I checked out the big easel project. You see, paintings are not dead! In their fight to avoid being suffocated by those who wish to label them as obsolete artifacts, they have grown larger and seek to take over the world! This easel weighs 45,000 pounds. I personally think painting is still alive and well. I cried at the Documenta X art show in Germany a few years back, when I saw a round container of smashed canvases as an art piece. I felt better after looking around, however, because many of the installations were not working (perhaps their batteries needed charging?) and / or it was required that you read at least one full page of typed text to comprehend what you were trying to look at. And here I am, in the middle of an electronic arts project, in which I did not even do the painting! You know, I appreciate this artform a lot more than I used to. Thanks for the artistic superimposition, Harry. It means a lot to me.

A small part of our project, indeed. I must say, Harry, you were a very big and wonderful part of our project. Thanks!

I was so looking forward to pictures of Fred in Vegas! Oh, well. Maybe Robert Noyce will pass through Sin City on the way to Silicon Valley, unless he is being held captive in a hotel room in Adair, Iowa.

Fabulous! I see confetti, marching bands, a red carpet at Stanford!

Fred's mom! Very touching. Fred would be the perfect third child.

In the end, we agreed to a time more like 10:30. It is 4:30 in the morning, and I can not sleep, I am so excited about Fred's arrival at Stanford. Inside scoop has it that there will be no red carpet, but there will be something! I will be sure to take pictures.

Here is a nice shot of the Dean on the left and Gary and his daughter, Courteney on the right (courtesy of David Orenstein). A better picture of Terman's entry into the courtyard below, also by David Orenstein.

Once I began talking, Lorenzo began to scream. My mom tried to get him up the stairs, but he weighs over 40 pounds and she couldn't do it.  I kept thinking, "Jeez, this is taking forever!  Can't she take him to another room?" Then my Uncle (my mom's brother), who is a Stanford Alum and came especially to see this, was recruited by my mother to help her try and get the kicking, screaming child into the elevator.  The crying got muffled for a bit, only to be replaced by the alarm going off inside, when Lorenzo found the alarm button. Once they got him out of the elevator, outside he saw all the bicycles and he was happy. By then, the talk was over, but at least I got to chat a bit more with people for a minute or two.  Then, while they were honking all the horns and ringing all the bells on the bikes, class let out, and a huge flood of students rushed towards them for their bikes.  My mom and Lorenzo retreated back downstairs.

Here is my Uncle on the right. Terman still had his SIGGRAPH pass strapped on his wrist.

The moral to this story is that the life of a working mother - in this case a working mother / artist, comes with some consequence to the family. It is not easy on the mother, either.  I often say that each brush stroke produces a baby tear.  This phase will pass, but for this reason I do try to make my art load light.  However, it never seems to work out that way.  I had hoped my son might toddle around the event and remember it fondly, somehow, but no such luck. (Photo by Gary Lanahan.)

I tend to agree with everything but the "works of art" part. They look like works of art to me. No matter how you look at it, this object made it all around the country. It was photographed many places, and the image of him in front of these places evoked laughter and surprise from me many times. So many people got to know a bit about Terman for the first time all across the country in the most unlikely places. This would not have happened from wallet sized photos, or a poster. Andy Goldsworthy, famous environmental artist that uses things like earth and leaves to create his works of art, often only has his photographs left when his piece is finished. It has been swallowed up by the sea or blown away by the wind. I consider our piece to be time based, also, but in the end, we have the triple primed extra varnished artist grade acrylic sculpture. That is, of course, if the hitchhiker makes it. It seems like such an accomplishment when it does! When it doesn't, perhaps it becomes more of a legend. We will see what happens with our missing Robert Noyce. (Photo by David Orenstein.)

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