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I just got an email titled "Volunteers 2008" from a woman whose name I didn't recognize. Then I opened it, & realized it was from the coordinator for the Dublin Theater Festival (which I signed up for in the fall), wanting people to sign up for this year. Already. I want to go back! Sign me up! I'll go! I miss Ireland so much...every once in a while memories of Dublin just hit me like mad & I want nothing more than to go back. And learn the fiddle. (Dammit, I'm working on that.)
In other news I just bought another load of black foamcore for the second design project. My ideas are coming together...& I know I'm going to have to use soldering (which is hilarious to me for a variety of reasons). Sort of exciting, wielding hot guns and metal at three o'clock in the morning (probably) in the design studio. Rock.
Reading for Galileo proceeds...we roped in Bill Taylor to play the man. I am thrilled! I miss that man.
& I am getting sick. I am praying it's just a cold-type thing that goes away before tomorrow. Because tomorrow? Tomorrow is folklife! I cannot wait...my yearly slice of heaven.
In other news I just bought another load of black foamcore for the second design project. My ideas are coming together...& I know I'm going to have to use soldering (which is hilarious to me for a variety of reasons). Sort of exciting, wielding hot guns and metal at three o'clock in the morning (probably) in the design studio. Rock.
Reading for Galileo proceeds...we roped in Bill Taylor to play the man. I am thrilled! I miss that man.
& I am getting sick. I am praying it's just a cold-type thing that goes away before tomorrow. Because tomorrow? Tomorrow is folklife! I cannot wait...my yearly slice of heaven.
