That’s right. We have a deck. It’s like this web site, but in a summarized slide deck. Feel free to pass on the link.
I confess, I didn’t read the whole post. But the author appears to narrate her Burning Man experience, when ends with her climbing the Penrose Triangle. Hallelujah.
Max Eskin commutes past the Triangle:
Walking through a snowy field in the middle of winter, I spotted this ancient geometric artifact, standing dark and abandoned. One of its axes is aligned east-west, so that looking North, its curves disappear and it appears as a ghostly triangle amid the trees. Who put it there and why? Was it used in some ancient fertility ritual? Or was it merely created at the whim of some despotic ruler, of whom this lonely obelisk stands as the only testimony? Perhaps future archeologists will answer these questions as I hurry to hearth and home in the blizzard.
Well, the round trip is over. On Friday, the container returned, and we spent the better part of the day on Saturday disgorging the thing. Everybody likes getting dusty one last time. Mostly everybody.
Max took a few snapshots. Here we try to remove the first of the arms. I think everybody was afraid to put the flanges on the asphalt for some reason.
Next, we tried to hand them to Surly driving the forklift. That worked okay.
Many folks showed up on time, helped with the unload, and made tidy piles of other peoples’ crap.
By the end of the day, that pile had mainly evaporated. The container gets picked up at 4:00 AM. Now, we’re all just left with one more pair of dusty clothing to launder.
Time to find the triangle its next destination…