4.27
Sunday was a reflection of
sorts for our booth at the festival. I had stayed out rather late into the
evening and as a result slept like the dead well past the time that everyone
else had driven into the District. I arrived several hours into the final day
of the convention and tapped out Shane and my Dad so they could rest their
joints and vocal chords. I helped more people understand what harmony looks
like and taught them how to do several sound experiments with everyday stuff.
There were several key
differences worth mentioning though. Later on, I happened to be walking past
one of the stages when I noticed that the next show was going to be the
traveling arm of the Franklin Institute. I have never considered myself above a
little bit of spying, and so I immediately ran back to the booth to get my
camera. I returned, and watched 40 minutes of well-executed and finely packaged
science. Following the show, I grabbed their contact information, so there may
come a time soon where they find themselves as members of our own captive
audience!
The convention closed half
an hour later, and we moved on to evening plans. It took us a while to pack
everything away, but you need to understand that our gear needed to fit into a
fraction of its original space in order to leave the festival: we had borrowed
my Aunt's tiny Honda Fit to shuttle our entire show to the convention center. I
believe that there exists footage of our exodus from our booth, but it might
take some time to reach you. Until then, trust that we are capable and
inventive when the hour demands it of us. The next stop in the day was getting
dinner with another old friend of my Dad's out in Bethesda , MA
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Tasty Bits:
According to the founder
of the convention, it is absolutely necessary to allow for an entire year to
pass in between each festival. I believe we scientists are a little harder to
host than the Comic-Con crowd.
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