Thursday February 1. 2001

in the company

I've been writing quite frequently in my offline journal. The journal that came first, the journal that preceded this one by 5 or 6 years, the journal that I am probably most proud of but most people will never see. Right before I go to sleep, scrawling half-asleep notions that are a lot more fluid and unrestrained than I've ever been before. I think I'm starting to approach something I like.

Yesterday my friend Chris and I went out for a little excursion to buy silver for casting. That's all we were intending to do, but it turned into going to lunch, going to Home Depot, and ended with a co-owned Dremel Tool.

Dremel Tools are sent from heaven. They come with little bits that you put in the Dremel - sanding bits, polishing bits, drilling bits. It's an infinitely useful tool that both Chris and I wanted to get, but we didn't have enough money to each purchase one. So we split the cost, $40 each, and planned on splitting the cost of another one in the near future so we can each have one. We spent the better part of an hour wandering up and down the aisles, drooling over drill bit sets, band saws and belt sanders. I never thought I'd see the day that I get that excited about power tools. I also purchased a sleek aluminum case for my metals supplies. It's chic and polished and it makes me look like a CIA agent carrying a bomb or something.

I really like Chris. He's a fascinating person, interested in mechanics and taking things apart to see how they work, and then finding a better way to put them back together again. His projects in metals always have some sort of interesting mechanism or spring or trick to them. Not surprisingly, he wants to work in animatronics. I teased him about doing the Hall of Presidents at Disney World. It could use some updating, if memory serves. Abe and George were looking a little stiff.

I spent the rest of the day (read: 9 hours straight) in the metals studio amongst the warm company of friends. I really do have good friends. Sometimes I wonder if I give enough to them. I find myself having to force myself to listen to them, sometimes, I find my mind wandering from our conversations as I think of the next thing I'm going to say. Weena, wondering where she's going to live next year and worrying about her rats which are being neglected by her brother back home in Baltimore. Chris, telling me how to download Rhino and how big the file is and how he's going to try to crack the evaluation version so he doesn't have to pay for it. Allison explaining how to solder. Vanessa getting upset when her casting didn't come out. I have to work hard on these human interactions, they don't come easy to me, but I don't take them for granted, either.

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One Year Ago:
"Hi, Mom and Dad, it's me...um, I know this going to sound stupid given that Dad was just down here today to drop off the car, but uh..I'm coming home for the weekend, because there's basically nothing to do here and I'm feeling kind of depressed, so it's...7:30, I should be home a little after 9. I'll see you then."