Worked on these weird orange castings tonight, I finished one, and made serious progress on the other.
but the important thing is that my parts look a lot better than the guy who runs my mill on days parts.
These awesome photos, in which rolling waves appear to be both perfectly frozen in time and miraculously made solid, are the work of French photographer Pierre Carreau.
Carreau “shoots waves with a variety of high speed cameras using various macro and wide angle lenses, capturing water shapes that appear more sculptural than liquid.”
Nigredo. I am entirely tired of looking at this thing, so I can’t be bothered trying to take a better photo. Details shortly over at strange-gods.
And now on to a thorough battery of character studies. Anyone interested in sitting around for a few hours?
Here is a piece of stained glass done by Gerard Baines as his exam piece retraining in stain glass art. Pretty cool!
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“No one could make a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little.” -Edmund Burke
I can’t believe the shit that happens at my work sometimes. We still get a lot more done than day shift does, because we have to answer our own questions, and it’s a lot less political, but man, we mess around a lot.
It’s basically like working with all of the trouble makers from high school. But the cool, smart troublemakers.
They’re always finding new ways to pass the time, and startle each other.
I hear firecrackers, stuff being thrown, and guys yelling obnoxiously, literally all through the night, and ten different radios blaring.
I love my job.
David Foster Wallace was like, Art must be sincere! We must use every tool in the linguistic toolbox to cut through sentiment and dishonest cliche and build fresh ways to reveal the power and reality of unironized emotion.
And Mister Rogers was like, Basically the same thing, but without any shame or pretense or fear of sincerity.