“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds…” R.W.E.

Here is a partial list of things to do:

• Boat tracks: design, spec and build
• Bubble lights: design, spec and build
• Hump seat: design, spec and build
• View Hole: design frame – get mirror from MC, projector from KC and find an RP
• screen
• Scott monitor swing arm - design, spec and build
• Video distro – what? How? Who?
• Audio design – get basic system in place
• Get follow-spot
• Merry-go-round – Scott
• Clear curtain in the front? see McMaster-Carr
• Clear curtain down the side? Again, see McMaster-Carr
• Mount for record player in Erin’s boat
• In boat lighting
• LED eye lights
• Put up front lights (after m.go-round)
• Other lighting???
• Test moon off DSL mast
• Swing curtains (Erin’s on it)
• mid-stage curtain??? – if so, design, spec and build
• round séance table for hump
• send out letter to presenters
• arrange intern interviews (begun)
• fix heating – take roof off BR
• review, rewrite intro.
• work on chp. 119
• record fair – look for te cara on 78rpm
• Eric costume: point shoe for Ahab leh
• Eric costume: hair hat?

Now, to shovel a few more things into the boneyard. I am cheerful and believe that what I’m writing is something other than hurling debris around the landfill. Do you remember the landfill? It was wonderful to walk through the woods to the backside of the landfill, coming out of the forest at the base of colossal mounds of crap where beautiful wild gourds grew. Like all things not swallowed by the sea, that landfill has become a grass covered burial ground leaching noxious gasses (the particular landfill I am referring to was in Beverly, MA).

What does this have to do with a Radiohole? Say you are walking over a landfill, now gone green. You might be horny or hungry or angry or all three or maybe something else – maybe you’re on LSD. You might be walking along putting up a front so that know one knows you are horny or hungry or angry or on LSD and you might be thinking about how to make an art that will make you fashionably horny, hungry, angry and more often than not, on acid. You’re thinking how to make an art that can do this as well as mystify everyone as to what you may think and feel in general. You are walking along like this, wishing you were David Thomas because he’s more talented and interesting than you are, you’re about six inches off the ground and the dirigibles are drifting silently overhead, reminding you of album covers. Beneath you, at a depth of only a few feet is a Radiohole festering in the gaseous bladder of a former cod fish (who, in it’s life, hated you – it knew everything about you) and suddenly it explodes and it occurs to you that you wish you never thought of the day you will die.