Ebay- Amazon- Google shopping. So it takes a week to get it-- buy
some & go to the next project on the to-do list. [if this is for the
last project on your to-do list, where are you? I could use some help
clumping kitty litter is frequently (but not always) bentonite. this is used
in pottery glazes and in bronze foundry work, so a ceramics supply can get
it if they don't have it.
what are you using it for?
On Fri, 19 Mar 2010 09:52:25 -0700, chaniarts wrote:
The Calamine works after the fact; I'm looking for something to protect the
skin before the fact. Bentonite supposedly does that (by adsorbing the
If only I could find a local well supply house that will sell me a handful.
I tried 3 so far but am still calling around.
If you need pure bentonite, try a wine making supply store.
For that matter, I have some excess bentonite from winemaking. I'll send it to
you for the cost of postage. If you're interested, email me at
doug at milmac dot com.
geographic names. "Bentonite" is in fact named after Benton SD. There
is no clay mineral "bentonite"; the rock term refers to the
montmorrilinite clay (predominate) with traces of quartz, &tc.
I had a friend in NYC who wanted to put a slate floor in the very
small bathroom of his co-op. 42 inches x 55 inches with a 2 foot diam.
post taking up quite a bit of space in the middle. That's about 14
Once in a while when I went to visit my parents in Allentown, Pa., I
would drive around and come across Slatington, Pa., where there were
lots of pieces of slate lying along the side of the roads. I didn't
stop to see how thick they were or if they were anywhere near a
constant thickness, or if they could be split if they were too thick.
They fell off of trucks, although maybe if I had looked harder, I
could have found some public land where some was at the surface, or a
pile of scrap. But even the scraps, while not as big as the pieces
most remodelers use, were as big as 4x4" I think. So I suggested we
go to Pa. and just gather the stuff up. This was 1976 and he had
something like a Cherokee, plus I would have driven my own car home
too, full size Pontiac Catalina. This is the kind of project he
usually liked**, even though he was a lawyer at an insurance company
and expected to earn the the money to buy "new" slate. I think he
said something about weighing too much (would it?) and I let it drop
because I don't need to go looking for work for myself.
Well, I was only going to write about the slate, but I got carried
**He did his own wiring for his co-op, which had been a SoHo printing
shop, after reading a book and asking me a couple of questions. It
passed inspection, I assume, but he didn't allow for the sheet-rock
and one or more toggle switches were covered by a wall plate and all
that was in a rectangular hole smaller than the wall plate and as deep
as the sheetrock, maybe even a little deeper. The hole was completed
with spackle, clearly put on with fingers.
Plus he mounted a 6 foot mirror in the bathroom, probably for some
sexual reason, partly on the surface of that post, which wasn't flat
and he broke off an 18-inch corner at the bottom.
Then he built his own summer house 2 hours north of NYC, on totally
undeveloped land, with no water, electric, gas, or sewer. He paid
someone to blast, and he hired one or two guys for a week or two or
three, but he did most of the work himself. I think he did pay off
an inspector in that case, because he was supposed to have a sewage
permit and the rocks were 8 inches below the surface of the ground
He bought two sets of 7 or 8 foot windows to go around the south and
west side of the houses, two stories high, and bought them with
on-site delivery. He had paid someone to cut down the trees leading
to the site and remove the stumps, but it was barely a road, and the
trucker who delivered the windows objected at first or something. By
driving at 5 mph, I could get half way up in my Catalina. You can go a
lot of places with a regular car that people say you need 4-wheel
drive for, but not every where, because the ditches got too big at
that point so I walked the last half mile.
He had a chemical toilet in the house but tried to get everyone,
including girls, to go outside for all their business, so he didn't
have to renew the little inside toilet.
All of this stuff was good or at least okay, but there had also been
clues that he was, and he later proved himself to be, an incredible
jerk in more than one way. For one thing I had to stop bringing any
girl I was dating over, because he would make crude remarks to her and
then act like it was okay. He asked one about her bowel movements.
Another was the girlfriend of my girlfriend who tagged along with us
to his Xmas party. She was a beautiful girl, an actress who played
pretty girl roles, like Liat in South Pacific. The first time he
danced with her he felt her up. She left in the middle of the dance,
and I don't blame her. He had no concern for what she or my
girlfriend might have thought about me because of that. (I don't
think either held it against me.) Maybe he could have gotten
somewhere with her if he weren't a jerk.
Maybe early signs of this was another reason I didn't push to gather
the slate for his floor.
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