Sunday, December 31, 2006

the sisters

the sisters
Originally uploaded by mrtoastey.

this is probably the funniest picture I have ever taken of my mom (left) and her sister, my aunt Sharlot. Sharlot asked me to take a picture of them together, and so I put them in a corner and got them telling funny stories while I snapped away... I think Sharlot was probably expecting me to say "Smile!" and then push the button... not to just egg them on and shoot frame after frame. Featured in this shot is my mom's faux uppity Well, you can kiss my grits! sort of look that is as hard to catch on camera as the Loch Ness Monster. And twice as scary.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Guest Host Lolli!

Thanks to Lolli, not just for being a Trivial Thursdays guest host, but for blogging about it, too! C'mon back down for some coffee and chat, now, y'hear? The whole Trivial Thursdays guest schedule is here, by the way…

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Super lisa

Super lisa, originally uploaded by mrtoastey.

My pre-press bag-piper wunderkind, to whom I literally owe my college degree. Busy as per usual!

Monday, December 04, 2006

Sunday, December 03, 2006

death to magnetic ribbons

death to magnetic ribbons, originally uploaded by mrtoastey.

I hate those magnetic ribbons! Support this, douche bag. But this—this—is a good one. I'd almost consider it.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Solomon Royce!

Well, Josh and Jamie are parents, y'all!

Welcome, Solomon Royce McAlpin Burks, who came into the big blue marble at 10:52 am today, after nearly three days of on-again, off-again labor by Miss Jamie. Jeez, oh Pete!

Jamie says:

Born at home in the water. I caught him!!
7.12 lbs, 19.5 in length blue eyes mama's lips Of course hair... more of that to come, surely! November 30th, 10:52 a.m. What a beautiful day to be born!!! We are so blessed and I am eternally grateful for the people that were here with me supporting me after three long days and you know who you are! Thank you everyone for all your blessings, prayers and support!
Love to you all!!
Jamie & Joshua & Solomon

Email your congrats to mom and dad!

Monday, November 13, 2006


Checkin' the werkz, originally uploaded by mrtoastey.

"Cricket Brian" delivers the goods for UK Theatre's upcoming production of A Raisin in the Sun. Woo-Hoo!

Raisin posters by cricket

I get to help brian cricket with ptinting posters for a raisin in the sun

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Cruise Comix!

Kenn said it was nice to have an "official photographer" (here's my pix) on vacation with you; me, I think it's nice to have an official cartoonist! Here's a bigger version of Kenn's 1st (hopefully, there's more to come) cruise comic!

Saturday, November 11, 2006


My granddaughter hides under the clothesracks (to the surprise of shppers) at Gabe's

Thursday, November 09, 2006


The election—on a national level—was great. At the very least, we can look forward to days or weeks of Internet satires, right? For instance, this!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

OMG! It's Kris Eans!

OMG! It's Kris Eans!
Originally uploaded by mrtoastey.
Well, the strangest "it's a small world" event of the cruise was the very last night, talking to a trombonist kid who was playing with a hot little quintet in the Ionian Lounge. We hadn't heard them before, and I was throwing around my Famous Jazz Blather® (which routinely leads to the question: "Do you maybe want to sit in with us for a song?" which leads to the answer from me: "You don't want that, trust me.")

Anyway, I tell this kid I'm from Kentucky and he notes that one of the musicians in the show band is from Louisville. Cool, I say, not thinking much of it. Then a few minutes later the words "trumpet" and "Chris" are uttered and I get this funny fealing and blurt out: Wait—are you talking about Kris Eans?! The guy says YES. I just about fall out of my chair, and it wasn't from the Martini I was drinking; Kris is a casual friend, but also the younger brother of Greg, a high school classmate of mine, and Kevin, my old photo-buddy, who sort of taught me everthing I know back in yearbook class and now works for USAToday!

And here's Kris, former Lexxer, Owensboroan, killer jazz trumpeter, right on Carnival Victory! I sent a message with the trombonist, and Kris called our room and came to visit shortly thereafter.

