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So, with the recent sale of Ruffhaus and my shift to a BART-commuting lifestyle, I find myself in the market for two distinct objects. Both of them are proving stupidly elusive. Any recommendations would be welcome.

1) Backpack.

My current *tiny* backpack is a Sherpani Access LE. It's the perfect size (mostly) - it carries a small lunch, my wallet, two phones, a bunch of keys, a handful of business cards, and some chapstick. It's small enough to keep from destroying my back, yet it has padded ergonomic straps and it's held up well to almost ten years of daily use.

The problems are a) it's falling apart, and b) it looks like something a nerdy elementary school kid would wear. As I step up into a management role at work, I desperately need something more professional. But, I want something that isn't going to destroy my back in the process. I need padded straps, small but well organized carrying capacity, durability, and style.

I bought and returned a Sherpani Nova - crappy thin straps, not comfortable. It looked okay in all-black and was the perfect size but it lacked the features I want.
I bought and am debating keeping an eBags junior slim laptop bag - excellent quality and lots of organization panels & pockets, but it's about twice the weight of my current sherpani and I worry it's going to kill my back once I inevitably cram it full of stuff. It sure looks nice, though!
I bought and am awaiting shipment of a Sherpani Camden - it appears to be more lightweight than the eBags junior slim, though with decreased organizational options and a possible ugly-90s-mom vibe (have to see it in person to assess more accurately). 

2) Dresser.

At Ruffhaus, we had a walk-in closet. I installed wire-rack shelves on the back wall and everything was neat and tidy out of sigh. At the new house, we have a much smaller closet. Currently, our folded clothes are stored in the wire rack shelves in the bedroom, and they look hideous. It's like I'm back in college, ugh! So, time to purchase a nice dresser.

I particularly like the mid-century modern vibe, so I was excited about some of the dressers I found online at West Elm, like this mid-century 6-drawer option. But thankfully I visited a brick & mortar store to check it out - it turns out it's remarkably poorly constructed, with no drawer slides to speak of. The drawers just slide in and out of a thinly constructed housing, with some teflon spacers to keep them centered. Pure crap! I also checked out Wooden Duck, but all their furniture is a bit too bulky / rough-hewn for my tastes, and the hardware only a minor upgrade over West Elm.

We're probably going to buy something from Fenton MacLaren. They stock, and custom-order, high-end wood furniture made by Amish craftsmen in the US. We will pay a pretty penny for a dresser (upwards of $2500 for the nicer models) but that will get us something with high quality soft-close drawer slides, well-finished drawers, and very nice hardware.

Still, a recommendation for solid wood furniture that doesn't suck would be most welcome.


It occurs to me that James' QA-mindset is rubbing off on me. Two years ago, I would just buy the backpack that was close enough and sorta ugly, and the dresser that looked nice but didn't work quite right, and then grumble about how they didn't function the way I wanted. Now I'm willing to devote some significant time and money to finding the *exact right* solution that will work the way I need.
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Yup, shifted to DreamWidth! I'm morleyroarly.dreamwidth.org. Please find/add me if you want to keep up on all things geology / mama / navel-gazing / construction related. I'll crosspost to LJ for a while yet.
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Show of hands - who among you is considering / would consider a move to Dreamwidth? I gather from [livejournal.com profile] lilamp that it's the new cool thing because LJ's servers are in Russia.

Hassle of moving all my back archive aside, I'm curious if anyone I know would actually use it / comment / share / etc.
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Just look at these two! These are my two favorite humans on the planet. They are pretty fantastic. I think I will keep them.

james nori
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The newest "joy" of parenting, which has been unveiled this week in spectacular, snotty, tearful fashion, is the daycare pickup meltdown tantrum. The last two nights I have picked up Eleanor she has cycled from excited to see me (10 sec.) to wailing and sobbing (30 sec to 5 min) to insisting on a snack or another ride on the slide (2 to 10 min) to finally collapsing and begrudgingly agreeing to have shoes stuffed on her feet before we leave. Somewhere in there is some nursing, maybe, if she's not cramming snacks into her mouth or trying to run back to the art table so she can smear herself with markers.

