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Holiday Spirit
Decorated by Holiday 3rd Ward Activity Girls.
Snowman character formed by entire tree. He has snowballs for sale. Pom poms mini snowmen ride popcycle sleds down the branches. His big carrot nose is crocheted
I bought a pink Fuji finepix for dirt cheap over the net! I will be posting more videos! I so want to take pics here when there is fog like this!
Center Camp, as the name suggests, sits in the center of the city and is a congregation point for many people. Not only does it provide the largest shade structure in the city--a blessing in itself--but it also houses numerous sculptures and paintings of varying levels of oddness. There are stages with performers doing everything from lecturing to singing to spoken word poetry. In center camp you will also find one of the only places where you can actually purchase something at Burning Man and that is coffee. Forget Starbucks, you've got playa-dusted frothy goodness waiting for you at Center Camp Coffee as long as you brought some cash with you.
Here we find some of the local wildlife participating in an evolutionary art ritual. What screams radical self-expression more than a garbled mess of Popsicle sticks and Elmer's glue? As the week progressed this tower of sticks evolved into myriad forms; none of them resembling anything you've ever seen before.
the Popcycle Icicle Tricycle delivers to Uship corporate HQ in Austin, TX - photo thanks to the Popcycle
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We took Erin and two of her friends to a party for volunteers at Shakespeare Tavern. Becky and I planned a romantic day at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens. But we forgot it was Gay Pride Day and Parade in Atlanta. The parade route ran right in front of Shakespeare Tavern. I turned a 45 minute drive into a 120 minute drive.
Trying to avoid the crowds for the parade, we headed downtown for a quick bite. Found our selves at Underground Atlanta. I have not been there in a while and boy did it look tired.
We then headed to a book store and Paris on Ponce.
Then found our selves at the King of Pops. Where we ran into my friend HWC.
We then headed off to pick Erin and her friends back up. And then found ourselves at another book store in Alpharetta.
The Popcycle Icicle Tricycle Ice Cream Bike Debut Party in Austin, TX - photo thanks to the Popcycle
Got a wild hair up my butt and decided that my Joes deserve to show off their achievements. So I came up with this shadow box using upcycled popcycle and corndog sticks, and photoshopped awards, pins, medals, badges, and patches. I'm pleased with the final results.
The Popcycle Icicle Tricycle Ice Cream Bike in Austin, TX at the Springs - photo thanks to the Popcycle
I remember this vividly, as if it was yesterday, and sometimes I even feel as afraid as I did on that day.
I was around 6 or 7, whenever it was it was just before tax was implemented on popcycles. That was when you could get an overly priced ice cream from a passing truck for exactly a quarter. This was important, because a visit to my great-grandparents always ended with a cool quarter being pressed against my little palm. It was a reward for visiting, and being good, so I thought at the time. I'd understand later it was a thank you. I happily imagine what I'd buy with it; they'd imagine happily that they could provide a little piece of joy. (A short time later, tax made ice cream 27 cents, which meant you had to go around begging for an extra two cents. 1 visit no longer equaled 1 popcycle.)
It was one such day that after our visit I'd think about what I could do with this huge coin during the drive home, but almost instantly at the moment the car door opened I'd walk over to the corner and sit in the grass, waiting for the ice cream truck. (It seems absurd now, that you could just wait in a spot and eventually some dude would show up and provide popcycles.)
This day the wait was especially long, and the boredom drove me from staring down the road, tightly gripping my financial windfall, to fidgeting and wandering in thought.
The day was hot enough for the grass to be dry, but warm enough to appreciate the cool ground. I brushed my free hand along the perfectly trimmed blades of grass, holding a stronger grip on my quarter with a little tight fist, seeing how easily it could be lost within the roots and dirt.
When more time passed, I became suddenly aware of the cushion the lawn provided, leaning back, staring up into the sky. It was a perfect blue void. As I looked into it I saw the everything and nothingness of the vast blue sky, imagining the miles and miles of unfathomable distance that occurs within that space. With complete focus, my perspective changed from looking up into a sky, to realizing up was really a relative term. This big round rock I was lying on was rotating all the time, and in a few hours I wouldn't be looking up anymore at all. Up would be down. Wait. What if I was looking down now?
Out there was all I could think about. Suddenly I started to believe that the only reason I wasn't falling into the light blue abyss was that I *believed* I was looking up, instead of down. Was gravity based on faith? Why am I stuck on this patch of grass, anyway.
I felt a fear, a loss of control I had never felt before. The fear that your perspective and reality might not mix. I mean, one day you're thinking a benevolent rabbit drops off goodies, and you feel some sense of entitlement to getting those treats, then suddenly it's all just some fun trick your parents play. Your world changes. I could not remember in this moment what my parents said about gravity.
In a panic, I felt hopeless and out of control. All I could do, the only action I could take at this moment, was to grab onto the grass. Those blades so easily pulled out in moments of boredom, indifferent to it's survival, in my little brain, were keeping me from floating away, falling really, into the sky.
But here's the thing: It worked. As unrealistic as my fear was, and equally ridiculous my desperate grasp at a solution, the idea of grabbing hold of something - anything - set my little mind at ease.
But here's the best part: As afraid as I may have been, I never let go of my quarter.