Man.
I haven’t written in a while, and therefore I suck. OK, woodshop. Last night I learned about relief cuts and the massive saw curf created by my close friend, the radial arm saw. I’m making peace with the band saw, too, although I still have bad feelings towards the table saw. One of these days we’ll all start getting along, though, and things will be good. I’m finished with almost all my cuts, even the fancy pieces, so next week I’ll bring hardware and a drill and start assembling. If this thing actually turns out, I’m throwing a party, and you are invited. I love woodshop because it’s calming. That seems strange, with all the noise and dust and machines that are just waiting for an opportunity to remove my limbs. But there’s a flow to it; the work is methodical and exacting. After cutting, I spent half an hour with the sander last night, and it was hypnotic, even though my fingers keep falling asleep today. I guess I can trade zen for nerve damage. It’s worth it. I’m makin’ stuff. Jenni P.S. Some people wait anxiously for the new issue of Hustler, but for me, it’s ReadyMade. Drool.