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i ran into bob in between shoots
during my residency at cold
spring harbor lab and he took pity on me dragging all my gear
around alone in the middle of the summer heat and helped me carry
some of it. it turns out bob had lived for a while in the same LA
neighborhood i grew up in, and he also seemed to appreciate my estimation
of carpentry/mechanical skills as being equivalent to a superpower.
at this point in my life, with the utter lack of any ability to build
anything very well, and the certainty i have that attempting to do
so would result in the loss of at least one, if not more, of my favorite
fingers (really, any of them) i've given up on that particular skill.
so i view those with a gift for carpentry as possessing a certain
level of superpower. you can build a cabinet? that's magic, man. |
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