We don't know what the full potential of this section is... how many among us have participated in or orchestrated the birth or rebirth of a chair? I'm interested to find out. Of course, you should email us if you know of something we could document, or if you have participated in something of this nature. Pictures are great, write-ups are encouraged but may be edited or eschewed for reasons grammatical or topical.

What Does The Chair Know?

Submitted by Matt Pavlovich

Prophets come in all forms. The eyeless oracle, reading the entrails of the blackbird and casting its bones; the wizened old man tearing his white hair out on the highroad; the words written on the subway walls. The economics teacher on A Hall of Shiloh High School, only a little less than competent? She takes her place among them. Boldly commanding a refurbishment project a few winters ago, the sagely Mrs. Moon was the first to see these visionary efforts. In effect, a scrap of more or less useless wood in my basement...

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...becomes a full-fledged chair. Its non-embellished styling and brazenly yellow paint lends it air of overstated simplicity. Not a presumptuous air, mind you, but a celebratory one. What better way to express the unadulterated joy of rebirth? Notice, too, how at first the chair resurrected lies on its fellow chair for stability: attempting to support something on its own would spell certain doom. In contrast, at the conclusion of the effort, the new chair can not only stand on its own, but asserts its dominance over the small workbench it sits atop.

The chair knows victory.