Sunday, March 25th 2012 - One day in the pit, Suds-Buster Kelly asked if I could use some more bookmaking material. I said I did, and he presented me with a license plate of a State Senator that he "found." At first I was skeptical, but the more I thought about it the more I thought the license plate was exactly what I needed to make my next book.
So, I hunkered down in my bookmaking chair at home to see if I could make Kelly's material work. It also gave me a chance to use my new bright yellow nylon string, which in retrospect isn't the most color-coordinated thing to bind with.
While I worked, Emily reminded me about the conspiracy theory around the number 23. We talked about that as I wrote the story of my Boss's Boss at The Moon Colony who stopped me just outside the bike room late one night after my shift. All in a matter of minutes he called me "Kitchen Staff," introduced himself as My Boss, and accused me of stealing, saying, "You can see how suspicious it looks to have a Kitchen Staff walking into the bike room with things in his hands." Sure, I had things in my hands: my copy of David Graeber's book Debt: The First 5,000 Years and my jar of Adam's no-stir peanut butter. I can't remember when I've been more insulted.
I used more of my grandma's old bingi cords to wrap around the license plate book cover. And I used a stout box I salvaged from The Moon Colony's dumpster (shown above).
PROP COSTS: $11.85 + (STORYTIME WORKED: 4hrs 18min) = SOLD at NW Book Festival in July 2012