In thinking / reading about this behavior, it's pretty clearly a sign of trust and exhaustion. She spends all day being "good" (and has a fantastic attitude all day at daycare, according to her caregiver) and when Mama shows up, she can finally let it all out. She also plays hard (she's the youngest kid in the daycare, and tries to keep up) and doesn't get the most robust nutritionally sound meals when she's there. Come 5:30 or 6pm, she's exhausted and ready to get home, and that exhaustion manifests as tantrums.

Key things I've learned help:
1) Mama has a good snack before leaving home to get Eleanor from daycare. Cannot stress this enough. Happy well fed mama = more patience for tantrums.
2) Patience and consistency in response to tantrums. It's a well-worn mantra of parenting, especially with a young toddler - give them structure and boundaries, and they'll respond far better than always being "off leash."
3) Don't drag out the pickup. Don't wait for her to have all those snacks, play all those games one more time, and climb into the crib to show Mama where she naps. Allow her to get ready on her own, don't drag her kicking and screaming, but also make it clear that it's time to go home.
4) Umpteen rounds of Old McDonald Had a Fortified Bunker on the car ride home can stave off the worst of the ugly-cries. Seriously. Did you know that Old McDonald has, in no particular order, zombies, elephants, Black Lives Matter activists, ducks, cats, robots, reggae musicians and vaccum cleaners in his bunker?

Parenting. Never a dull moment.
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Anyone still out there?

Debating kicking this back into gear.
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Feets. Still battling them. Yes. They are still attached to my legs, still have five toes each, and still hurt like a motherfucker if I stand/walk for more than about 5 minutes at a stretch.

I have been battling plantars fasciitis (inflammation of my heel & arch muscles) for almost a year. I've been on "no walking, no standing, ice and stretching all the time, wear rent-a-cop shoes" restrictions since March. That's SIX MONTHS. Six months of not being able to stand long enough to do housework. Six months of not being able to go dancing. Six months of not walking to work. Six months of not really participating in many social gatherings because it turns out they are mostly predicated on, you know, having feet.

Something snapped in my mind this week and I'm fed up with all this stretching and fancy shoes bullshit. I have decided that resting isn't helping, so fuck it, I'm going to try walking and standing and see if I can just abuse myself back into health. Many runners work through PF by pushing through the pain. There's also (so you don't think I'm just being stubborn) quite a bit of evidence that PF is due to "crinkling" of your plantar fascia, and that one of the best ways to "smooth it out" is to actually put more weight and force on your feet. In an even, well-supported way of course.

So today I went for a 15 minute walk in my fancy supportive sneakers. It hurt. But you know what? My feet feel just a tiny bit stronger. Maybe there's some truth to this whole pushing through the pain approach.

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The first intersection is the most dangerous. Cross Traffic Does Not Stop, and couples out walking their tiny city dogs are eager to weave their way home for dinner.

I upshift as I head down twenty-third. Toward the lake, toward the athletic ladies in Lululemon pants, toward the recycling scavengers with wide-brimmed woven hats and worn rubber gloves.

The intersection past Childrens' Fairyland is wide, spaced to accommodate a parade, a funeral procession, the turning radius of a grounded aircraft.

Along Grand Avenue, cyclists vie for first of the pack. Knobby tires grind ruthlessly past on the left. I slow to a stop, allowing a dashing elderly gentleman in wing-tips and a red v-neck sweater to claim the crosswalk.

Past the corner of Ahn's 1/2 Pound Burger where a young boy melts into the corner of the parking lot, leaning against an outsized bicycle, the seat nearly reaching his sternum. His faded blue button-down shirt and wide, straight pants remind me of the luggage porters at the train stations in India.

During sunny afternoons the corner by the colonnade is festooned with small dogs, drum circles, slackliners. At sunset the crowds have departed, leaving brimming cardboard trashcans and chalked designs on the sidewalks.

The girl can't be much older than 20, and she sits on the low stone wall at the edge of the lake serenading the sunset on her ukelele. Her red hair is matted and wispy, her skin pink with the warmth and color of the oncoming night.

