(Posted Sep 3, 09:44 AM by Zac)
The day started off slow… nice and relaxing. Then, somehow, I got sucked into working on an art project of sorts with Nevin. Basically, we had to figure out how to apply sparkly stuff to plastic stuff.
A trip to the art store in search of plastic etching cream proved fruitless. More time experimenting and thinking deeply. I finally thought of using a combination of glue and die-cut vinyl stickers. We agreed that it should work. By this time it was too late to call a sticker shop, so Nevin was tasked with getting the stickers made by the time I come back down to Portland.
I really enjoy this kind of project, whatever it may be. You have a problem that requires a solution. Simple trial and error, thinking of and idea and seeing if it works. Nothing is as simple as it seems. Even though I have no real vested interest in this project, it’s fascinating enough that I was simply sucked into it. It’s like a multi-faceted crossword puzzle, or trying to build something crazy out of Legos. Trial and error. Experimentation. Fun.
Having finaly developed a viable solution, I left for Bellingham at around 8:40pm. Smooth sailing until, about 40 miles south of Bellingham, traffic stopped. It was one in the morning, and the highway was going from four lanes to one. It was walking pace (and slower) for several miles. Those several miles ended up taking several hours. Not cool. I tried engaging fellow motorists in conversation, but everyone was in their own little world. Some were pissed, others were tired. Everyone was pissed.
I finally found the house at around 2am with Tim’s guidance over the phone. That kid is always awake in the wee hours of the night (and morning). The house is located in a logistical clusterfuck of streets. Nothing makes sense. I pulled in, went upstairs, and crashed on the couch.
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