Sunday, November 30, 2008


I'm still trying to finish making 500 pvc fifes.

I cut them in the summer in hopes of taking them to Burning Man as "gifting" gifts.
The term "gifting" bothers me somehow, though.
Anyway, after over 20 hours I wasn't near finishing them, so I didn't take them.

I guess i could say I "gifted" my time there, spending more than 60% of my waking hours either setting up, lamplighitng, working the cafe, greeting, or helping the rangers.

So, Ive been at it another 10 hours, trying to finish these fifes for a chapel program next week. I may work on the talk for the program on this blog, I don't know.

Saturday, November 22, 2008


We are all sick, siiiiiiick.
Various stages of the common cold infecting heads, throats and lungs.

Iv'e been reading "The mission of Art" by Alex Grey. A little new-agey, but I agree with it for the most part.
I don't agree with the use of hallucinogens though.

Monday, November 17, 2008


A chilly weekend was warmer thanks to sunny seniors who hiked and camped near Foster Falls.

Friday was the Parents Association fundraiser, and the 12 pints of honey made $3k thanks to their generosity and silliness.

Now a sore throat starts to send signals of impending body shivers.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Stranger Days

Autumn brings shorter days, especially when daylight savings ends.

The past couple of weeks have been eventful:

A Halloween night camping trip in the woods next to a cemetery, complete with a dead owl and creeping cat.

A 20 hour road trip and two days in Ohio with a great group of rowdy kids to help bring in a new area of leadership, again, but in a new skin.

A cranky dear veteran instructor friend is distanced in the middle of settling dust from spinning and competing narratives.

A choke sleeper hold from a leader who fears and hears more than listens and leads.

A lovely walk in golden woods with ambling dogs and loving wife and handfuls of lucky buckeyes.

A realization of a need to be a more effective teacher, especially for advanced students.

And an ever present realization that keeping a journal up to date just isn't my thing.