Look, y'alll! It's Kris Eans! I'm sure he'd love to hear from you, if you want to drop him a line!

Upon departing, I made the savvy packing decision to bequeath Kris and wife Nicki our room party lights and remaining supply of Bombay Sapphire (sob) and a bottle of Irish Cream. And I'm well aware that when you and your spouse's cabin is about 9' x 9', the standard response to being given a bag of stuff is gee...thanks.

Kris! See you in Louisville!

Monday, November 06, 2006

The Cruise pix (full set)

san juan coffeeOkay, kiddos, here then is the photo-tale of the crazy cruise through the Eastern Caribbean of myself, Lucy, Jo & Jason, and Kenn, and Leah. Some stories will follow, some have been told. Some will never be told. It's just that way! Have a look at The Cruise Fall 2006 on Flickr!

Lucy in the barber chair

Strange former barber chairs in the lobby of the fabulous Clay Hotel in SoBe Miami.. We comin' home.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Songs of the High Seas

There's something wrong about hearing Van Halen's "Ain't Talkin' bout Love" in the shiny, beglittered elevator on a Carnival cruise ship.

I can't say exactly what. There's just something… wrong about it. There's a lot wrong about the ship that can't be exactly pinpointed. Not the ship itself mind you, which is a marvel, and not only one of money extraction; but there is a casino, folks, a casino, and that is, I suspect, one of the prime machines of money removal from the pockets of the cruise crowd. Not me. Not that I'm better than that (not that I'm not), but I just don't seem to have the gambling bone. One thing I love about the casino, though: this shimmering soundscape that sounds like Heaven, kind of. It's this layer-after-layer of bing! and ching! and bling! bling! bling! that must be some part of the origin of the term, but I hear something else: I hear a sort of constantly-ending 80's synth pop song. I don't know: Flock of Seagulls or something… It's a magical sound and I love walking though the casino just to listen to it. I keep thinking that if I listen closely, I can learn and memorize this ethereal song.

Let's talk about music some more: in this, my second cruise experience, I again see that there's a lowest-common-denominator about the music on a cruise ship. There's a wide variety of styles played over the ship PA and in the stage shows and by the myriad of cover bands/karaoke venues. They all have this in common: the songs must be ubiquitous. Of course, the fallout of this criterion is that generally the songs must therefore suck. If only by virtue of having been heard by most ears approximately 900 million times prior to the cruise.

Last night, we caught as much of the big shooooow as we could handle. Lots of things on a cruise are sort of going for that really big show kind of vibe and they tend, as a result,, to be unintentionally high-larious. Last night's show was kind of a Big Tribute To All of Your Favorite Music, Cruise People! So there were these set pieces with dancers and singers and such to such beloved concepts/genres/legends/flashes-in-the-pan as: Elvis ("Jailhouse Rock" featured—somewhat scandalously—dancers in thongs and leather jackets. Ass cheeks anybody?); The Beatles sort of leading into The Rolling Stones (or maybe it was THE SIXTIES, it was hard to tell, since "Twist and Shout" was performed in highly psychedelic little, um, uniforms.); Prog-Rock (extra bizarre in its featuring of sort of Pink Floydian instrumentals accompanied by "modern" dancing (quote marks, mine); Madonna (basically a copy of the vid where she's dressed like Victorian royalty); and on and on… we hit the door during Madonna, not so much because of that, but rather because the Right Said Fred tribute was so, um, unforgettable, but maybe not in a really good way.

