Welcome Larry Korn! Free ticket to the sahale PDC!

The funny thing is that I really thought hard about just buying a ticket for myself, but I didn't want to leave my man at home, and we couldn't have afforded two tickets.  So it all worked out!  We're really really happy that the course is happening. 

So I'm guess the strategy of having a lower price and a higher minimum does work.  Wacky.

Well, I guess I'll be there to teach my part and to give some presentations on rocket mass heaters, wofati, chickens, and other stuff. 

And when, exactly, is the sahale PDC reunion?

Thanks for that intro, Paul...

The Sahale PDC Alumni Reunion is traditionally held on the last evening of the course; in our case, that's Saturday, Feb. 27th.  We invite all previous attendees to Sahale PDCs, or even previous WA State Convergence attendees, to arrive any time on Saturday.  We will be enjoying our final module on "Animals in the Landscape" (ably taught by none other than the fabulous Paul Wheaton), and presenting design team final projects during the day, and then having the Talent Night escapades and networking like mad!  The firepit will be blazing, the cedar tub will be hot, so don't miss this great opportunity to see old friends, meet new ones, and welcome a fledging clutch of permaculturists to the edge of the nest.  Cost for food and lodgings will be $40 per person - give me a call at 206-369-7590 to reserve your spot!

We're really excited to see exactly how tall Paul is.   

marina phillips wrote:
We're really excited to see exactly how tall Paul is.    

He's tall.  Monolithic tall.  Like a juggernaut or something(look it up).  It's scary.  Almost as scary as how much he knows about... everything.

I believe that the word "juggernaut" comes from the gigantic floats that are towed down the streets during parades at Hindu festivals.  Confirmation anyone?

I am soooooo big .....  that strange women tap me on the elbow and say "can you tell my son that if he eats his vegetables he will grow up big and strong?"

I am soooooo big .... that at cobville, I not only had to duck to get through the doors, but I had to turn sideways a bit too.

And apparently I talk funny too. 

But I am not as big as the floats at parades. 

And you might think I'm kidding about being obnoxious and arrogant ....