Fabrication Magic

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One man's magic is another man's, --- , well, I guess it is a kind of magic too.

Submitted: August 14, 2017

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(The setting is the family room of a house in the suburbs. A younger man is sitting on a plush couch and an older man enters the room.)

 

"What is the matter Son? You look like you have got a load of trouble on your shoulders."

 

"Oh I'm just board with work, Pop, there is just no challenge to it anymore."

 

"Well Son, creating designer furniture for wealthy clients should be very rewarding. Why isn't it?"

 

"It was, in the beginning, but now it is just the same-o, same-o."

 

"Well you have some money stuck away, Son, and you are still young enough, so why not take a break and try something else?"

 

"That is just it, I can't do anything. Hell, I don't even do what I do, I mean, it's like magic!"

 

"Magic? What kind of magic, Son?"

 

"Well, let me go back to my school days.

Remember when I was 15 and I had wood-shop in school? Remember the chair I built for you and Mom?"

"Sure do, we still have it.

"Well I didn't build it Pop.

I remember looking at some magazines and trying to get ideas on what to build, as if I could build anything, and when I looked at a picture of a chair that I liked, Poof, it appeared."

 

"But you design your own furniture, there is nothing like what you come up with Son. So what do you look at to do that?"

 

"Oh, I just download a drawing of any piece furniture on the computer. Then I stretch this, and shorten that, and maybe twist something, you know, until it looks right. After that I push print and I just focus on what I printed.

After a while, (Walla!), it just appears."

 

"My Boy, I am happy top tell you that what you are doing is not nothing, even if the end result comes by way of magic.

I am a Tool Design Engineer, and when I am given a project I look at past designs on the computer. Then I stretch this, and shorten that, and maybe twist something, you know, until it looks right.

After that I push print and send."

 

"Send, where do you send it to, Pop?"

 

"I send it to the Tool-room where the (magic) Tool-Makers live. And you know what happens? Walla! After a little time the tool appears in my office.

So you see, you are a designer, even if you don't build the furniture yourself.

Now, have you ever tried this magic with kitchen remodeling? Your Mother has been hounding me for years to have the kitchen re-done, and ..."

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

08-12-2017


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