Aardvark Art Glass

When me and Don were on our way to the market on Sat. morn, I saw this illegally parked SUV with the street sign from the corner of East Washington and Butler streets jammed up under it.  What I just found out today was that the pole holding up the street sign was still attached. I walk by that corner on my way home from the bank an the whole thing, pole and sign, was laying on the terrace, spent after what must have been a mighty struggle. East Wash and Butler are only a few blocks away but, holy shit, what a lot of noise that must have made! How does that even happen? That whole sign caught up under your vehicle and the pole dragging along beneath. I wish I would have seen that. I bet there were sparks.

The World Naked Bike Ride blew through Madison on Saturday. Went right in front of my vending table.  The biking part was a plea to reduce our dependence on oil and the naked part was just people wanting to be naked, I guess. Why not? It was happy. No one was martyring themselves for the cause by inciting the cops to beat them. It wasn’t that kind of a protest.

So, in case you’re wondering how much nudity you can get away with at the Farmer’s Market, it’s more than you’d think.  From what I saw, any guys who were exposed but covered their shame didn’t get a ticket. I didn’t see any gals with their tops off get ticketed, nor did I see any of them cover up. It’s quite possible toplessness is legal here. If it isn’t, it may be more trouble than it’s worth to enforce, particularly by male officers in front of a crowd.  If you were naked and speedy, the cops let you go.

The naked guy with blue hair was prepared. When confronted by police he went beyond minimum compliance and put on a full set of scrubs. This is all conjecture on my part, but, based on that action, I don’t think he wanted to be naked at the Farmer’s Market all that bad. That’s a perfectly normal and perhaps preferable way to feel, especially if you’re getting on in years or you’ve lived here for a while.

Apparently, the only way to get a ticket during this event is to be naked and remain that way after the cops stop you. Blonde guy got a ticket. What was weird was that he was standing naked in the street for at least 15 min. while the cops wrote him up and dozens of people took pictures with their phones, all the while thinking about our dependence on oil. He probably didn’t have any ID on him. But if the polices’ goal is to have fewer bare asses for less time at the Market, they probably should have just let him keep riding, you know? I don’t know. I think that would have been ok with everyone. Another confusing chapter in my life. The event broke the monotony, anyway.

When the market is going on I don’t have time to blog.  Or do anything, really, so there isn’t much to write about. In fact, the only reason I’m taking the time to write this is because it’s really humid today and that’s slowing the time it takes for the glue on my post earrings to set. I’m going to wait another ten minutes and then they’re getting packed. And then I’m going home to eat vegetables. I’ve been eating brussel sprouts and sweet potatoes probably 4-5 times a week for I have no idea how long. Months. Just seeing how long I can go. The other day we ran out of margarine and I ate a potato and a pound of brussel sprouts with salt only. That was rough. Meals, like production work and everything else in life, will be over soon. No sense in going through a lot of trouble to make them more enjoyable. That’s what I tell myself when I want to get something done or eaten. Works for me.

OK, I’m stretching my drying time out a little. I really do have to go pack up, though. I’m going home early, dammit. Talk to yous later, probably when the luck runs out with the weather.

There was a Google ad for Terminix up on my blog. Flash Player required. Funny! Don pointed it out to me today. I don’t know how long it was there. I didn’t ok it and WordPress isn’t even supposed to have ads on their blogs so I don’t know how the hell it got there. Anyone ever have an unsolicited ad show up on their blog? Why would anyone want an ad on this blog? There’s only, like, eight people reading it. I don’t get how that works…at all. I’ll forget about it soon. It’s just intensely interesting to me right now.