Past the taco trucks at International, past the green bicycle lanes smeared with tire skid marks, past the apartment building on the edge of the estuary channel that climbs skyward with balcony after balcony, light after light, anonymous and pixelated.

The man with the plastic bags has strewn his collection across the walkway. Ratchet straps, insulated bib overalls, tangled headphones and aluminum cans. He shouts with joy as he throws his precious belongings onto the lawn.

Three police cars are parked on the sidewalk at City Hall, blue and red lights reflecting slowly off the marble walls. They lean against the hood of the largest SUV, in no particular hurry to prosecute anyone.

Fluorescent lights illuminate the entrance sign carved in gold script on rich brown wood above the mint green parking corridor of The Lakeside Regency Plaza apartments.

Turning the corner toward the north, the office buildings of downtown appear immovable against the fading grey sky. The Cathedral of Christ The Light, a giant upturned basket of wood and glass, stakes claim to the northeastern corner of city life.

I downshift as I turn left on 23rd, back past potholes and stop signs and the fragrant dumpsters behind True Burger.

The last intersection is the most dangerous. Cross Traffic Does Not Stop, and the ladies in too-short dresses and too-high heels are eager to find their parking spot and make their way to the club.

On healing.

Jun. 6th, 2014 10:26 pm
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This year has so far consisted mainly of two things: getting married (coming up in November) and regaining my health. Nobody really wants to hear about the travails of developing a guest list and picking out bridesmaids dresses, so instead I'll talk about my path through healing.

As most of you know, since last August I have been beset with a variety of fun and exciting medical problems. I fractured my tailbone last August (on a slide! at burning man! not even joking!) which set off a chain reaction all along the back side of my body. My hamstrings and calves tightened, and I had difficulty sitting for long periods. Then I worked in the field for almost two months in September and October, primarily on my feet, in work boots with insufficient arch support. This all led to a vicious and deep-seated case of plantars fasciitis, or soft tissue damage in my heels and arches.

Because I'm stubborn, I didn't take my doctors very seriously at the first diagnosis in December, nor the follow up in January. It wasn't until I saw a podiatrist in February that I started taking things seriously. I bought new podiatrist-approved shoes, I started stretching and icing daily, and I gradually began scaling back my on-my-feet time. Over the following two months I didn't improve (though at least it stopped getting worse) so in April my podiatrist gave me cortisone injections in both feet. Since mid-April I've been working primarily from home, staying off my feet, continuing my stretching/icing/shoes/etc. routine, and using a wheelchair when I am out and about.

To top things off, I was plagued with inexplicable vertigo from January through March, which led to many days of being unable to leave the house, or even my bed. And in March I was in a car accident, hit by a drunk driver, and suffered some nasty whiplash in my shoulder and neck. The vertigo disappeared as suddenly and randomly as it arrived, and I'm mostly healed from the whiplash, but while struggling with all of the above I became increasingly frustrated with myself and my health.

Healing takes time. Healing takes patience. Anyone who knows me at all understands those two virtues are not exactly core to my existence. I am impatient and stubborn, I don't like asking for help, I am active and busy as a rule. So these past nine months have been a struggle for me. I have gained weight, I have been battling the fringes of clinical depression again, and I'm nervous about James' and my plans to start a family soon. How can I be a parent when I'm unable to even take care of myself?

I struggle daily with the feeling that I am stagnating, resting on my laurels, slipping into early retirement, and otherwise withdrawing from the person I used to be, the person I want to be. In my previous post I quoted "dreaming of" writings from 5 to 10 years ago. Re-reading those writings was jarring. I recognize that voice, I remember those moments, but I have not been that person for the past nine months. I have been a shell, a shadow, a facsimile of that person, coasting along on the momentum of years of growth and challenge. Cruise control is an ugly, ugly thing when recognized in the story of my own life.

Some of this taps deeper than just the past nine months of physical problems with my body. Some of the desaturation of my personality happened through the pain and exhaustion of building Syzygryd. Some of my cynicism comes from finally pulling the ripcord and ending my deep, and deeply flawed, relationship with Colin. Some of it comes from age and a natural easing back on the throttle that was wide open in my 20s.

