don't wait around hoping someone else will create the things you want
Saturday, October 13, 2012
This morning I carried a biggish panel of glowstick "stained glass" upstairs. After it spent a long weekend hanging from an open tent in a meadow, where it was treated to plenty of sunshine, wind, and rain, it still has that outgassing-plastic smell. I fear that if we do gradually add to the Glowstick Chapel until its walls are solid panels of passive luminosity, the fumes will prevent anyone from chilling out inside it.