This was my first juggling gig. It was at a different college with a new crowd and no money on the line so I had nothing to lose. It was a really no worry deal for me, excepting that I might screw up in public and drop and a rolled newspaper on my face, with one end laced with flaming Sterno.

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In high school English, I always had the best looking report covers. I'd done them up on pop's laser printer with primitive design software, before most kids had a computer.

So, classmates were intimidated by my reports because they LOOKED great, but I might have spent more time on the cover than the report, so they needn't worry.

My last big project before I discovered the internet was to produce "Baldknobbalooza". (When I was high school there really was no web as we knew it, that was pre Netscape v1.  We had bulletin boards you could dial into, which hardly anyone used) Yes, before every alterna-event became something-alooza I produced a festival under that name. It became a major event. I made flyers with Corel-Draw with fractals. I had staff of 12 to help me to organize everything, with a music director, a poetry director, a sound person, lots of helpers-out, plus a security team of six. We had 72 shirts printed up, most tye-dyed by hand, plus special shirts designed for "STAFF" and "SECURITY". In all we had 8 local bands play for free, poets and acoustic jams between the acts, a rented port-a-john, informal hiking and volleyball. The event went from 3 pm to midnight on graduation weekend and we charged $5/person and had about 200 people attend (the festival was on my farm). We charged $8 for plain shirts and $10 for tye-dye, and sold them all, I think. About 50 people got in free, associated with the production in some way, mostly band members.

We made enough money to pay for all the t-shirts, the port-a-john, a massive sound system, and a fee to my father who rented the dance hall to us. The $100 or so we had left over was re-invested into fixing up the dance hall, because there was no good way to divide the profits among all the volunteers. It was a hell of a time, long heralded as "the great high school party" by those who went.

I didn't end up having much fun, stressed out everything was going well, making sure someone was working the gate, pointing to people the bathroom, taking care of troublemakers. I was disappointed by the amount of cigarette butts and beer bottles left all over the premises, but my staff had it all cleaned up by the time I woke up the next day, which I appreciated. More than once during the event I discovered there were people collecting money (and not pocketing it) at the gate, that I didn't even know. Finding that honesty amongst strangers was encouraging.

One morning when I came to school with sleepy eyes from working organizing the project, a friend commented "Mark, if you put as much energy into your classes as you put into that event, you'd be Valedictorian." Perhaps@, but not nearly as much fun.

In 1998 I dug up one my first computer graphics creations, from 1986. I would have been 11 years old, and using the cutting edge technology of the time, An Apple IIc. I can't even find references to graphics software for the Apple IIc, so I'm not even sure what software I used to create this. (Ideas any one?) I developed a super secret blue formula that involved everything in the house with the Mr. Yuck Mr Yuk symbol on it, plus a few others for good measure that were just smelly, bubbly, or foamy. I was sure I had finally come with something amazing when I stained the carpet in my room beyond repair with my blue paint-like substance.

Logically, I buried my secret stuff in backyard for safe-keeping, and made a map with a secret key to find it later. I put the maps in my journal, which I kept in my secretest place, a small bookshelf with a false wall.


Original Artist's Conception

Notice the reverse type in the final digital product. That's my secret notation for the proportions to re-activate my secret stuff.


Final digital product