So I wasn't going to "blog", but since ATT hasn't come up with a plan yet that will allow me to regale you individually and without penalty here we are. Besides most of you asked for it so blame yourselves...

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Flux!

Driving home today I was thinking: I am in flux. Which reminded me of metalsmithing (Ah, Mrs. Corkill) and the tangible flux. Which actually well-illustrates the definition of the state of flux. (see below)

flux |fləks|
noun
-a substance mixed with a solid to lower its melting point, used esp. in soldering and brazing metals
-the action or process of flowing
-continuous change

Regardless, I hate flux. Flux is purgatory. I am not flux. I am steel. And not the good definition of steel either. (see below)

steel |stēl|
noun
a hard, strong, gray or bluish-gray alloy of iron with carbon and usually other elements, used extensively as a structural and fabricating material.
• used as a symbol or embodiment of strength and firmness

verb [ trans. ]
mentally prepare (oneself) to do or face something difficult

The unbending, inflexible, stand-up-straight, no-room-for-flow definition. That is me.
In fact, and possibly more accurately: I am rebar. (see below)

rebar |ˈrēˌbär|
noun
a steel reinforcing rod in concrete

I am so far from flux that I am rebar!
Hey! I should know. My dad's a mason. (note the lowercase "m" and see below)

mason |ˈmāsən|
noun
1 a builder and worker in stone.
2 ( Mason) a Freemason.


Sorry. That's just where I am today: I am rebar living in California! Yeah, I moved here. Yeah, it was a choice. I get that. Rebar is never gonna flow. Add all the flux you like.

I'll keep you posted.
k8

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