Steph can fit in a clown car!
Good job Steph.
Everybody loves a clown car.
Special thanks to my trusty assistant David. David’s first job as intern was to put together my new filing cabinet and then carve eye holes in the box. You’ll go far David.
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Tagged 2014, box, California, David, eyeholes, intern, What I do at work.
Posted in Fans Fit Too, Uncategorized
Tagged 2014, Canada, entertainment center, Professor Parker
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Tagged 2013, boy in a shoe rack, Minnesota, shoe rack
You may have seen in the news recently that an American exchange student got stuck trying to fit in a vagina sculpture in Germany.
The artist, Fernando de la Jara, had this to say, “It’s participatory art… It should be entered.” It’s just that, since the sculpture was installed in 2001, no one’s actually gotten stuck. “I believe [he got caught] because he had a lack of coordination” de la Jara said. “Or maybe it was a lack of sensibility.”
Leave it to experts, kiddo. THIS is how you fit a giant vagina sculpture.
Been there, done that.
See more fitting in forbidden art here.
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Tagged 2013, fitting in - FAIL, Nelson Museum of Art, vagina sculpture, vagina statue
This post has been smoldering for awhile. It took a few months to sniff out the photos (note to self: use only my camera).
A great thing about my neighborhood is that everybody knows each other. We have a neighborhood contact list. And block captains. And block parties. I have never experienced this before.
On Independence Day they (the block captains?) get a permit to shut down the street to cars, and everybody brings food, and one of the People With Children rents a bouncy castle for the whole neighborhood, and everybody gets drunk by noon on Chardonnay, and nobody has to drive anywhere. It’s fun, in a suburbia kind of way. And people seem to like us.
Anyway, there’s an initiative here on the peninsula to raise awareness about the dangers of fireworks – like hey don’t shoot off bottle rockets and accidentally burn down an entire wilderness area. If you contact the fire department and let them know that you’re having a block party, they’ll send a firetruck to visit your block.
As this is a Public Relations effort, only the hottest of firefighters are out representing the department. Kids love it!
I too approached the handsome fireman for a picture. 
But I would never objectify men. There is another item on the agenda. 
Note: The key here is Surprise. If you ask permission ahead of time, people tend to come up with a reason to say No. But if you ambush someone with a strange but innocuous request, they’ll say yes before they can think of a good reason to say no. But you have to be fast about it. Hence, Flash Fitting. Take this guy for instance. He’s like, “What the F is going on here in the suburbs?”
Happy 4th of July!
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Tagged 2014, 4th of July, block party, California, firetruck, hot fireman, Independence Day, San Mateo
What’s behind door number one?
What’s behind door number three?
It’s a cello, it’s a Sara, it’s a Nina Lee!
Special thanks to my trusty assistants Tiffani, Drew, Nick, and Kim.
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Tagged 2014, California, cello, cello locker, instrument locker, locker, locker 337, Nina Lee
Do not try this at home! There was a moment of panic for my trusty assistant Jessie who thought I actually might suffocate. Not to worry; we had a safe word – Shazam!
Thank you Jessie!
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Tagged 2014, California, Extra Large Space Bag, plastic bag, space bags, woman in a bag
Poinsettia, a poem by Marigold
For Christmas cheer the sepals sing
Red carols veined in holly green,
Potted plant, just do your thing,
And hide dark corners rarely seen.
In Sunday’s colours primp and preen,
With hot-house glitz, be-ribboned bling,
And over manger, gently lean,
Poinsettia, just do your thing.
Happy Holidays every one.
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Tagged 2013, California, decorate, office, poem by marigold, poinsettia, poinsettia box, poinsettia poem
Disclaimer: I don’t believe in sweater vests. Even though I am wearing one in these pictures, I still think they are stupid. It’s cold enough for a sweater but not for covering my arms? Or it’s warm enough for a t-shirt, but my boobs have a chill? I only bought this sweater vest because it was on sale at a vintage shop near Haight Ashbury and I thought it was cute and somehow temporarily forgot what a ridiculous item of clothing it is. All day I felt sort of cold and was also sweating and itchy.