But I'm only 34. I am young, I am vibrant, and with another few months of healing under my belt I will be active again.

One of my fears right now is that I'll get to the end of this healing process and I won't have anywhere to go. I won't have adventures lined up, I won't have art waiting in the wings to be built. I'll just be... healthy and boring.

My body is healing. Very, very slowly. It will take several more months for me to get fully back on my feet, possibly longer. But the jury's still out on how long it will take for me to feel whole in my heart and spirit. I hope that returning to writing here is a good first step on that path.
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Lemur with a gun
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Fourth of JuPlaya, yip yip!
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Morley and Mike on the train from Helsingor to Copenhagen, August 2009. Them's some seriously confident, loving smiles. Hooray!

Photo by the fabulous Ian Baker. The entire DDI-Goes-International set is worth checking out!
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At this very moment Dance Dance Immolation is in a shipping container on a train headed for Houston, Texas.  From Houston it will be loaded onto a cargo ship and will be on a motherfucking boat to Denmark. On July 31st, a 7-person crew of Interpretive Arsonists will fly to Copenhagen and proceed overland to Skanderborg for Smukfest. We will be running DDI for four nights, August 6-9. And if that wasn't enough, the festival takes place in a forest, so they're building us a raft and we'll be running on a lake.

The team (myself, [livejournal.com profile] raindrift , [livejournal.com profile] nicoletbn , Jonathan, Mo, [livejournal.com profile] edrabbit , and [livejournal.com profile] sofauxboho ) will be working hard the duration of our stay - four days of setup, four nights running (August 6-9), two days of teardown/pack-up, a day at Legoland, then back to Copenhagen.  

The majority of the crew will be headed straight back to SF.  Something about some big party in the desert? I dunno, anyway, I've decided to spend another week and a half (August 13-22) exploring Scandinavia!  My round trip plane fare is paid by the festival, and the first 10 days we get room and board. I might as well spend a little of my savings getting a real vacation after the (totally awesome and worth it) stress of running DDI in a foreign country.

If anyone has recommendations of places to visit or stay in Norway, Finland, Sweden, Denmark, Latvia, Estonia, Lithuania or St. Petersburg, let me know. Even more awesome would be introductions to friends residing in Scandinavia whose couches I might surf in exchange for witty commentary about fire and robots, stickers, doing the dishes, and being relatively house-trained.

WOOOOOOOHOOOOO! We are now officially International Rockstars. Fuck yeah.
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The crew of DDI on Saturday night. (Well, most of us! With a few notable exceptions).

Photo by Vanessa Naylon / flickr:takeitez

Check out her set from the party, she has some AMAZING photos of DDI in action!
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I, clearly, don't write in my LJ much anymore. What with twitter, facebook and having a real job and a busy life, I rarely find the time. When I do, it tends to be scattered lists of random things. Today is no exception. I give you thirteen random events and thoughts from the last few months.

One
I've determined with some certainty that I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. More specifically, sunlight is a drug, and without it I get depressed. I'm really happy it's spring again! I love daylight savings. Having golden light streaming through the windows when I return home from work is an amazingly uplifting and emboldening thing.

Two
I've joined a gym. I've got a kickass personal trainer named Carmela - she's totally sexy and inspiring. I'm going to the gym 3 to 5 days a week - weight training, cardio on the elliptical, and treating myself to the dry sauna afterwards. The gym is halfway between my  house and my office, which makes it very easy to work out before or after work.  I joined soon after we decided to stop working on Timescale. I figured I have the free time, and no excuse! I've wanted to get in better shape for... a while now... and I finally have a good attitude about it. So far so good.

Three
This month marks my five year anniversary with [livejournal.com profile] headlouse . Five amazing, wonderful years! Five years of growth, learning, laughing together and adventuring around the world side by side. Five years of successful navigating the at-times turbulent waters of polyamory. Five years of dedication to our relationship, his marriage with [profile] nifercritter , and my own interest in finding a partner. Five years of communication and patience. Five years of fabulous sex. Five years that have seen major changes in both of our lives - from new homes, to new jobs, to new lovers and circles of friends. Here's to us, and here's to another five!