Other musical notes (ha ha! Such puns are really really funny on a cruise!!): I've routinely tried to miss the all-purpose island band that plays the main stage to hundreds of drunken current and former greeks. I'm not talking about the nationality here—they merely tend to own cruise ships—but rather to the collegiate variety. That band is called Cool Runnings, mon… Nice work if you can get it. Other onboard acts include a guy who's ruining a perfectly decent piano bar. I think his name is "Scott," but I could be wrong because in the daily what-to-do publication that appears magically on our bed every evening, several of the DJ's names are in quotations. I don't know if this is some sort of code or just some bad editing. Anyway, note to self: If (no, when) I have my own piano bar, make sure not to follow "Scott's" lead and have MIDI-strings and drums and stuff. Just a piano is plenty to carry such classics as "Feelings" and "Midnight at the Oasis."

FInally, I've got a little bit to say about the scariest place on the ship: The Karaoke Bar. Pick any evening and it's packed. I'm talking about people-sitting-on-the-floor packed. And this to hear somebody giving their all in a rendition of some Alan Jackson song or something. What is it that terrifies me about this? Is it it the rapt look on the audience's faces? Or maybe the actually decent quality of much of the singing to these schlock Young Country ditties? I think it has to do with the seeming preference of a lot of people to hear "jest plain old normal folks; like you and me!" sing songs that everybody knows and can relate to—classics like "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off" (ha ha! tequila! get it? it makes her clothes fall off!) Please fellow humans: get thee back to professional musicians. Karaoke is the musical equivalent of standing in an art gallery and announcing "Hell, I could do that." (self-deprecating ps: you really haven't lived until you've heard my rendition of "The Rainbow Connection")

"But Mick," you may be asking, "didn't you dig something the most, and what was that mostest thing that you dug?" Well, let me tell you, gentle reader. There's this jazz trio in a cigar lounge. And they rock most undeniably. We've palled around with them a good bit at this point. It's a funny little trio: two youngsters and a bryl-creamed older fellow on drums, who—bless his heart—loves to give lengthy explanations of each song that mostly nobody is interested in hearing. But I am, gentle reader, I am!

I even became fast friends with him by opening up the thrilling conversation topic of Is Hoagy Carmichael from Indiana or what? He did some research on the Internets, friends and came back to me with the answer Yes! Hoagy Carmichael is from INDIANA!

The real key to this trio though is a 25 year old piano wiz named Ian. I hate Ian, because guitar is his primary instrument, but he just happens to be a goddamned near-prodigy at Monk-style bop piano jazz. Fucking bastard, is what he is. Due in large part to his chops, the trio is capable of blasting through entirely cock-eyed renditions of warhorses like I've Got You Under My Skin or My Favorite Things or Stardust ("Hoagy Carmichael, ladies and gentlemen, who hails from the great state of—that's right—Indiana!") and sort of massacre them with unmitigated brilliance. I can honestly say that Ian has restored my faith in Jazz. Watching him play, whilst guzzling promptly-provided Black Russians from pixie-like server Ni (an Indonesian who has memorized all of our cabin numbers and names and drink preferences), I've remembered this great thing about jazz: It's about the melody, a living thing that—if it's a good one—is capable of being twisted, warped, turned inside-out—and still holding its original charm. Jazz is about flipping a song on its head and keeping the listeners enthralled with the promise of that sweet melody becoming once again familiar, reemerging when the time is right. Ian is absolutely capable of doing exactly that. This trio has been our cocktail hour staple throughout the cruise.

That may be enough for now, friends. We're headed back to Miami. This is a mixed blessing, I suppose. It's sad that we don't have any more ports to call upon. San Juan, Sint Maarten, and St. John/St. Thomas all had their own delights, yes, it's true; on the flipside, we're all pretty sick to death of ship culture: 3000 ugly Americans (some of them, not even Americans, if you can imagine the nerve) vying for an overabundance of prime rib, tacos, pizza and hurricane-like drinks in tall plastic cups. Ye gods.

But! This just in! We've successfully managed to change our Miami accommodations to The Clay Hotel and Hostel on South Beach and will be partying most gallantly at jernts like the Delano and the Shore Club all day and night upon docking! So there's that! Neon! Salsa! The Beach! Art Deco! Near nudity around most corners!

Pray for us!

Friday, November 03, 2006

more pix up!

