Tuesday, June 1, 2010


I've made a huge mistake.

You might remember a certain coveted piece of eyewear I creatively repaired in December... Regrettably, I mourn their loss today.

And I don't even have a good story for this one.

I went to lovely George, Washington this weekend to take a part in the Millennial movement also known as Sasquatch 2010. It was a life-changing experience, which deserves an entire post unto itself, and to which I will give an entire post some time later.

But for now, let's focus on my glasses. I am in-the-know of a few Money-Spot(s) for storing glasses in a tent. They can be found inside the circles illustrated below:

Fear not the vision-crushing midnight readjustment, for your glasses are now safe. However, a recently overlooked error of such genius was the need to remove said glasses from their hiding place pre-tent tear-down. If I must admit to a single flaw, it might be the occasional fault in memory. I may have, this weekend, forgotten my glasses in de campana mi amigos only to have them perform the ritualistic tent shake-out-unwanted-pieces-of-earth-and-occasional-valuable-objects-into-the-big-field-filled-with-tall grass dance. My apologies dear Opticons. And more immediately, thank you Mutt for the insurance to cover my new Hyptoptics.