magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

16 November 1999

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i started writing this on tuesday night/wednesday morning. but there were network problems. a fitting end to the evening. although it feels like so long ago now (less than 48 hours) that it's basically expired from my conscious perception.

so this is prolly gonna sound like complaining, and i guess it it, but really i'm just kinda too numb to be feeling it..

so tonight, a little after one in the morning, i finally get around to mixing the plaster for the final stage of my vessel. i've decided to cast the multi-layered copper piece that i've been working on into a large (one foot cube) block of plaster. then excavate back into it.

i've never mixed that much plaster before. [this is the end of what i wrote then.]

basically it didn't work. the plaster started setting differentially. it was rock solid in the bottom of the buckets (i was trying to mix in two five gallon buckets at once, another problem) and still very watery on top. i ended up wasting almost $20 of plaster.

earlier in the day, after studio, we had more or less finished work on our pneumatic village project. it was still short an air-lock, but everything else was done. there was a bit of tension brewing towards the end of it. i can't imagine being in a team of six or eight or twelve. of course all their structures are three or four times the size of ours.

when i came in at 230, after my plaster debacle, i realized i missed buffy. so much for my plan.