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Tuesday July 30, 2019 subscribe |
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I'm not sure what triggered it, but on a
70-hour coach
trainride from Oakland to Rochester I became
obsessed with building me some custom
bookshelves. I spent hours drawing and doing the
math, a symmetrical design with oversized end
nooks to accommodate larger volumes and a lava
lamp. That was 1990, and it came to pass, nice
enough white pine unit that followed me from NY
to Baltimore and back; regrettably jettisoned
upon move to Seattle. So when I got started in
the trades at turn of the century, I wasn't
utterly clueless--only very nearly so. I stood
agog on that first "site" trying to process the
big picture, trained myself to look at
structures from the ground up, broke down each
element from foundation to rooftop, imagined my
eventual progression: 1) Learn what to do 2)
Master the tasks 3) Do it faster. Now, 18 years later, sometimes, on some days, it all goes so easy and transparent. |
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