easter island

Today I'm in turch the barn painting big rocks and all of a sudden I'm channeling a bunch of what I learned in 2005 in a stone lithography course.  That's funny to me because my brain is reliably so punny in the way it retrieves data. More importantly, it's always sweet to be impressively haunted by a former professor (or classmate or student) and to have the information they have imparted resurrected in new, helpful and timely ways. The shoes are not as fancy as they were nine years ago, but what I learned from Rich Gere that summer is fancier than ever.