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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
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