For my 50th birthday, I gave myself a week-long glassblowing workshop at Snow Farm in Williamsburg, MA. Mostly, I learned that it takes more than a week to learn glassblowing: my “final project” of a glass ball ornament deflected the Christmas tree branch downward at least 60 degrees, and would be much more suitable for a doorknob.

I did create some interesting attempts at glass speech bubbles, but didn’t even come close to manifesting my vision. By far my best creation was the song I wrote about the experience, the Glassblower’s Blues. Excerpt: “I just say fuck it, and throw it in the bucket, I’ve got the glassblower’s blues.” Overall, though, it was a great experience, the food was excellent, five stars! Would recommend.