11.15.2003

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Yesterday's talk of the town was the first sighting in town of the Adele penguins. I happened to be out at one of the fish huts collecting samples when two of them waddled up like toddlers. So curious -- came right toward us. You wouldn't believe how cute. Seeing them made me wish I too had a few more pounds and some slippery feathers on my belly. Sliding along paddling with their feet looked tremendously fun. I had to settle for the exhileration of travelling on snowmobile -- huge smile on my face. Sorry no pix, the camera was out of juice.




Thought you'd all enjoy seeing the pad. Erik and I live in room 213 of dorm 203b, or "Shakleton's Hut", a 2-story military-inspired structure.




Those of you who know of my obsession with orange plastic construction fencing will appreciate what I consider the apex of its artistic application: wallpaper. One of the many advantages of living with the trash man is having first access to the best discards. It's actually sad the stuff they throw away after getting it all the way down here.




On the adjacent will I've applied (with compulsive repetition) gradiated orange origami paper in a grid with "fun tac". This design actually came BEFORE Erik found the fencing.




To complete the Pop Art interior, I've wallpapered the opposite wall in oversized canned food labels.




My favorites are the "Thank You" brand blueberries in water, and of course the "Ready Reserve" brand dehydrated cottage cheese with squirrel logo.




No room is complete without the proper lighting -- this lamp was created with more plastic gridding: orange onion bag with xmas lights encased in opaque white tubing. There's no end to the fun you can have here with trash. Many people's wardrobes (including mine) consist mainly of second-hand clothing found in "Skua" -- the free thrift store here named after the oversized seagulls that pilfer in town.

I've had requests for an excerpt on "A Day in the Life of a McMurdo Trash Man," so I'll try to make that this weeks journalistic project.




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