My first class at the Ny Art Students' League began this morning at the sinful hour of 8:45. The welding studio is located in the dank, dripping basement of a chateau-like 5? story building on West 57th St. There is a sign in the cafeteria to address some apparently frequent question "We will not sell individual slices of ham, turkey, or cheese." After a safety briefing, "don't search for leaks in the gas lines by the light of a lit blow torch", and a demonstration of technique, I was handed a metal wand with a licking footlong tongue of orange then blue flame and some scrap steel to partially melt and fuse.... which was what I guess putting together Legos on Heroin might feel like. That was OxyAcetylene, later is MiG, TiG, and Plasma welding. Thinking I might make myself a coffee roaster.
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