Snorkelin' Lucy
Originally uploaded by mrtoastey.
okay, friends and neighbors.. we've finished the island-viisiting portion of our cruise, I'm sorry to say...

Here's a few more pix...

we're headed back to miami now, with the promise of some time in South Beach to get us through two days on this ship with some of america's ugliest. Or I suppose that could be us.*

*Insincere obligatory self-deprecating remark

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

the cruise!

nearly on the boat
Originally uploaded by mrtoastey.
here's a few pix... having a bit of u/l trouble.. (click on the picture for a few more..)

another post

I'm actually writing online right now, which is stupid, because internet access is a luxurious $0.75 cents a minute here at sea. They getcha!

Anyway, I'm writing b/c I'm waiting for some pix to upload so you can see the wonder that is this cruise adventure. Today, we're at sea, but this evening we're docking in San Juan, which I look forward to. There's been some talk of what to do; some people want to go on some bio-trip. Bio-schmio, I say. Let's go disco dancing. We'll see.

Looks like picture uploading ain't going so well... (sigh)

Maybe I'll try to upload a select few and put the rest on ice until we return. Oh—speaking of "on ice"—there are apparently several fascinating facilities that we don't get to see on the ship: a morgue, for instance. and a brig, too. I hope I don't end up in either one...

first word from the high seas

Attention from the high seas!

So this is the first test of my new portable keyboard. Out on the airy deserted deck 4 (teak wood decks but plastic lawn chairs), Lucy and I have found a secluded place to lounge. Here we may have a dream setup for writing or sleeping or staring at the ocean. And I may have found an ideal work setup: a ThinkOutside keyboard and a Treo 650 and a $700 million cruise ship.. I'm willing to give it a try.

Okay, let’s have a look at this cruise thing: First, the bad. Carnival ain't Holland-America (my only other cruise experience), despite being owned, I believe by the same parent company. There's fat, there’s plastic, there’s “for the masses,” it seems like to me. HA had teakwood furniture, more peaceful settings (at least I remember them that way) and less of a rock and roll mentality. there are a lot of people on this boat. A LOT. I Don’t know how many, but I'm guessing over 2000. i try to find sort of forgotten corners (right now I’m watching a lady walk and walk and walk down the breezeway, maybe looking for the same thing as me; and and and.... there—she got to the end and turned around. I was kind of hoping that she would have disappeared around some hidden corner. I'm looking for hidden corners. Still, our vantage point today is one of tucked-away-edness. The ocean rolls by, there's no Jamaica-mon music or extremely aggressive drink servers trying quite as hard to hand you an umbrella drink as a Hari Krishna tries to hand you a daisy (the Hare Krishna doesn’t want 8.50 charged to you room though). Now some of the good stuff: It’s pretty damned relaxing by any human measure. The room, like a kind of cocoon, has no windows and that's just fine. Aside from not knowing even remotely what time of day it is or what the weather is like, it's a dream dream dream land of quietude and calm. Of course, it's not advised to stay in the cabin the duration of a cruise, I guess. What else—they have this egg thing that I've got to get into. I mean literally, get into. It's in the spa area. (I will not—I repeat, not—be getting on a treadmill or doing any sort of exercise based on this one rule: If there are exercise shoes involved, I will not do it. Simple enough, right? In other words, if sandals are involved, it's okay. I guess I'm really talking about yoga here. I'll do yoga, but only if I can decide to get up at 8am. And why exactly would I do that? I'm trying to underachieve here. Thus, writing may seem like a contradiction, but the way it's laid out, i just have a keyboard in my lap and I just type. A sort of stream of consciousness. maybe you could call it a typing meditation. Live update: Just now, Lucy and I have taken notice of a guy that I first called "Tai Chi Man," who is down the breezeway about 50 yards and is doing some exercises in his street clothes. He's Asian, so I decide that it's Tai Chi, but I don't really know that. I've never actually done Tai Chi before, but I sometimes pretend to do it. This fellow has gone into this one routine that might be called "the Tai Chi ritualistic smoothing of the hair.” I don't think there's any vanity involved; it might be more of meditative scalp massage, I think. repeatedly running both hands through the hair from front to back, over and over. Now that's my kid of exercise. I think it's about time for an umbrella drink. Today’s special looked milky and delicious and deeply steeped in alcohol. Kind of a Strawberry Quik with booze. Also, more than likely, there’s a nap in my near future. Really that’s a basic truth of the cruise experience. There see this writing has reminded me of what I already knew to be important: napping, drinking and, um, what was the third thing?

