I know, I know, you're thinking "yeah-yeah-yeah - the busiest guy, right..." but really, the last few weeks and the next few weeks are going to be, and have been, complete bee mayhem. Toutsweet, Chez Panisse, Connolly Ranch, and the Heirloom Expo. I'm not sure if any of you out there attended the Open Restaurant event at BAM last weekend, if not, hurt yourselves 'cause you missed one hella celebration. In conjunction with Chez Panisse's 40th birthday and the unveiling of the Alice Waters portrait headed to the National Portrait Gallery, Open put on an amazing event at Berkeley Art Museum.
That's my bus surrounded by bee schwag.
That's Alice's portrait - gotta love the mulberry.
I feel completely humbled by all of the other vendors that were invited to participate in the celebration.
Everyone there was absolutely tight on what they did and I was utterly fascinated with them all. I didn't even get to every one of them, but the ones I saw blew me away. The Edible Schoolyard peeps were grinding wheat with a bike-powered grinder, Digger Bread was baking loaves of bread in tin cans, and Urban Gardens was pickling it up big time! It was hard for me to stay put pimping bees at our base camp with all the other great stuff going on. Thank goodness Michael, Jim Cummesky, and even Neighbor Dave were there to man the 0-hive.
See how the Schoolyard is....? I have been discussing having the curtains in my new Vanagon made out of all my old jeans. I've heard jeans are the new cords.
We met bread baker Chris who I'm sure we'll hook-up with again someday. The tin can bread loafs they made were incredible, and not just because they used our honey in them! They told me they busted out over 200 loafs.
We were even invited to be in the procession that walked right by Alice after they unveiled her portrait. I was all caught up in the moment and I walked right past, but Michael was on her like veggie velcro.This is an image I made as we went over the walk-way.
Check him out getting his parade on...
We know this guy... Jeff from the old Copia Garden. He's schleping a tree!
She's schleping a bee!
This poor girl was schleping a lamb!
Everybody was schleping something!
I was schleping a fat ol' box of honey on the back of my bike.
Neighbor Dave's truck was schlepping the Splitty.
Michael had to drive 'cause I was too caught up in the mix, it was probably best I rode shotgun.
Freaky!
Michael was all up on my car, literally... He climbed up on the cab to secure the 0-hive with wire attached to eye hooks in the roof, but unfortunately it didn't work...
To have the hive in the back of the truck they would have to travel much further through a tube they were not accustomed to - a few died. Okay a lot more than a few.
When I first saw the dead bees I cried like I had just cut an entire bowl of onions.
I met the cobbler who made these amazing shoes out of pig skin. It had something to do with Werner Herzog living up to his promise that he would eat his shoe if Errol Morris ever completed the film Heavens Gates . I don't know a whole lot about what went down with the bet, but I do know a lot about Bubbling Well, the pet cemetary Morris made the documentary about. Ask me later...
Everyone was using my honey

I think that is Steve Sullivan from Acme Bread mixing our sweet amber love into his bread dough.

Even the elixir place was drizzling the love.
They would take a little sample from each these medical jars with a pipette and mix it.
She'd have you tip your head back, open your mouth, and trust that she had good aim.
They were serving Smith-Madrone too, but you had to pour that into your own mouth.
Awesome Stacey. The bees turned out to be a major ordeal for her, we originally wanted to have the mobile observatory down there, but opted for plan bee using the 0-hive from the trailer with the Splitty as a back drop.
Check out Michael front and center with the IV bag full of Rudy juice. We titrated BD 1:1 sugar water to the bees for food. Sure, it's a bit dramatic, but we aren't known for our subtlety.
Michael from Connolly.
Saying goodbye to Chris the bread guy.
Packed up and ready to go.
We're out of there...