I broke a glass today. I got it in Portland, OR. It was a nice glass. Thick walled, hefty little guy. Too bad I broke it. It was sitting on top of the other dishes, waiting patiently to be put away. Suddenly, out of no provocation of my own, it decided there was nothing left for him in this cupboard. He took a dive into the white abyss that is my sink. He jumped loudly, taking a teacup with him, but the teacup had a will to live. They clattered around for a while, the glass breaking into little splinters and large shards, the teacup staying strong, always looking for tomorrow. When the silence once again settled on the sink, we all knew there was no saving the glass. He had wanted to end his life, and nobody could have stopped him. What a sad way to go. Let us pause for a moment of silence for our fallen friend, Glass with Blue and Grey Stripe.
In stark contrast to this episode, I did some productive building today. I had all my parts I needed to measure out and cut the metal back plate for the amplifier, what I think I will call the "whisky amp". I had my metal cutting blade for the jigsaw, the hole sizes all figured out, the dimensions drawn out. I had previously tried to drill some holes for the RCA jacks, but they came out crooked and kinda ugly, and the only hole I drilled for the binding post was in the wrong place. So I turned the piece around and used the other end of the metal. This was a pretty good idea, as the end result turned out pretty well.
I was cutting the piece off from the rest of the sheet using the jigsaw, and I realized that stuff was hitting me in the face. And it was dangerously close to my eyes. So, being the safety-conscious person that I am, I put on my safety goggles that I keep handy. You never know when you'll need eye protection. And because I was making more noise than OSHA allows, I whipped out my earplugs from etymotic research and worked in a much more comfortable 70dB environment. It looks pretty nice, the panel does. I should quit school and become a machinist. They make money like a machinist turns out parts.
Mandy and I made shaved ice tonight. A little dessert. We had a mango from when her parents had come, and it was just ripe. We cut that little guy up and ate him like it was monkey brains. I think that sweetened condensed milk doesn't agree with my system. But it's so dang delicious. I don't think I could have shaved ice without it. The things I do for a couple minutes of fleeting pleasure.
Sometimes I wish I could write in a coherent manner. You know, stick to a topic. I guess that's really not for me.