Between Wednesday's post-panel potluck and the post-panel potluck dance party was Mark's jump.
This was to be a jump on a board that Mark had made based on a kayak, but I did not see the kayak in Mark's board, nor did it matter, as the event was less about what the board looked like, less about whether the jump was completed, than how many times a jump could be performed before authorities intervened -- and they did.
How many times did Mark attempt his jump? Was anybody counting? I wasn't. Nor did it occur to me to do so. As far as I am concerned, every jump was a successful jump, because Mark gathered up something for us that we knew existed but, as is often the case in art and in life, needed to be observed.
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