally moved here to be close to them*.

Minutes of the May 7, 2014 meeting

Following the meeting, which started and ended on time, Tom Modec of Kaba Access presented an overview of the E-Plex Wireless Access Control System.  

Summary and Tom's contact info below the break - click "Read More"

Door Knob of The Day

Once again, we are indebted to Dana Lee, CML
 for this very fine photo.  

One early spring day back in the 70s there was a single engine float plane that blew off course on the way from Duluth up to Thunder Bay.  The pilot made an emergency landing and she and (most of) her plane washed ashore on one of the northernmost Apostle Islands.

Luckily, the plane’s cargo was stock for a fishing camp and the pilot was able to retrieve the fishing tackle and booze. The island had suffered a blow-down some years prior and the dense tangle of logs and brush along with boughs from the surviving pines provided ample material for firewood and rough shelter.

The stranded aviatrix passed the summer gathering firewood, fishing, boozing and failing to construct a raft until mid-October when a fish-smoking experiment got out of control.  She escaped unharmed, but the conflagration rapidly spread through the dense brush.

Overnight, the fire consumed such a portion of vegetation on the island that the smoke column was spotted by a barge in the shipping channel 30 miles away. The coastguard was called and in a matter of hours the lost pilot was rescued and headed back to civilization to pick up where she’d left off. 

Unfortunately, falling out of the sky made the prospect of flying a plane for a living less lustrous; the pilot developed an anxiety disorder which grounded her charter business. At the time there was a new paradigm for treating psychological trauma through visual arts:  by being able to physically manifest anxiety through painting, sculpture or fiber arts, the individual could acknowledge the source and move beyond it.

Dorothea Ruth of the Port of Duluth, for that’s who it was, never did fly again.  But she did go on to have a successful career in home décor and, ultimately, a popular line of door hardware which evoked her Northern Island aesthetic: sticks, rocks, and rafts that will not float.