Anything for a free lunch

The sweatshop in Mia's studio.

Here's Mark Kindschi modifying the skeleton of the world's largest porcupine.

Huts or summeer houses? Come to Q2: Habitat and see!

Porcupine pelt in the making.

Carol sews! Well, cuts. It's the legs for the gulls.

July 21, and all is well.

Gluttons for punishment or just plain gluttons? Hard to know. A group of us, ladies all, answered Mia's job listing for sweatshop workers, to put the quills on the porcupines. (You can sing that to the tune of " Put de lime on de coconut....) The carrot was a free lunch. Although delicious: sesame noodles, marinated cucumber salad and green salad, with optional bread, maybe it wasn't really free. Not even if you factor the blueberry cake into it.

What we did was sew bunches of raffia onto the blanket-like pelts of the porcupines to be. All in the service of our art, it was. Even Carol Estey got to work--she was cutting out the leggings. No doubt she got that job because of her terpsichorean expertise. You never can be sure. After all, there is such a thing as pure blind luck. So she didn't have to thread the bulky raffia in the eye of a needle, even a big needle, and loop it into the fabric, pull it clear, line it up, fluff it out and tie a know so to would stick out, not lie flat. No squares. No square knots.

Meanwhile Mark was out in the Entropy Forge working on the metal frame/skeleton for the mother of all porcupines. It's on wheels. It's big. It was partly paid for by a grant from the Jim Henson Foundation. They know a good puppet when they read about one, and this is a doozy.

Having seen Cableman dance and bow in the quarry, I'm looking forward to watching the porcupine do her stuff. Should be fabulous. If you want to join in the fun, it's not too late. CALL 367-2788 and tell them I sent you. Maybe I'll see you in the quarry.