Sunday, June 24, 2007

Georgetown Old Skool Carnival and Artopia

Yesterday was the Georgetown Old Skool Carnival and Artopia. First we went and got some lunch at Muy Macho in South Park, another south-end neighborhood. Univision was showing La Muerte de un Gallero, a 1970s movie about Spanish cockfighters.

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Then we stop at Crosscut Hardwoods to look at fancy wood before going to Home Depot to pick out 82 10-foot-long 1x2s of clear cedar for the screen we're building in front.

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Another photo of Crosscut. You don't need to see a photo of Home Depot, do you?

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OK, now off to the carnival. We often say that we're within "walking distance" of Georgetown, but we've never actually walked there... until now.

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The carnival is full of weirdos, hurray!

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We're here a little late, so I'm not sure what went on in these booths earlier in the day. (Longtime readers may recognize that fennel, which I've shot twice before.)

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Performance art?

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The previous night at a party we met a drummer who said he'd be performing music as accompaniment to some experimental films at Christoff Gallery. This is it.

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No more performance art or experimental films until we get a beer. Jules Maes is packed.

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OK, now we're ready for more art.

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This is about the time I pass Kathy Nyland, leader of the anti-dump effort (and a million other Georgetown movements), and give her a high-five.

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The old cranky-pants guy who runs this metal shop shoos me away as soon as I take this picture.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I'm a weird old man," he said. "I don't go around taking pictures of your stuff, and I don't want you taking pictures of mine."

Fair enough. But here's the one photo.

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Nice jacket, dude.

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I start hoping I run into someone I know well enough to bum a ride back up the hill from. But the people we talk to -- a waitress who served us nachos the night before in Ravenna, a woman who hosted a party we went to a month ago -- are not ride-giving types, not like my brother-in-law (hi, C!) or my neighbor-friend-coworker.

Sabey has their work cut out for them in renovating the old Rainier Brewery to fancy condo/office/boutique space, or whatever their plans are.

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These girls are singing and playing guitar outside the Georgetown Brewing space.

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And these girls are collecting money for a squat in Berlin.

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More art.

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I like these cast-vinyl-on-PVC works by Mike Poetzel.

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Here's a picture I took of that last scene a couple months ago.



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The power tool races are packed all evening.

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Throughout the carnival planes buzz past us. This was not taken with a zoom. And in real life, the plane seemed closer than this.

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They were all headed for Boeing Field right next door.

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Time to go home. I understand why people complained so much when I-5 went in, tearing neighborhoods apart. I hate walking over I-5. It's not a "let's go for a walk" walk, you know what I mean?

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And here's the hard part.

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Our next-door neighbor's son has spent the day taking down the laurel hedge. Oh, jeez.

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Before, it was even taller than our hedge. (Here's a photo from a couple months ago.)Now it's nothing.



Not that I have any love for English laurel, but I didn't really want another house in the line of sight from our living room. Oh, well. Maybe this will put a fire under us to do something about the backyard.

Then we're off to Party 2 of 3 for the weekend. Kirsten and Phyllis are there.

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Some people I don't know.

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The host is enjoying his meticulously organized garage.

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I get a beer and start talking to a couple I kind of know. I find out that he worked on the TV show Real People and she worked on the magazine Tiger Beat in the early 1980s.

I ask her if she met Rick Springfield, Ricky Schroeder, Leif Garrett, Scott Baio, and John Stamos.

Her answers were yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes.