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Oregon Zoo

We made an interactive exhibit for Oregon Zoo’s Wild Wednesdays event.

Party Line

Party Line #11 is available from Microcosm Publishing.

Detroit Phone Restored

The Detroit phone on Breckenridge St. is again operational and the chair has been restored. We repeat, the phone is back and the chair has been restored. Thank you to the City of Detroit Blight to Beauty program for their financial and operational support.

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Last Stop for Hardware

When these routers were too obsolete for the Personal Telco Project, Russell figured out a smaller build that would allow the Futel VPN client to be crammed in there. The e-waste cycle is depressing but we are proud to be the last step, squeezing the last juice out of so many devices long after the intended path was for them to be discarded.

Poetry on the Mother Foucault's Phone

The Mother Foucault’s phone is now featuring poems from Aloha Irish Trees by Eileen Myles. These come from the spoken word record published by Fonograph Editions, a nonprofit press and literary record label based in Portland.

Futel Phone's Home at Foucault's

From a post on Mother Foucault’s - Notes from the shop .

This Is Love

This Is Love Bronwyn Carver On the corner of 3rd and Burnside sits a free payphone. It is a unicorn in a city of ghost souls. I think the removal of payphones was just another example of punishing the poor and the homeless. Those who do not always have access to communications, for appointments, for family to call to let them know that they too are okay. Public phones that are left are found in…

Unpacking My Life

Unpacking My Life George McCarthy I’m staring at the river. I’m watching the water move under the Burnside Bridge, and I’m thinking about my life. This area reminds me of where I was born, the water and the sounds of streetcars, and how my life, the length of it, is rising up in my mind and heart for recognition. I came here almost ten years ago, driving a truck with everything I own from one side…

Cannot Sweep Nature

Cannot Sweep Nature Bronwyn Carver On a path of freshly turned dirt from the last sweep that came through mounds of debris and whatnots hide within trip-traps Of muddy earth Yet even though souls From this place have been scattered North south east west Upside down One lone daffodil appeared pushed up through the mud that is the soil Bright golden yellow with its almost Orange trumpet center…