Repetitive motions in the woodshop

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Repetitive motions with a screw gun almost always send me down a weird road of memories. It’s the kind of thing that I “wake up from” when the task is over, like waking up from a loud dream. It’s a weird thing that I have come to expect in my day. Sometimes it’s cathartic and sometimes it’s upsetting. I’m still not sure what it depends on.

The noises of the wood shop add to the theater of the trance. When cutting wood on a table saw, for example, a large vacuum (see in right side of image, by man’s head) sings a loud tone, and the blade of the table saw comes in at another. The motions of cutting wood yield a pulse from the saw that matches your own pace. It can be really hypnotic.

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