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Thursday, December 21st, 2006


Yawwwwwwwn.  Just got into Cali.  Haven’t written in forever, but that’s just because I’ve been out trying to collect some good blog stories for you (oh and finishing finals and getting ready for the ITP show).  The last few weeks are a little fuzzy to me now-- but I’ll try and remember the best I can-- here goes....


Lets start with Thursday.... err.... like two Thursdays ago-- I met up with Monica and Dale at this bar called Arlene’s Grocery. Dale = special guest from Cali.  Forgot my camera but managed to take this phone-cam photo of the two of them with the Virgin Mary (It’s Christmasy no?).  Anyway, the big news that night was that Monica is engaged!


Here’s a photo of the happy couple.


After hearing Monica’s engagement story, Dale started telling his engagement story, and we reminisced about his wedding and all (shown above!).  All this talk got me thinking about what sort of engagement story I would want-- you know, the “just the two of us” thing or the “announced over the loud speaker at Madison Square Garden” thing.  I decided I want a wedding sack.  You know, where the guy throws the potato sack over the girls head and drags her away.  (SEE BORAT!) Mr. Wonderful if you’re out there somewhere I hope you read this one day, cause *that* would be so awesome.


Saturday was Monica and Elissa’s Birthday Spectacular at Fontana’s.


The night was tons of fun.  After I dodgeballed lies a message about 1AM mud wrestling, everyone started to show up. First Dale and his wife Liz.


Then Songul and Dave.


Kate, Victoria and Michelle.


As the night progressed eventually Monica passed out on Dave G.,


Josh and Michelle enjoyed PBRs while waiting for Dale...


...to get out of the bathroom.


And then there was Elissa who just


kept


drinking.


Sunday was the ITP Show. Cruel, cruel Gabe left poor Pecan Jackson and some other ITP’ers stuck in jars for the whole show.  Just look at the little guys trying to get out. So sad. PS- Gabe makes some crazy awesome videos- you can check em’ out here.


This 3D LED display called “The Orb” was done by Nick Sears It was sort of beautiful.


Chris Paretti’s “Speed Dial” lets you yell into a phone to control cars on a race track.  It was a huge hit with the kids.


Andrew Schneider’s “Solar Bikini” cools your beer and charges your iPod at the same time. A list of all ITP show projects here.  Flickr action here, here and here.


My project was called ”The Human Race.” I made callers on hold compete to be the first to speak to a human.


A bunch of ITP Projects were featured on Rocketboom which was pretty sweet.  I kind of sound like a dork, but I was excited to have mine included.  You can watch the video here.  After Rocketboom I started getting calls from all these weird area codes.  At first I figured they were just wrong numbers, but then I realized people were testing out The Human Race (My project connects the caller to my cell phone at the end of all the menus).  I thought it would die down, but then somebody posted the link on Meta Filter.  People were leaving pretty funny comments, you can read them here.  Since the Meta Filter thing I’ve been getting calls from all over at all hours.  I decided to start answering all of them so I’ve been talking to a bunch of randoms which is kinda fun.


Monday was the second day of the show which ended at 9PM.  After that we had to put the floor back together.


Pretty sure I contracted a few diseases from breaking down Andrew’s cup sculpture made entirely of used coffee cups.  A good pic of the whole after show clan here.  Don’t ask me why everyone is holding cups of grass.  It just seemed like a good idea.


Washed my hands, then went to a midnight feast in Chinatown.


Then on the the ITP show after party at Fat Baby.


Bisceglie was giving me the “don’t take my picture” look.


While Jenny was lovin’ on Mo...


...and Pecan Jackson who claims he’s “no longer smiling” for photos.


Gabe was dancing up a storm.


Paretti was throwing back beers.


And Paris was getting kisses.


All in all it was a good time, didn’t get home until the wee hours of the morning. Next up in the blog que- Mommit visits NY.  I don’t have the energy to tell the story now, but I’ll give you a preview:


Awesome.