Oh man, I am so excited to pop the cherry on this one...you have no idea.


Clautophobics: you may not want to read the rest of this praxis proof. (The rest of you should be just fine.)

Somewhere around 6 years ago, I acquired a package of 9 small round mirrors from IKEA. At the time, I had visions of placing them on our wall in a neat pattern. I soon came to realize that the mirrors were useless as mirrors one by one because of their size and also useless as mirrors when put together because of their shape. So, they gathered dust.

But I couldn't bring myself to throw them away. I convinced myself it was entirely possible that I might someday need a number of small round mirrors. I moved them from my apartment near Wrigley Field in Chicago to my Lincoln Park Chicago apartment; from Chicago back home to my NE Minneapolis digs; from there to my mom's house for a brief, several-month stay; and finally, they ended up here with me in my Uptown Minneapolis apartment. Their number has dwindled by two-thirds, the missing six lost in time and space.

The apartment in which we live is a huge complex that houses roughly 80 apartments varying in size from 675 sq.ft. alcoves (our apartment) to the whopping 1200 sq.ft. 3BD/2BA penthouses. The elevators are usually pretty busy. I run into other people on a daily basis. Also, they're doing construction across the street and many of the workers have access to our garages and, therefore, our elevators. So, I figured that our elevator was a public enough place for me to launch my secret plan.

I chose the elevator nearest the lobby, which is the busiest of the two elevators.







I was carrying my weapon of choice, a hot glue gun, in a shopping bag so as to conceal it in case of ambush.




Armed with said weapon of choice and a pocketful of mirrors, I stepped into the elevator and didn't push any buttons. I quickly got to work with the glue gun and the mirrors. I hadn't counted on having to wait for the glue to cool enough to hold the mirrors up, and the extra time it was taking made me really nervous. I got all three mirrors up on the wall without incident, though.



I whipped out my Sharpie to add a special SF0 touch... I wrote "REFLECT!" on the mirrors, hoping to inspire someone to do so while they mindlessly waited to be lifted through our building.






Just as I was writing the letter "F" the elevator began to move! Yikes! I quickly wrote out the rest of my sentiment and stowed my glue gun and Sharpie in the shopping bag. I tried to look natural and walked out of the elevator as some construction worker walked in. I found myself in the lower level garage.



I was pretty nervous. What if he ripped my work down, and me not finished documenting?






After a minute or so, I pushed the call button for the elevator so it would return for me. Luckily, it returned empty. And hooray! My mirrors were still up on the wall, undisturbed. I set about finishing with the picture-taking in the unmoving elevator.





As you can see from the following "put-it-in-perspective" picture, the mirrors are really small. I'd say maybe 2-3" in diameter?




I can only hope that people take the hint and do some inner reflection. Why are you in this elevator? Where are you going with your life? Does the elevator represent your direction in life--either you're on your way up or you're sinking fast? Should you have taken the stairs, you lazy git? Only the three mirrors of reflection can reveal the truths to you. Stare into their tiny depths and OMMMMMM....


[[Voo]]