Today's the last day of the Plaza Art Fair in Kansas City, Missouri. Sales have been just so-so, but I'm having a great time with my friend Eric Nichols and some new friends in nearby booths including John Forney and his friend Veronica and Sam Spiczka (pronounced, I believe, Spitz-ka). There was a bit of a debacle last night as random booths started going dark for no apparent reason. My guess is too much draw from individual vendors (I think John was trying to power four 200-watt bulbs-ha!) but they eventually resolved the situation.
Went out to Stretch Rumaner's bar Grinders afterwards for a late night snack.
Fun tip I learned from some guy today: powdered coffee creamer goes up like napalm when sprinkled over a fire pit. Not dumped, just sprinkled. Fun tip for Halloween.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Bank of America's Baby Bunny
Before you read this, I'm going to tell you up front this is a very sad story. A true story, but very sad.
I have been freelancing at an office a lot recently and at lunch I often hit the closest sub joint for a sandwich. On the way, in front of the monolithic Bank of America building, is a raised bed garden, made of granite and at least 4 feet off the ground filled with all kinds of plants. One day while walking by, I discovered a tiny baby bunny in this tiny, inaccessible garden. I looked all over the place but could not discover how this tiny thing could have scaled a four-foot wall to get into the garden or--as it it basically a giant granite planter--how he could have tunneled in from below. So this makes me very happy. Hurray for the bunny! He's been there every time I walk by, napping behind one of the shrubs or munching on the greenery. He always wakes up when I stop to see him, since I'm guessing I'm the only person in this city who even noticed he lived there.
Anyway, today I found him dead.
I have been freelancing at an office a lot recently and at lunch I often hit the closest sub joint for a sandwich. On the way, in front of the monolithic Bank of America building, is a raised bed garden, made of granite and at least 4 feet off the ground filled with all kinds of plants. One day while walking by, I discovered a tiny baby bunny in this tiny, inaccessible garden. I looked all over the place but could not discover how this tiny thing could have scaled a four-foot wall to get into the garden or--as it it basically a giant granite planter--how he could have tunneled in from below. So this makes me very happy. Hurray for the bunny! He's been there every time I walk by, napping behind one of the shrubs or munching on the greenery. He always wakes up when I stop to see him, since I'm guessing I'm the only person in this city who even noticed he lived there.
Anyway, today I found him dead.
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