The problem with Stanley is the size of the place. It's not big. It's tiny. I think I scared some people yesterday.

Admittedly the fault was on my side. I pushed it a little too far with this task, resulting in my Dad recieving two phone calls questioning my mental health. Let me explain:

It was the dressing gown that meant I took everything too far. I decided to walk aroung the main street in a dressing gown wearing a suggestion box aroun my neck:


Okay, the problem was that I was a bit too strange, I think. Almost nobody wanted to give me any suggestions. Some people I knew gave me these suggestions:


But most people avoided me. They were probably scared for their own safety. I was considering introducing myself as "from the Humanitarian Crisis Society" but I don't think that would have helped. I cant really do these sort of tasks, strange social interaction tasks, in Stanley because too many people know me and all the tourists are old people that take boring bus tours. Luckily, I am moving to Hobart shortly. Hobart is the capitol city of Tasmania so I should be able to run a bit free-er then. But for the moment I'll have to drop the Face Donation task for now.

Some suggestions came in the form of passing comments that either they or I wrote down:


I did manage to start a conversation with the attendant at the art gallery, Melanie. She was a hoot and very nice. Here's a photo of her:


She put a suggestion in the box but I didn't look at it until about 24 hours later. This one is my favourite: