Date:         Thu, 7 Jul 2011 08:51:34 -0400
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From:         ed donnen <spliced.surprise@GMAIL.COM>
Subject:      Demons V
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Rust Demons V- The Panel
"Mix, mix, mix…LUMP," that’s the sound of me making my first modern art body
putty sculpture.  I call it "Ode to a slow mixer," using pallet, spreader
and putty.
  Try two: "Mix, mix, mix…LUMP."  Mr. Sun is not your friend here. So now I
know three things:  1. ed can't mix body putty; 2. Sun and heat accelerate
curing time
dramatically; 3. ed can't mix body putty.  My wife keeps going on about a
thing she calls, "Instructions."  She says it tells you what you are going
to do before you
actually do it.  Sounds like an urban myth to me, sort of like that "Map"
thing she says I should "read."   Better wait until the class on Wednesday
before I try putty
again, fanning my delusions of adequacy.
So off I go to auto body class again last night.  It took some time to
arrive due to heavy rush hour traffic.  A row of dots would fill in nicely
here indicating time passing,
but the reader will already be noticing…  The truck purred through the
night, en route for the dawn, like a huge living creature.   Although, of
course, this was only a
metaphor.
At class, back into the engine compartment to try to brace the sheet metal
for welding.  The designer of the engine compartment may have had comfort in
mind, but
only so that he could avoid it whenever possible: he had contrived an engine
compartment that could actually be one inch longer than your reach on the
inside than
the outside could justify.  The reach was so desperately short, like those
things you see at the bottom of rivers but just can’t seem to focus on or
touch.  You know
like frogs, stones, and Jimmy Hoffas.
I did finally manage to tack the cut Toyota panel into the side of the truck
about every 5.08 cm (LOOK, Metric!), ground it down, re-tacked.  Although I
cut three holes
through the panel, and the truck caught fire twice, (paint is funny that
way), I must proclaim I did NOT burn any holes in my socks from random bits
of molten metal.
  OK, you got me, I forgot to wear something other than sandals again, but
the hot metal betwixt my toes did teach me where Irish tap dancing
originated.
Next week- body putty for certain!
Ed- Rather than drown in uncertainty it is better to just surf right over
the top of it