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2012 llama pageant: the kids are all right

September 7, 12 //
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Narratives, Photography
art, hilarity, swoons

The Llama Costume Contest at the 2012 Minnesota State Fair returned with glorious, unbridled imagination and drama at every cloven step. Which clever sibling, competing side by side, will have the superior theme and costume execution? Will Annaliese and her Viking Ship Llama again reign supreme to recapture the Llama Crown? DEAR GOD is that the same Eeyore from last year who suffered horrifying panic attacks?!?

It was not an event for the faint of heart. Sommer, Matt, Tom and I slipped work early to bask in deep-fried cheese, beer and the wonder wrought by rural teens’ genius minds.

Teams are judged on creativity, coverage (how fully concealed their cute little llama and alpaca bodies are) and something the announcer mealy-mouth referred to as “how the animal moves” and responds to its human companion. In short, we figured, compliance.

Creatively, Coverage, Compliance! Know it live it breathe it, kids!
PERFORM EXCEL SOAR!

Bathtub llama was brilliant but a bit cantankerous.

Caterpillar Llama was dang good, though looked more like a Martian with its spacesuit-like-clad handler. This was the grumpiest llama companion I have ever seen, but they still managed to take the intermediate division. Sometimes coverage is everything.

The overall concept for the drag ballerina boy seemed a bit muddled, but we give extra points for bravery (the 2011 Knight Duo, no?). The official judges, unfortunately, do not.

Decency prevents me from leaving the bleachers to get up in llamas’ faces. Thus some shots are less than superb, though I cannot resist sharing even a poor shot of Curious George (an alpaca?) and the Man in the Yellow Hat. Hurrah!

EEYORE! OMG! Last year’s Eeyore Llama went berserk, rolling and thrashing with pitiful brays. The coverage was excellent but severely impacted compliance and its general will to live. Those in the know gasped upon seeing Eeyore’s return, with a smaller, skinnier Piglet trembling at its side.

Was this costume traded on the black market or thieved in the night by an unsuspecting cheater? Was a younger sibling strong-armed into reprising this surely labor-intensive work of art (but destruction!!)? Did the girl courageously assume the risk to defend the family honor? Was an original, more elaborate costume in the works all summer but destroyed by dark gods?

Did they possibly think we could ever forget the panic and the horror?

GOD’S WOUNDS! WAS IT THE SAME LLAMA?


(The 2011 Eeyore for comparison.)

Eeyore this year was a bit unruly but managed to escape full-on trauma but also any official commendation. We on the sideline say: Good job, Piglet. But we hope to see you next year in something new and less heart-attack-y.

Flapper and Fancy Dancer were a hit, especially when the alpaca lost his pants.

Turning a llama into a giraffe is an obvious choice, but someone had to do it. I would have liked a more closely fitted costume, but the megawatt grin of the safari companion made up for other shortcomings.

Don’t know about you, but I love an alpaca dressed as a wolf dressed as a grandma. Notice the lil’ rubber nose and teeth mask. As Sommer noted, “It’s touches like that” that steal our hearts and make us squeal.

Wonderful costume, Little Red Riding Hood!

After seeing the Lady and Knight Llama, I wanted another C category. I wanted Companionship. These two were adorable and clearly having tremendous fun. The girl’s mom sat near us, too, with a thousand thumbs ups. I was a puddle.

Excellent coverage on Rudolph, here.

Mountie and Moose! Nice. Here we also have our first shot of Annaliese, last year’s senior division champ, with presumably who had been Viking Ship Llama.

She blew us all away with Steampunk Time Machine Llama. They were beyond rad. As they looped around the barn, the wings were tucked in the saddle device then shot out with a pop. The crowd roared. Lookit dem gears! Those goggles, tubes and wire! That confidence and charm.

Awesome job, Annaliese, and all participants! You are the best damn thing at the Great Minnesota Get-Together.

If only they’d use that time machine to stay teenagers forever so they can keep making llama costumes every all summer and knock off our socks every end of August and assure us that the kids are all right.


See my post from the 2011 Llama Pageant.

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What’s better than a technicolor dreamcoat?

September 2, 12 //
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Photography, Shouts
art

A dreamcrow.

(@ the 2012 Minnesota State Fair art show!)

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House on the Rock

August 26, 12 //
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Narratives, Photography
adventures, art, swoons, whoa

New York to Black Moshannon to Chicago to Motel 6, at last we reach House on the Rock. Prior pilgrims and the internet cannot prepare you, nor any supply of establishing shots. Why did wealthy, artist–eccentric Alex Jordan collect these things, build these bent fantasies, automaton musical instruments and fake antiques? Elaborate doll houses and carved whale teeth? Winged mannequins and eye-popping carousels passed off as whimsy but it’s spooky, it’s a wet bed, nightmare fuel in machine-shed warehouses nestled in the dells of Wisconsin.

“This was his dream,” a woman chides her husband who looks baffled and disgusted, collapsed on a couch in a claustrophobic room. “This is what he wanted to do.”

A shaky truth inside rebuke: Desire this wild, this intense and detailed excises the requirement to answer for it.

How could you question such a thing?

Arthur had experienced House on the Rock before. He kept mum on the comings up and held my hand through most of it.

Some of the displays were eye-candy quiet, like this wall I found in the toilet.

But we also witnessed a crime scene,

the vials and pills that couldn’t kill pain,

a steam-engine hearse to take the corpse the distance,

a carriage for the fancy dead just down the way.

Then all heaven and hell broke loose, menageries, too, as we plugged in tokens to watch the rooms move, the chairs playing their violins hooked to wires and tubes,

carousels spinning much too fast thousands of lights and vacant looks.

This was his dream.

Embodied desire.

To dream is to deserve everything.

But who is this procession for, this mad, surreal parade?

Us. Of course.

Our wonder and horror complete the vision.

Giving our gaze to give it meaning.

Even if we don’t believe it’s happening.

It’s happening.

Holding hands for tenderness and terror.

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Northern Spark 2012

June 10, 12 //
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Photography
art, biking, minneapolis

For Northern Spark last year I stuck to St. Paul—just the riverboat, really, and that’s a gentle just. It was an absolute blast, and I was super bummed to see no jug band riverboat action on the agenda for 2012. But it did mean I’d have a chance to see everything else.

Bikes in tow, brother Rob and I zoomed all over the gorgeous Minneapolis night for street tacos, impromptu dance parties, flame-thrower bicycles, giant puppets, wee shadow poppets, critical mass traffic jams and games with light and sound.

I got some coins.

Flooded Rob with Art.

Laid beneath HOTTEA’s glorious sun.

And plain darted around.

I regret not getting any crowd shots. It was state fair, pride parade, mosh pit density. God we love our festivals, our feet on dirty streets too many months filled with slush, fitting all our life lust, wonder and exaltation in a mere three–four months.

I love love LOVE Minneapolis in the summer.

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baggage, tagged

April 14, 12 //
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Shouts
art

Work is sending me to Costa Rica next week! Me n Sophia are ready to go.

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down to the tightrolls

October 4, 11 //
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Narratives
art, books

I read a lot of graphic novels. “Oh, like Watchmen.” Well. No. And I suppose we could wrestle the semantics of graphics, what it means to be a comic when the content isn’t funny, or if it’s still literary when the letters scribble off, word bubbles popped.

Many prominent artists are my age, or just a little older, sharing shared experience, scripting old scars, so I devour for narrative, no doubt about it, but mostly for the trapdoors,

down to the tightrolls.

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