arctic processing

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Arctic blast continues its arctic blasting amidst mountains of shoveled snow and my patience for being creatively empty (brought mostly by it being too fucking cold in The Shed to think how I like to think – staring at random scraps of metal (or paper, or words) without a single notion of what I’m going to make until a semblance of potential comes to mind – for more than two minutes at a time) is at a low ebb. While it’s nice that I can occupy myself with writing things for this space and making my way through Stone and Chester drum exercises, I’d much rather be out there making shit without plans and batches and/oh hell I’m just being a bitchy old grump this morning.

While Ann Lamott would tell us that being creatively empty is a chance to fill up again, how, exactly, to refill that empty has been and continues to be the question: the ways that used to work no longer work. Perhaps these postings are part of that refilling?

snowmahgerd26, update 03

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Snow has stopped / final clean + shovel of all paths and panels / RIP metalshack, but it’s all good: since I moved shop to my front Shed porch, metalshack has served as a scrap storage space. Had planned to take it out in the Spring to make room for something else behind the shed. Still, lots of process memories and creative development occurred under the auspices of its ramshackle embrace.

greetings, minifeeders

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A break from exhaustive snowmahgerd shoveling to wave 👋 to anyone who might wander into my small little corner of the internet via minifeed. I'm Tyler, and this is where I share the things I've thought / built / made; these are the principles to which I try to adhere. Hope you enjoy this peek into my brain, or, as William Gibson would term it, my personal micro-culture.

snowmahgerd26, update 01

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According to the schizophrenic Apple Weather app, 8.2” has fallen in the last six hours. I’ve already shoveled one path out to The Shed (with Kirby’s helpful as ever help) and will, following second caffeination, give it its second enpathening to reach said Shed for solar panel cleaning; aiming to clear them on The Shed every few hours as I’d rather deal with four inches than a foot and a half with a 20-foot window washer thing tomorrow morning. Fortunately, we’re supposed to just get a fuckton of fluffy snow, so ice (FUCK ICE with that 20-foot window washer thing extended and spread) won’t be a problem. Collection dusting later; pretty sure the dust layer is the same as the projected snowfall.