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I’m just sitting here eating a bag of tiny carrots. Not all week or anything, just for the past hour or so. Haven’t been spending a lot of time inside because of the outstanding weather. Last week I was kinda sick, yadda yadda yadda, time goes by. Yup. More blogs soon.
We went to a shrimp boil at a minor league ball game last night. Madison Mallards vs. The Woodchucks (from somewhere). That’s a slice of hometown Americana for you. Like everything else I attend, this was a little treat for vendors, such as people who work for The Great Dane, since their beer is sold at the ball park. Always with the Great Dane and the treats.
Baseball is a little slow for me but minor league baseball is pretty entertaining cause they’ve got a lot of weird stuff between innings to look at. Also, there are funnel cakes for sale. So it’s dinner and a show. We had a good time.
But back to the above photo…Kafka is a relief pitcher who warmed up on and off in front of us during the game. We talked to him a little and he seemed like a nice fellow. I was dying to come up with some obscure literary reference involving Kafka and baseball or team sports or throwing things but my lack of familiarity with Kafka and his work prevented me from doing so. Shucks! Next best thing, I captured the moment on digital whozits so I could throw it out to you guys. Maybe one of you book-types can come up with a caption…like…”Now batting for The Existentialists…” something like that. Write it in the comment area. Just for fun. My fun. I’m not offering a prize incentive because I don’t really expect anyone to do this. Just because I’m not offering one doesn’t mean there wouldn’t be one if someone came up with something really clever.
Hello everyone. Beer fest is over! Yay! As always, it was an excellent time. I went with Erika and her fiancee Aaron. Social engagements are good. Know what we saw a lot of this year–kids. Like, children…little ones. That didn’t seem like such a hot idea to me. Even though adults at this event are remarkably well behaved, it seems like someone could accidentally fall on a kid pretty easily. Kids like to dart around. And the people at this event have pretty slow reaction times. They might not even notice it if they fell on a small one. Fortunately, nothing like that happened. It was all good.
Aaron made a pizza when he got home.
It’s curly like a taco shell. It looks like he followed the same recipe we did after the beer fest in ‘05 (which is: put pizza in oven then either leave or fall asleep). The pure carbon pizza we made that day is no stranger to the blog. It’s still sitting in our living room. So is this one, now. Erika brought it over to our house.
Speaking of America’s couple, Erika and Aaron are getting married next month. This is the closest I’ve been to another person who is planning a big wedding. (I was a part of my own wedding but there wasn’t really any planning involved.) That’s a lot of work, wedding planning for hundreds of people. Count me out of that one.
Here’s something funny–Don is performing the wedding ceremony, bringing the beer and playing in the band. He likes to help, that guy. Here’s something else that’s funny: the ceremony is being held on a mound in Aztalan State Park because Aaron wants to get married on an energy vortex. Aaron has talked about this vortex thing for a while. I hope we’re on the right mound ’cause I don’t want to end up in hell or anything.
So that’s the next big event and it’s not for a while. Plenty of time to plan out what we’re going to tie to the back of their truck after the ceremony. That pizza is definitely going on there.
Filed under: Bloggidy Blog | Tags: great taste of the midwest, lost school, national poetry slam, venice gas house trolley
Well, we’ve got all kinds of activities on the activity pile this week. In addition to assisting people who are moving and picking through the garbage they leave behind, we’ve got two music shows and a giant beer fest to attend.
Brought in as entertainment for the folks attending the National Poetry Slam in Madison this week, Venice Gas House Trolley and Lost School ( Don, James, Sean and Dave) , the band from our living room, will be playing at The Mercury Cafeon Thursday. If you dig that spoken word with musical accompaniment thing, Venice Gas House should be right up your movie. I saw them a few weeks ago and they are highly entertaining. Lost School is doing some of the spoken word and some tunes. Since I started doing monkey work days on Mondays I’ve been absent from the practices but I think they are performing a piece James wrote about Bob Foster that’s pretty tangy. And other stuff too! It’s all good what they play. You ought to stop by and see them.
So, then, on Saturday, August 9, Don’s other band, Retro Box (Don, Kent, Rick) is playing at the Great Taste Of The Midwest. I’ve been attending and blogging about the taste for several years now. It is a blast. Truly the happiest, drunkest, people you will ever see in public. This year they are discontinuing the valet bicycle parking due to concerns about patrons trying to make it home in anything other than a cab. It is a safe, smart, well-organized event. What better a venue to play a bunch of 70’s covers than the happiest, drunkest place on earth? Tickets are still available on Ebay if you want to go. And you should go.
