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More than one Barbeloid has expressed interest in my welding skeelz, which I have set out to improve and capitalize on in a community college Adult Ed course that started this past Monday and continues tonight. I welded as a sculptor in college, mostly oxy-acetylene torch welding, but this is salt-of-the-earth Union man stuff, accomplished with TIG and MIG "torches"--no fire, but a bigger shower of sparks! I will finish the first course and sit for the NYC Dept of Buildings test in December; I'll take a 4 week winter course in gas welding, and a 3 month Spring course refered to lovingly as Arc Two. That's where we weld pipes and butterflies and roller skates and pancakes-you-can-wear.
I bought all the gear yesterday (it was surprisingly affordable). I have a suede jacket that covers only my arms and chest; it snaps up to my jawbone and has pointy shoulders, and includes a detachable "bib"--they call it a bib but it's actually very flattering. I have a face shield with a flip-up dark window and head-straps that tighten with a knob in the back. A knob! I have gigantic black suede gloves. I have a wirebrush and chipping hammer. I feel like a fucking superhero. All I need now are those riding pants with the reinforced crotch, shiny knee-boots, and possibly an eyepatch (I'm working on these).
Yes, I am also going to buy some legwarmers, get a perm, and learn to dance, for my alter ego. As soon as I can afford batteries for the gypsy camera, I'll take a picture of all this and post it here.
There are 7 other people in the class, four of whom are from the "steamfitters union". Just what is a steamfitter? I shall do my best to answer that question in the near future. One of them took one look at me and said, in a friendly way, "You're an art student, right?" Yes, kind sir, I was one, but I could use a job, too!
But the best part is the teacher. He's a 7.5' black man in his 50s named Hank, with long, ropey arms and legs and a tiny body with a big gut. He looks just like I imagined that Spider-God thingie in KING RAT (the China Mieville KING RAT, not the James Clavell KING RAT). He has a scraggly beard and wears a cap that looks like an old-fashioned train-conductor's cap mated with a chef's hat, printed with furling American flags. When he called me "Chief" I got a warm flush and almost ran to the bathroom to masturbate.
I guess there's not much to discuss here, so it's not the best topic in the history of Barbelith, but goddam I'm pleased about it and I wanted to share. You don't mind, do you? |
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