Four
I adore my tiny pink MSI wind. It is the cutest computer evar. Hackintosh FTW!

Five
I have started saving towards a downpayment on a house. With luck, I'll be buying my own home in the next 3 to 6 years. It depends where I wind up living - East Bay is most likely, but I'm also taking a gander at cities beyond the Bay Area. I'll be in Portland in October for the Geological Society of America national meeting, but don't worry I have no plans to head back to the east coast any time soon.

Six
We're running Dance Dance Immolation this coming Saturday night at NIMBY: How to Destroy the Universe Part 6! Read all about it here. Come say  hi! I'll be MC'ing later in the evening.

Seven
I got a raise yesterday. Not a big one, but enough that I feel valued and appreciated, particularly in these trying economic times. It's awesome that I get paid a handsome salary to do something I love. I commented to Claire last night, "You know, when I was in Pittsburgh, I romanticized life in San Francisco. Now that I'm back I've realized it was all true!"

Eight
I learned how to ride a motorcyle! I successfully passed the Motorcycle Safety Fundamentals class last month, and I have an appointment next week at the DMV to get my M1 license. After that, we'll see... on the one hand, I could totally buy a motorcycle! That would be awesome! On the other hand, I could save my money and put it towards that house I'm dreaming about, and not run the risk of being killed on the highway.

Nine
I've been working out in the field at  San Pablo Dam. It's a fascinating project, both from a project management standpoint and from a geotechnical standpoint. I've been working 20 - 30 hours at the job site logging solid CDSM core, choosing samples for compressive strength testing, and compiling an extensive database tracking all of the sampling and installation. Learning lots!

Ten
Spatula is doing great! Springtime agrees well with le chat - his snarfling has subsided and he spends many an afternoon sprawled across my bed, basking in the sunshine. I bought him a new cat tree and though he's not tackling it at 2am anymore, he still spends a fair amount of time scratching and gnawing at it. He'll be five years old in June.

Eleven
It goes to eleven! Last weekend marked the 6th annual Bicycle Day. We had a smaller crew this time - a tight knit band of twelve. We returned to Angel Island for a sunny, euphoric ride to the top of the mountain, from whence we surveyed the entire Bay Area. It was a beautiful day filled with good friends and good cheer. After our ride we retired to House Askew for delicious snacks and dinner, music, and the unveiling of a hidden universe beneath our coffee table.

And with that, it's time for me to take a bath and head to sleep. Farewell, and stay tuned for more in another month or three!

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Dear Timescale column artists, supporters, donors, and friends:

As you’re probably aware, Burning Man is unable to fund Timescale. We’ve discussed whether there might be room to negotiate, and there simply isn’t. All of their art grant budget is committed to other projects. This has been a disappointment, but we understand that Burning Man received many beautiful, engaging proposals, and some difficult decisions had to be made. We look forward to seeing our friends’ successful projects, funded or not, on the playa this summer.

We have spent the last few weeks reviewing our own resources, discussing possible new sources of funding, and looking at ways to cut costs. After much effort, it became clear that a mile-long art project is inevitably expensive and time-consuming to build. The time spent on fundraising would directly impact the amount of time we could spend working on the project itself, especially since the work and the fundraising would have to start immediately.

When we add in projections for what we could realistically fundraise during a recession, it just doesn’t add up. We simply do not have the resources to build Timescale in a way that’s consistent with our artistic vision. We know this will disappoint the people who were looking forward to making column art, or to walking the corridor and gaining a deeper understanding of our planet’s history. We’re all quite sad that we won’t see 27 different visions for periods in Earth’s history. We received so many wonderful column proposals, and we’re truly sorry to have to walk away from the promise of such inspiring collaborations. However, at this point we’d have to make so many compromises for the project to succeed that it probably wouldn’t feel like a victory when we made it to the end. In the words of the inimitable Nina Rawkstah, “Burnout isn’t sexy.”

