They had two classes, no three, here today. In one class, a group of women wearing red hats played with clays and baked their products in a toaster oven. Charlie was excited about meeting this tribe, having heard that they had a great sense of fun. But the women looked painfully shy to me.

Another class of women put together wires and rocks and hung them from their wrists and ears. They all seemed pretty pleased with what they had put together.

As a building, I can only accept what comes together inside of me. I don't choose colors or materials. I just watch the combinations and wonder. For example, when people come together here and they have never met before, they try not to say hi. But they look at each other to see if they recognize the other. If they both make eye contact at the same time, then apparently they are required to say hi, because they always do. If they see that they already know eeach other, then they say a different hi, this one with a much longer i.

Then they talk. They talk about other people. Even when someone asks, "So what have you been doing lately?" The answer is about other people.

There are a few exceptions to this behavior I've noticed. Sometimes it's never about other people. With these talkers, even if they are talking about adhesives, they are talking about themselves. For example, "Will this tape do any harm to my photograph of myself with the President?"

The last class today consisted of one woman being taught by Charlie how to make knots in colored string. They would make some knots, say bad words, and then pull out the knots. It didn't look like that would be much fun but both women seemed to think it was a pleasant challenge.