A Walk-On Would Be Fine
Our power is out.
Let me rephrase. One of our three lines of power is out. A brownout, if you will. The few lines that are working keep dimming and surging. Nothing works in my bedroom. It’s 1:30, I have a blowslot at 3, and right about now I should be putting my color in the pickup box. That aspect is not pleasing me.
When I went to maintenance to see WTF, I discovered our physical plant guy sitting on an extra van bench spooning something out of a mason jar and munching contentedly. This is a man who built his house with hand tools and didn’t have power for the first 12 years of living there. I would not be surprised if he threw the switch himself just to get everyone out of the dank holes they call studios and take note of the beautiful day.
You’ll never get me, Zabriskie, I have a laptop battery for at least the next 45 minutes. Possibly longer now that I’m not running the airport. After that, I start texting like a fiend.
I had such a great weekend, with a few bumps of not as great. I’d like to see Bent performed by capable actors and a production budget sometime, but maybe not on someone’s birthday. Whenever I feel down I will go to my new happy place, a cushy boat on Norris Lake in late September with a slight hangover from the night before and a belly full of Steak and Shake.
I spent a lot of time on that boat yesterday. I’ve never heard so many people in so many places around the country talk about how much they hate Mondays as I did yesterday. Yesterday, it seems, was a universally shitty day. As such, I have written it off entirely. Today is actually Monday, in my twisted little reality. And I’m going to miss my blowslot because the power is out.
God I hate Mondays.
It occurs to me, even though my name is “Glasshole” on this here blog, I rarely talk about glass. I think this is maybe because we have such weird and vaguely sexual sounding terminology I would constantly be explaining what the hell I was talking about. Sometimes I’ll say something, and then I’ll have to have a moment to ponder the silliness of the words that just came out of my mouth. For your edification, I present a small glossary.
Blowpipe – This one is pretty obvious. You can’t touch hot glass, so you put it on a long metal rod with a hole in it. And you blow through it. Usage: “Dammit, my blowpipe got bent.”
Blowslot – See also Slot. Three hour chunks of studio access which correspond to how many credit hours one is taking. Usage “You got a slot today? Can I watch?”
Box – see also Annealer. A kiln which keeps finished glass pieces at well over 900 degrees until the studio closes for the night and then brings the pieces down to room temperature over the next 24-48 hours so they don’t ‘splode. Usage:“Let’s put this fucker in the box!” “Box that bitch.”
Hole – see also Glory Hole. A reheating furnace used to keep pieces hot enough to work. Usage: “Hey, if you’re going to the studio, could make sure my hole is turned on?”
Jacks – A very versatile glass shaping tool that looks a little like really long tongs. They are usually coated in beeswax to reduce resistance when they hit the glass. Usage: “Could you wax my jacks?”
Jackline – see “Jack it in” A curve one cuts in to the neck of a piece with the jacks so as to create a weak spot to allow removal from the blowpipe. Usage: “Take this heat, hang down in the hole and turn pole while I jack it in at the bench.”
Marver – A large steel table used for adding resistance (cold glass moves less than hot glass, metal takes away heat) and shape to glass. Also used as a bench for marver muffins.
Marver Muffin – A glass groupie, usually female. Usage:“Did you see the marver muffin party in Bob’s slot today?”
Punti – A solid metal rod with a little blob of glass on the end which is attached to the bottom of a piece so you can take it off the blowpipe and work on the lip. Usage: “Cara, your punti is too hot. Again.”
Consider yourself edumacated.
Update: 8pm and still half-assed power. We must have really fucked something up. My house is one of the few houses with AC and a stove, so we've been popular tonight. I lasted less than an hour in my slot with no exhaust fans or AC, and no running water (thanks, electric water system).
A week until mid-term crits, this makes me nervous.
Fuck you, This Week.