Upon the announcement that we’d lost funding, the outpouring of support, care, and offers of help from the community was an inspiration. Thank you all. Please don’t consider this a failure of our community, or a case where things could be different if we’d all tried harder. The scope of Timescale was set from the very beginning with the assumption of major grant funding. If we’d been denied funding initially, we’d probably have tossed the idea into the “too
expensive” pile and moved on. As it was, the momentum we built in the weeks following the original grant announcement allowed us to consider moving ahead regardless of funding status. At this point, we’re happy to have the team, even if the project can’t happen.

Since making this decision, our task has been to decide what to do now that we have a collection of motivated, interested artists who’ve cleared their schedules to build a big project. We’ve come up with a number of good ideas, narrowed it to the best one or two, and are already doing the preliminary design work. We have fourteen people and big box of tools — only good can come of it.

– Ian Baker, on behalf of the Timescale team

PS - Some people donated money to the project. We really, really appreciate that. Your donations will be returned over the next few days.

PPS - If you’re in the SF Bay area, please join us on Saturday, April 4th at 7pm for a Timescale Wake at NIMBY^2. We’ll take sledgehammers and explosives to some of our concrete test cylinders and column models to celebrate the creativity and dedication that was poured into this project before its untimely demise.

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Six notes from the month of January:

Note 1: Timescale proposal submitted! Wahoo! Uh oh, now we have to actually BUILD it if they decide to give us a grant....

Note 2: If we get that grant, I'll need a vehicle for build season (and beyond...). I briefly borrowed a truck from a friend, but alas that won't be a long-term solution. I'm pondering an extended-cab Toyota pickup, basically a nicer newer version of BonBon with more seating room. We'll see. Saving that decision for after we hear back on grant satus.

Note 3: My cat is really, really snotty. Like, snot flying out of his nose in long nasty opaque chunky globs. Ew. However, fresh air seems to be helping him of late, so hopefully the summer will be easier on his poor congested sinuses.

Note 4: I love living in Oakland! And I love biking to work. I'm super excited for the imminent arrival of my new bike, hand-built on an old Fuji Sagres mixtie frame by my friend Tomcat.

Note 5: Furcon was a helluva fun time! Got to see M & Jovino in their element, hung out a big with Neonbunny and his adorable boy, and met Salamander and Woofie. My partner in crime was Ramon, a dapper bear indeed. Next year I'm determined to rouse a larger crew of my friends to join me!

Note 6: I finished off the month at the Fishbowl for Ed's birthday, then dancing my ass off to Amon Tobin at the Independent. After working in the field 7am-3pm on Saturday, I was feeling exhausted and overwhelmed, and doubted I'd be feeling very motivated to dance at the Amon Tobin show. But damn, every time I see im perform, he just won't let me not dance! It's insidious, his music - it 's fucking addictive glitchy evil gnarly pounding wonderful motivation! After the show I biked back to Riverton with Colin and we passed out hard. I can't hardly complain - finishing January in the arms of a wonderful man!

February is off to a roaring start - today I went shopping for tweed with Colin, preparing for the upcoming Tweed Ride on February 12th! Next weekend it's back to the Timescale grindstone, refining the concrete mix for the columns.

Life goes on, beautifully, overwhelmedly, and scattershot. Just the way I like it.

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Me, with the 12" concrete cube Timescale proposal.
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For those of you who are curious to see what I'll be building for the next eight months of my life, take a gander at the final Burning Man grant proposal for Timescale.


Here's the lovely artist's rendering, by the ever-so-talented Star St. Germain (click for full size):

TIMESCALE artist's rendering by Star St. Germain

We should hear back from the Burning Man art grant committee in late February/early March. Cross your fingers that they choose wisely and decide to fund this project!

If you are interested in getting involved, either as a column sculpture artist or as a member of the build team, let me know.

Photos of the large concrete proposal box are forthcoming once Nicole pulls them off her camera...
 


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Edwardian Ball 2009
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Skeptical disease vector at the Edwardian Ball. Photo by Binx!
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Hello all. I emailed out my new number back in September, but apparently some folks didn't get the message and have continued to call my previous 412 Pittsburgh number. The poor girl who now has my number has been somewhat swamped with phone calls and texts from strangers. She's very friendly about it, but please, update your phone books!

My new number is a 510-517 number. For the last four digits, please email me or ask a friend.

Thanks!

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