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Apr. 14th, 2003 04:41 pmMetaphorge wrote in hsi journal about technopaganistic eqivalents, which got me thinking again about making stuff. This is a good state to be in, as I havne't really thought much about things for anything other than classes in ages. Since Winter break, I think.... It's been way too long. Haven't even drawn, written, or photographed anything for myself in months. I'm not sure if photos of my grandmother's cloooapsed barn really counts, being as it was done for records. And anything artistic I get out of it is more of a requiem for it. More on the barn later, most likely. I'm supposed to help rebuild it. That thought scares me, in odd ways. I know nothing about construction.
Assuming that I'll be taking some metal working classes at New Paltz, I'll probably end up doing some weaponry in addition to other things I've contemplated. And one of the ideas I really want to try is to actually make a knife that Remy was talking about, out of one of Gibson's novels. A motorcycle chain was pounded into a blade that ended up looking like damascus, and mounted in a handle made of circuit boards. He wants one, and I want to see if it can be done. It could be neat.... I really like making things out of junk, for some reason. It calls to me, like it knows it was useful in the past and wants to be so again. I want to make as well some sort of small knife out of some broken glass, though I don't know what the handle will be yet, guess i have to go out on another walk and find something nifty for it. :) I have a mirror for scrying in (sort of. I'm horrible at it.) that I found shattered in my grandmother's woods, and has a really weird long story attatched to it that no one would believe, and that reads like something from Charles DeLint. Perhaps in this same metals class I can actually make the base for the chalice thing that I want to attatch to the oyster shell I saved from a dinner. The thing I use as a sword like thing is a large rusted piece of metal that I pulled out of a fallen tree that had rotten to soil through most of it. Gods only know how it was still tree-shaped. I don't have robes, aside from a rather oversized biker leather that serves as armor. One of my friends commented that he had no idea how I managed to make it look like a cloak.
I've tried working magic in the wired, and it doesn't work so well for me. Power lines, houses, old junk, this is the part of the city that works well with me. Things that blend elements created by human hands, and the wild. If it's decaying, I can use it. I can usually convince a car to behave properly. This is useful, in a great many situations, as despite the fact that I don't drive a great many of my friends do, and several of them in the past had really shitty cars.
It's time for bed. I want to make stuff though now, dammit.... And I want to go for a walk in the forgotten bits of Prospect park and find some more raw materials half buried in the mud. Perhaps during spring break.... Anyone else want to come?
Assuming that I'll be taking some metal working classes at New Paltz, I'll probably end up doing some weaponry in addition to other things I've contemplated. And one of the ideas I really want to try is to actually make a knife that Remy was talking about, out of one of Gibson's novels. A motorcycle chain was pounded into a blade that ended up looking like damascus, and mounted in a handle made of circuit boards. He wants one, and I want to see if it can be done. It could be neat.... I really like making things out of junk, for some reason. It calls to me, like it knows it was useful in the past and wants to be so again. I want to make as well some sort of small knife out of some broken glass, though I don't know what the handle will be yet, guess i have to go out on another walk and find something nifty for it. :) I have a mirror for scrying in (sort of. I'm horrible at it.) that I found shattered in my grandmother's woods, and has a really weird long story attatched to it that no one would believe, and that reads like something from Charles DeLint. Perhaps in this same metals class I can actually make the base for the chalice thing that I want to attatch to the oyster shell I saved from a dinner. The thing I use as a sword like thing is a large rusted piece of metal that I pulled out of a fallen tree that had rotten to soil through most of it. Gods only know how it was still tree-shaped. I don't have robes, aside from a rather oversized biker leather that serves as armor. One of my friends commented that he had no idea how I managed to make it look like a cloak.
I've tried working magic in the wired, and it doesn't work so well for me. Power lines, houses, old junk, this is the part of the city that works well with me. Things that blend elements created by human hands, and the wild. If it's decaying, I can use it. I can usually convince a car to behave properly. This is useful, in a great many situations, as despite the fact that I don't drive a great many of my friends do, and several of them in the past had really shitty cars.
It's time for bed. I want to make stuff though now, dammit.... And I want to go for a walk in the forgotten bits of Prospect park and find some more raw materials half buried in the mud. Perhaps during spring break.... Anyone else want to come?
