9.01.2007

Our state fair is a gay state fair





The Great Minnesota Get-Together was sunny, warm, and stocked with the well-fed. Everyone's fair experience is largely the same: too much food, cute barnyard animals, not-so-cute children. And yes, that's Bjork done up in crop art.
Enjoy the rest of the Labor Day weekend. Monday's a school night!

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Speak for yourself, cowpoke. My kids were damn cute, walking around in their little cowboy hats, Gunnar yelling, "Giddeup-haw," as he said, "because that's what cowboys say, but I don't have my own horse."

Rolf

deb said...

How nice to have some state fair moments with absolutely no food-on-a-stick.

Crop Art has always been a primo destination for me, but I'm rethinking it after seeing Bjork immortalized in seeds. Were little kids afraid of it?

And I'm *so* happy to see the sock monkey chair. Thank you. I hope the sock monkey ball gown is a permanent exhibit.


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Our state fair is a great state fair,
Don't miss it, don't even be late.
It's dollars to donuts
That our state fair
Is the best state fair in our state.

Anonymous said...

I couldn't help thinking when I was in the creative activities building; why haven't Scott and Eric entered cakes, cookies and breads into the fair? It seems natural for both of you. Next year? Pretty please?

Here's a sweet article in today's Star Tribune about baker supreme, Marjorie Johnson, who won 19 ribbons this year: http://www.startribune.com/462/story/1395136.html

And you guys are way cuter than Marjorie, so you've already got a leg up on her.

To your kitchens!!!

Anonymous said...

How have you been sleeping? It's 4 am, 2 am, etc. for me lately. Nerves.

When it's quiet, I can hear the clicks as the roller coaster of the new school year slowing climbs its first great rise, nearing the crest that is tomorrow morning's first hour class. And off we'll go. The G-forces of life, work, reading, (practicing piano, for some) and just plain finding time for everything will make us feel entirely out of control, moments from flying out of our seats and off the track. But we are securely belted in by loved ones. They sit at our sides, with arms raised, graciously not puking in our direction.

Sorry about that trip to metaphorland. I'll direct it toward my students instead of you starting tomorrow.
Ann

Eric V. said...

We've thought about submitting some of our knitted goods to the fair, but a friend of ours in the men's knit group said that his beautiful Irish fisherman's sweater, which had been on display, was returned looking as if it had been run over by one of the tractors on Machinery Hill. No apologies or explanations offered, only a reminder that they're not responsible . . . So perhaps our pickles or bread will some year be blue ribbons, or maybe even a cake, but our knitted goods will remain as gifts or for ourselves—and not for fair-goers. Anyone go for half-price day?

Anonymous said...

Minnesota, Minnesota,
We are south of Manitoba,
We are east of North Dakota,
We've got something really rare:
It's fulfilling, entertaining,
It's true culture you'll be gaining -
Accept no imitations, it's the Fair.

I'm sad I didn't get to see Sock Monkey Utopia in person, but the photo is lovely. Squee!