And I smell. I hope no one notices. I wanted to go home and take a shower before I wandered into work for my staff meeting, since I told them I’d come in for it, even though this is a vacation day, but I’m so exhausted and drained that I knew if I didn’t come straight here, I’d be asleep on the couch for the rest of the day.
I don’t even know where to start how to tell you how awesome my trip was. I feel like… like I don’t even know. I met the coolest people who are just so creative and thoughtful and wise and wonderful and we worked hard and helped put shape to an awesome play and I just learned so much and feel so invigorated and lucky.
Okay, I know what I’ll tell you about–something not so touchy feely woo-woo.
I’ll tell you about the potter we met.
This guy makes the most beautiful pottery and or, I guess, because he has the hottest kiln in the world. He was telling us how he used to be just an ordinary potter like everyone else, but he had this idea that he could blow air into the fuel that went into his kiln and that it would cause the fuel to burn hotter. He thought he could set up his kiln like a giant carburetor, and so he did.
And, after two hours of running his kiln with the air-fuel mixture instead of just fuel, he came out to find that he had melted his kiln–the bricks of the kiln had become molten and began to drip onto the bottom of the kiln until the whole thing collapsed. He was so depressed at the loss of his kiln that he went and got drunk.
The next day, while nursing a hell of a hangover, he came out and started going through the wreckage of his kiln and in the bottom of the kiln, he found that the bricks were covered with the glaze, which had run off the pots before the pots disintegrated in the heat, and the glaze was the most beautiful vibrant mix of colors he’d ever seen.
So, he called up the brick company and asked them how hot the kiln would have had to have been to melt like that, and the guy on the phone was like, “No way, you did not melt our bricks.” And the potter explained about his set-up and the brick guy was all like, “Those bricks are designed to withstand heat of up to 2,400 degrees, no problem. If they really melted, you were up to 2,500 or 2,600 degrees.” So, the potter asked, “Do you have bricks that can withstand that kind of heat?” And the guy said, “Sure. We’ll get you some that are good up to 2,800 degrees.”
And so they did. And so he built a new kiln and now makes this stuff.
Hearing him talk about it was just incredible. He’s also a Methodist minister’s kid.
It was just all cool.
More about the woo-woo stuff later, when I can decide how to talk about it.