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I like Cynthia Morgan a lot. Not the least of reasons is that she frequently does what I think I need to be doing before I do it. So it was today.
Last Friday afternoon Dan and I had dashed up to Seattle for the annual Pilchuck auction. It was everything it always is: brilliant, energetic, a snapshot of the glass art scene caught in a much too fast moment one Fall evening each year. |
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You may have noticed that Bullseye’s launched an eCommerce site where you can buy the full line of Bullseye Glass and Other Stuff online…yes, from the privacy of your own home, office or iPhone (I suspect that only Cynthia is capable of THAT particular feat). It’s still in the “soft launch” stage as the IT people fine tune the software, but I couldn’t wait. I don’t care about software (ignorance is indeed bliss). I wanted to find out what the packaging was like! So I ordered up a bunch of stuff. And unpacked it.
Dan is used to finding inedible stuff on our dining room table. This lot beats all. I wanted to see whether a) the sheet glass would arrive intact, b) it would arrive in a timely manner, and c) I could find something WRONG with it. |
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Yes, it’s approaching four weeks….and just when I thought it was safe to go out , I got a Google alert a couple of days ago that shot me right back to GAS – a favorite, often-edgy Canberra based blog with delayed coverage of the Moje demo at GAS. I snagged this snap (apologies for the thievery, Megan) in order to answer a couple of questions that I got asked daily during the conference: Q#1. What’s the story behind the cool Moje T-shirt?
Why not get it off your chest? Better yet – put it on. Klaus Moje and Yoko Yagi make a sartorial statement at GAS Portland. |
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I know I promised to write about the GAS conference. You’d think that I’d have something to say about a project that consumed over a year of my life. Maybe a simple BESTS & MOSTS list like Cynthia’s. Oddly though, my BESTS were a little too much like my WORSTS. Stuff like: EIGHTEEN HUNDRED GLASS FANATICS…
…craning for a view (the bleached head in the upper right-hand corner of the frame is me), I can’t deny the rock-concert allure of mobs watching really good blowers (and Paul Cunningham doing a Moje roll-up fills that bill brilliantly). But somehow, conversing through a bullhorn lacks a certain intimacy.
…even if Dan seemed to enjoy the hell out of herding hundreds of compliant souls around the factory. I appreciate the organizational steroids it takes to manage a project of this size, but I came away from GAS with a heightened appreciation for conferences on the scale of Ausglass‘ or North Lands’, where human contact doesn’t mean having your hand ground into the steel bleachers by some kid’s Doc Martens as he scrambles for a seat. OK. Clearly I’m still in GAS rehab. I WILL try to find some less curmudgeonly BESTS in a day or two. For now, I’m off to confer with the most appealing crowd in THIS neighborhood.
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It’s been exactly two weeks since GAS ended.
My exploded water pump seemed an oddly appropriate way to cap the Year of GAS. I certainly didn’t manage to cap it with any running commentary. Sorry. It was just all too overwhelming. And – as usual – Morganica covered so much of it so well. I really liked her BESTS and MOSTS. I promise to post a list of my own…soon. But right now I need to get to Helmsdale. Right now I’m 9/10ths of the way there. And here comes my train. Later. |
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OK, I admit to being a Google Alert junkie. Today’s alert for Bullseye took me out to a site run by a former BE Girl, Laura James.
That’s Laura, fifth from the right, wedged – before she escaped – between a gaggle of other BE babes at last summer’s BECon party. |