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But my brain has kicked into "Old Projects Revival" week or something, so here we are. Nostalgia.
I've gotten myself hooked on glassblowing, or as someone in one of the classes I've taken described it, "meditation with lava". I went to Venice, Italy when I was 9 with my mother and some relatives, and of everything I saw, the part that was burned into my memory was the tour of the Murano Glassworks. I drove my relatives spare because I wouldn't shut up with questions (Mom, meanwhile, just let me go). So it's astounding that I can watch things like this and now realize "I...know what they're doing."
I've gotten myself hooked on glassblowing, or as someone in one of the classes I've taken described it, "meditation with lava". I went to Venice, Italy when I was 9 with my mother and some relatives, and of everything I saw, the part that was burned into my memory was the tour of the Murano Glassworks. I drove my relatives spare because I wouldn't shut up with questions (Mom, meanwhile, just let me go). So it's astounding that I can watch things like this and now realize "I...know what they're doing."
