The Shadow Art Fair begins in just about thirteen hours. If you hop in car right now in New York, you can be here by the time we throw open the doors at noon. Here’s a tutorial on how to steal a car, and here’s a map from Brooklyn, where Google Analytics tells me that a lot of you live. The rest is up to you. See you at noon.
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Dang. There sure were a lot of people. Next time, can you refrain from inviting all of New York City?
Okay. So let me say, per usual, I have been/am drinking. As such, certain filters are paused. I really hope I don’t set a tone and folks less hindered by kids feel free to compliment freely on a great event. But, my day:
We’d been looking forward to the SAF. We had friends spend the night. They stayed a long time into the day … past noon. Then, my wife went to the bank to get a big wad of bills for the SAF. Then, our daughter seemed pale and took a long, needed nap. She awoke, we got ready, and, with our coats being put on she chucked cheddar bunnies and banana all over us and rug. Then comes child coddling, extensive rug cleaning and an hour of debate of what to do about the SAF. Finally, she seems perkier, we decide to go. I put a baggy in my pocket. It’s packed. Really packed. That’s good, I guess. But, we can’t move carrying a pale, floppy kid. We see three tables, spend nothing, and retreat. Disappointment sets in. Sleep follows for wife and daughter.
Beer sets in for me. Now, at the moment, I’m quite serious. The glorious SAF should continue, as is, but how about a supplement for parents of stomach sickness? What if, the SAF followed the lead of Tupperware and that candle company and offered home purchase parties? Every vendor could offer a sample or two of their locally made wares along with a catalog of other offerings, and folks could host home parties to place orders?
For personal ease, I might prefer a SAF co-op style store open year round, but that has overhead and associated risk. Seems a lot to ask of folks. But, if you can glean a couple samples from the SAF artists, I volunteer to invite all my friends and neighbors for a test run. See if it flies. If nothing else, I’ll be able to flip through severed heads at leisure, without worrying that my little girl will puke all over them.
I set out hitchhiking a week ago from Ave Maria, Florida. My hope was to have been back in Ypsilanti by the end of the Fair. (I attended college in Ypsi up until last year.) No one wanted to pick me up though. I think it was the sandwich boards covered in graphic pictures of aborted fetuses. I am still in Florida. God provides though. The sandwich boards provide protection from the elements.