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magidFriday dinner went off as planned. I think people had an ok time, and I was pleased with the food, though the cake was different than usual, sort of trying to be on its way to a flourless chocolate cake. Not a result I've had from this recipe before. And the visiting birds stayed up past their bedtime, entertaining the assembled.
It was drizzly enough yesterday that I wasn't sure if the Riverfest would be happening. I pushed myself to get out of the house, having overslept services. It was happening, though with a lower attendance than I've seen. I meandered the tents, seeing tables by community groups (one wildlife group had a stuffed snowy owl and a live snake, red with black and yellow bands, a nonpoisonous kind that mimics the coral snake). Then to the vedor tents, which included lots of arty objects. My favorite for entertainment value was a guy selling fleece hats that were birds on top. Over to the row of food vendors. Lots of Indian food, some Chinese and Thai, ice cream, and two older ladies from a Greek Orthodox church selling baklava and spanikopita. There was a booth showing off some next generation electric vehicles that looked to be to be related to overgrown golf carts. The white-faced bride street performer was there, also a man in a top hat making origami pieces. There were a bunch of screens set up with magnetic poetry, many times larger than the usual fridge size. The phrase I remember seeing on one of them: "See him and magic happens."
I saw everthing I wanted to see (some vendors were closing down early due to lack of foot traffic) in time to go hear Jim Infantino's performance at the "Spoken Word Stage." There were at least 5 different stages, with different themes. Jim started with some haiku (Why does it feel off to me to write "haikus"? It seems like it sould be its own plural. (There was some other booth that had all sorts of haiku about commuting without cars. Just remembered that.)) from a book of his. The drummer and the bass player let him start, then began to play, following Jim's cadences. Then a new song (no,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cthulhia, I don't remember the title. Missed you...), some more poetry with music behind it, concluding with "napkin poetry." Someone had passed out napkin substitutes (slips of colored paper) and pens, and people could write what they wanted. Jim read them at the end, in a one-time performance art, of the moment. He started by saying "This was by... I forgot your name..." And then he started reading. I was impressed with how his reading made it all flow. A couple of lines were repeated, permuted again and again:
"Cobalt blue; the sun, the moon, and the stars."
"Duct tape me to the mantlepiece and extinguish me hard."
"Cat hair. Cat hair for everyone!"
"Duck-billed platypus. Wassup with that?"
Though the words hardly give the feel of how Jim inflected them... There were other really cool lines I'm not remembering, including one in some other language that might've been Spanish.
By the end, I was chilled, needed to get moving, decided to head home, since I wasn't going to buy anything, sign any petitions, take any literature, etc, and none of the people I'd thought I might meet up with at Jim's set had made it.
In some ways, I think the weather made it better for me, since it was less crowded than it otherwise would've been. Still, after four days of clouds with occasional rain, I wouldn't mind a bit of sun...
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It was drizzly enough yesterday that I wasn't sure if the Riverfest would be happening. I pushed myself to get out of the house, having overslept services. It was happening, though with a lower attendance than I've seen. I meandered the tents, seeing tables by community groups (one wildlife group had a stuffed snowy owl and a live snake, red with black and yellow bands, a nonpoisonous kind that mimics the coral snake). Then to the vedor tents, which included lots of arty objects. My favorite for entertainment value was a guy selling fleece hats that were birds on top. Over to the row of food vendors. Lots of Indian food, some Chinese and Thai, ice cream, and two older ladies from a Greek Orthodox church selling baklava and spanikopita. There was a booth showing off some next generation electric vehicles that looked to be to be related to overgrown golf carts. The white-faced bride street performer was there, also a man in a top hat making origami pieces. There were a bunch of screens set up with magnetic poetry, many times larger than the usual fridge size. The phrase I remember seeing on one of them: "See him and magic happens."
I saw everthing I wanted to see (some vendors were closing down early due to lack of foot traffic) in time to go hear Jim Infantino's performance at the "Spoken Word Stage." There were at least 5 different stages, with different themes. Jim started with some haiku (Why does it feel off to me to write "haikus"? It seems like it sould be its own plural. (There was some other booth that had all sorts of haiku about commuting without cars. Just remembered that.)) from a book of his. The drummer and the bass player let him start, then began to play, following Jim's cadences. Then a new song (no,
cthulhia, I don't remember the title. Missed you...), some more poetry with music behind it, concluding with "napkin poetry." Someone had passed out napkin substitutes (slips of colored paper) and pens, and people could write what they wanted. Jim read them at the end, in a one-time performance art, of the moment. He started by saying "This was by... I forgot your name..." And then he started reading. I was impressed with how his reading made it all flow. A couple of lines were repeated, permuted again and again:"Cobalt blue; the sun, the moon, and the stars."
"Duct tape me to the mantlepiece and extinguish me hard."
"Cat hair. Cat hair for everyone!"
"Duck-billed platypus. Wassup with that?"
Though the words hardly give the feel of how Jim inflected them... There were other really cool lines I'm not remembering, including one in some other language that might've been Spanish.
By the end, I was chilled, needed to get moving, decided to head home, since I wasn't going to buy anything, sign any petitions, take any literature, etc, and none of the people I'd thought I might meet up with at Jim's set had made it.
In some ways, I think the weather made it better for me, since it was less crowded than it otherwise would've been. Still, after four days of clouds with occasional rain, I wouldn't mind a bit of sun...
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