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Strategic heat-related outdoor work batching continues. Chair surgery with angle-grinder scalpel / welding this morning, inside-Shed stuff form postprandial XTREME HEATDOMEery. Did a background coat on a new canvas to paint this afternoon as well.

I enjoy painting while I’m painting but I hate the drying part, the waiting, blah blah blah: I’m impatient, always will be. Both of my main media, metal and words, are pretty frictionless - weld / write / done / the thing you put down is the thing that goes out. Add too many steps of a production process and my interest wanes. Still, painting remains a useful unsticking practice and a lesson in acquired patience – even if it doesn’t take as much as I’d like.

(I also only have one cheap paintbrush left because I’m terrible about cleaning brushes.)

XTREME heat warning through tomorrow, 2000, though I’ve been thinking it was tomorrow since this morning or maybe since last night hence today’s mislabeled Informality (though my writing is such that I doubt you could tell). Note: need to find more Flairs; dislike drawing Informalities with Sharpie.

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Domed, day two, day infinity. New vacuum cleaner arrived and is fully assembled. House vacuumed. Derbz helped, with both assembly and with vacuuming though spent most of the time barking at it.

I’m staring at a thing I want to turn into something but heat-brain precludes me from figuring out where to start / etc etc (begin from the beginning and go on through to the yeah fuck you rabbit or hatter or whichever one you were I’m under the dome here).

Three dead in a fire at a local Econo Lodge, cause still under investigation. Local newspaper so pathetic the story wasn’t written by a local reporter but one for a Columbus paper (90 minutes south) and any and all news I’m getting on it is coming from Cleveland news stations (45-60min north).

Under the dome, indeed.

a brief note on “process videos”

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I don’t and won’t make “process videos” because, one, I have no clue what I’m doing as is and therefore dedicate all my concentration to not cutting off limbs and/or setting myself on fire; and two, I’m enough of an internet boomer (young Gen-X or ancient millenial cusper that my 1981 self is) to remember the last time “share your process” was all the internet rage, back in 2006-2013, give or take, and to remember those dark days, weeks, months, and years that I was vulnerable, green, and hopeful enough to waste what creative energy I had back then on it with precisely fuckall to show for it now so pardon me if, in this, the video / hey guys era of process (videos), I’m resolved to keep my practice and my limbs to myself – though I’m sure a TikTok of an old shit like me losing a finger would be a total viral sensation but nonono/sorry: the most you’d get would be is a little run-on grotesque like this typed with nine fingers or less on the internet equivalent of a cuneiform scroll (insert blogs rool / toks drool or somesuch chant of the internet-old and infirm). Dog videos on the other hand? Count me in.

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We are under the dome (a book which I neither finished nor watched the series because clearly it’s not like we need a dome to be assholes to one another and we definitely dont need a 900-page book full of forgettable characters and Hank from BREAKING BAD being assholes to each other to see the size of assholes we can be to one another) and it is, indeed, hot.

Before the dome got too ant-under-a-magnifying-glassy, finished that piece that was going to be another piece a day later than I expected because it fell over and broke just as I was taking off the clearcoat cap last evening. As per usual: threw a table, tried rebuilding, failed miserably, decided I was too tired; took me 15 minutes to reassemble this morning. Presently clearcoated, posted here and to the whims of the algorithmic deities, and on my shelf (not sure I’d sell this one – always a good sign).

Big weird yard thing next probably, here, under the dome.