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This does not even begin to cover the weirdness of cathode ray televisions.
They are literally particle accelerators that you point at your face.
And for eighty years, Americans' favorite thing to do was turn them on and stare at them for hours.
If you overcharge them, they emit gamma radiation.
Servicing them is like disarming a bomb -- their capacitors are enormous and are usually charged to hundreds or thousands of volts, and most of them have no bleed system that drains that charge, meaning that they can still be dangerous months or years after the last time they were powered up. A discharge can not only electrocute you, it can cause tools to melt or explode.
A black-and-white cathode ray TV driven by an unmodulated analog signal is theoretically capable of resolution that would require a microscope to perceive.
Old school CRT monitors had the same issues.
Back when, I worked at a small whitebox pc manufacturer. One day, a service tech brought back an older, gigantic (30 inch or so) AutoCAD monitor from a service call. The customer said "Made me feel nauseous"
So, we put it on the bench and fired it up. You immediately felt the hair on your body stand up, and my co worker put his hand up close to turn the power off, and his hand and forearm started spasming - I yanked the power cord from the wall as the tingle I was feeling began to feel hot.
No idea what was wrong with the thing, but it was kicking out some serious electro magnetic radiation.
Remembering the almost imperceptible high pitched buzzing that let you know the tv was still on even when nothing was on the screen. Also putting your forearm near the screen and watching the hairs stand up
The little crackle if you touched the screen to wipe it...
Omg no one's even talking about the smell of the screen
This is both horrifying to read and nostalgic
I firmly believe in art you should focus on quantity over quality. Specifically becaue in the process of creating quantity your quality improves and by striving for quality you can very easily hit blocks because you get so caught up on perfectionism. You should be willing to make art that is bad and be comfortable with that potential. If you put your everything and all your time into one single thing that needs to be perfect and it comes out bad that could very easily disuade a lot of people from continuing. Spreading that out among a handful of pieces of art will make you less precious with them and if something fails then you learned from it and move on to the next thing.
The big distinction here isnt you're working like a factory you are shifting your focus on how you create from single large projects to a collection of smaller projects. Or maybe a few small projects and one large project you spread work evenly between. Think of it as how potters work. A potter will make 50 plates and without hesitation smash the 15 that weren't working. That isnt wasted work, you sweep up the pieces and recycle that clay back into your bucket of slip. At the end of the day you have 15 more plates under your belt and maybe the next time you make plates you only throw away 14.