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A sunny day for the
Fremont Solstice Parade. The best entry by far was the
200-300 naked body-painted cyclists who kicked it off. What was I doing sitting
on the sidelines? Drinking beer and enjoying it with friends on the porch
of Fremont Coffee,
I guess. Afterwards, I made it over to the parking lot of
Priceless
Works for a pavement picnic. Jesse and Adria were peddling their
wares as others literally cooled their heels in two plastic kiddie pools.
With the help of Craig, Jesse, and Olive Burd, I assembled
Flattened Can Spiral
2, which by Olive's count consisted of
439 traffic-smashed units.
(The first one had 163.) It's a
temporary
sculpture I look
forward to re-creating, but this one came to an even more premature end than
I intended when Craig
fell while being chased by 9-year-old Olive and neatly bisected the spiral.
After that it became merely a question of where to drink next. |
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