I began sewing the felt around my stretched skin. I insisted on pinning it all which Mr. B found quite amusing, and offered some criticism in regards to time consumption. I'm beginning to get exasperated with this "all commercial all the time" philosophy; I prefer to take as much time as I need with my work so it's perfect. I would not feel comfortable turning in sub-par work just because it's faster.
Here he is, with the felt skirting. I named him Bruce, after Honey West's pet Ocelot.
Bruce has a freak double hang-nail (thumb claw) which my teacher claimed to have never seen before. Pretty neat.
GRRRRR. Almost finished product.
At the end of the day we gave my squirrel another bath and used some degreasing solution to puff his coat up a bit. Major improvements.
After school I went sledding and unlike yesterday, the conditions were ideal for some stellar runs. I came across these coyote tracks on my way up to the hill.
Me, myself, and my board.
Her's me sledding. I had to listen to music the entire time or the sheer loneliness would've swallowed me whole. Walking up that hill takes some tunes to get me through it, as well. It's a pretty big hike. I was amused at how different each run felt depending on what piped into my ears. I had a slow mournful run to "The Wall" soundtrack", and amped up flying session when Andrew WK came on, and a kind of mysterious and comical ride to the "James Bond" soundtrack:
I am about a week behind on the news so it wasn't until today that I learned about the emergency small aircraft landing on the NJ turnpike. I was listening to the exchange between the pilot and the air traffic controller and found it charming that they use the term "souls" as in, "How many souls on board"? It seems kind of contradictory that such a high-tech arena would rely on a term so...non-concrete. It's charming.
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