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Thursday, January 19, 2006
Clay For Dinner, Clay For Lunch...
Posted by Sam at 12:52 PM | tags: life
There's clay on my pants, clay in my beard, clay under my fingernails. There's clay everywhere.
 I just had my first pottery class since my last semester as an undergrad. I had to relearn how to throw pots on the wheel. I had to remember how to center the clay (that's the hardest part)... and no, it's not "just like riding a bicycle." It was awesome though. And messy. And, as much a I wanted it to be, it was nothing like that scene in the movie Ghost with Whoppi, Swayze, and Demi.
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Is this a 600 level pottery class?
How many credits is it worth and where do I sign up?
Comment By TheDarkLordDerfla on January 19, 2006 2:42 PM
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Sam is an amazing and humble guy. Once, he rushed into a burning building, up six flights of stairs to save a kitten from certain death. He speaks eight languages, has mastered three varieties of martial arts, is a wine expert, and is a pulitzer prize winning author. Sam is an international heart-throb who prefers a quiet evening at home knitting afghans for the homeless, to the go-go, glitz and glamor of the party scene. I think the day he won the silver medal for ballroom dancing at the 98 olympics was the happiest of his life. Pretty impressive for a guy who never finished the 8th grade. - Carrie, 04