As I am accustomed to

As I am accustomed to doing once every month or so, I visited two great and knowledgeable residents of New Jersey yesterday evening - Michael Elliott and Richard Santomauro. These are two of the Garden State's finest residents if you don't mind me saying so. After a 20 minute business meeting, we decided it was time to relax for a few hours. A raffle was being held for a 19" TV. The MC for the evening kept reminding us, "Don't forget, you may walk home with a full 19 inches this evening. Stick around and feel good about yourself!" I didn't win, but I still feel good about myself. Of course, a requisite visit to the diner was in order - during which I seem to remember Mike saying, and I quote, "I'm Liz." Thank you gents.

I thought I posted this

I thought I posted this a couple days ago - apparently not...

Spent an incredible day with Arielle at Sunken Forest on Fire Island this past Saturday. MTA does a package deal for $18 roundtrip which includes train, shuttle and ferry service to the island - takes about 3 hours all told, but you can sleep most of it. Had breakfast at the ferry terminal, where the local custom is to serve eggs with a pineapple slice and a maraschino cherry. Sighted on the wall:


All you really need are a fantastic sex drive and a great ego. Brains don't mean a shit.
- Captain Tony

Came back from Ellijay, Georgia

Came back from Ellijay, Georgia with some of the 1337 crew on Sunday night. Spent a total of 41 hours in the car over July 4th weekend out of 96 hours and still had a pretty kick ass time. 1337 has received a grant to teach fire spinning, particularly poi, staff, and fire eating/breathing at different places along the eastern seaboard. We're like missionaries of the Burning Man cult I tell you - it's all just a little bit scary.

Anyhow, we get down there not knowing what to expect and find a "folk" festival where "folk" is defined as a continous stream of Grateful Dead cover bands. This festival is called Boogie Fest... someone said to us "Happy Boogie!" Morale hit rock bottom. But, our Atlanta peeps saved the day by securing an ewok village type camp far far far from stage. We stayed up there most of the time eating, playing with fire, teaching workshops, and learning a balinese monkey chant (<cough> cult <cough>). Every once in a while we would descend, all 60 or so of us, into the main stage area, with the atlantans chanting and the new yorkers spinning fire. We'd show our stuff and like that <poof> we were gone. All in all a great time. Pictures to come!