Pictures are coming. Captions are unlikely, due to some technical limitations...

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Trivial Thursdays download!

The Oct. 26 edition of my weekly radio show, Trivial Thursdays, was maybe my favorite show ever. My guests were beloved writer and Merry Prankster Ed McClanahan and celebrated photographer/filmmaker Guy Mendes. We spent a couple of hours reminiscing about Lexington music legend Little Enis and big-hearted underground radio phenom, Cowboy Steve. They shared their personal experiences with these two characters, we talked about art, music and the ever-changing times and it was such a joy to have them on the show. We played music by both Enis (there's a free download of his album here) and Steve, as well as a host of vintage C&W contemporaries, and then Ed sang a song, just for good measure.

Since the show aired, I received request after request for a recording of their visit. And I'm happy to have made that a reality. So—If you want to hear Ed and Guy's visit to Trivial Thursdays, you can download and listen to the entire show by clicking here. (77mb mp3 file)

Also, if you find yourself awake from 7-9am on most any Thursday morning, I would love to count you as a listener. You can either listen live on WRFL 88.1 in Lexington from 7-9am, or you can listen online from anywhere with a fast internet connection. Every week, a different guest. Every week, some new laughs!

photo credit: Ed McClanahan portrait by Guy Mendes, courtesy of Gnomon Press.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Today is Picasso's birthday (and mine)

Yep, it's my natal anniversary! A pretty day by the look of it; More and more, I suppose I would adhere to these notable words from Granny, on The Beverly Hillbillies: "Every day's a gamble; I figure if I wake up in the morning, I'm a winner." Words of wisdom, Granny, words of wisdom! And let's not forget, in times of doubt, that I share my birthday with Picasso, Minnie Pearl, and Matthias Jabs, guitarist of The Scorpions. Matthias Jabs?! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout…

Today, I'm listening to David Bowie's Low and thinking about the line: "Don't you wonder sometimes? About Sound and Vision?" I do. I'm afraid I'll lose it (vision, that is) or maybe even never know it. But I hope I get to keep wondering, I guess. Sometimes I think I want the answers and that I want them right away, but I guess I wouldn't have anything to do if I had all the answers. So in the meantime, I'll enjoy the clear blue sky and friends and Indian food and breathing and an upcoming adventure or two.

Some other things that happened today are here.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Thriller 2006!

Originally uploaded by mrtoastey.
Mecca once again pulled the dead out of the ground for the 5th year production of their fabulous community event Thriller! Live in the Streets of Downtown Lexington! Hundreds of people showed up to see the undead get their groove on to the Michael Jackson classic.

Here's more pix!

Tall Tales on Trivial Thursdays Oct. 26!!

This week on the Oct. 26 edition of my weekly radio show, Trivial Thursdays, which features a different guest every week, and all sorts of non-sequitur chit-chat loosely based on the trivia of the particular day (whew-- major run-on):

My guests will be beloved writer and Merry Prankster Ed McClanahan and celebrated photographer/filmmaker Guy Mendes, who will reminisce about Lexington music legend Little Enis and strange underground radio phenom, Cowboy Steve. They both had personal experience with these two characters and are major story-tellers themselves. Expect tallness of tales. You can either listen live on WRFL 88.1 in Lexington from 7-9am, or you can listen online.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Louisville in October trip!

spin portrait
Originally uploaded by mrtoastey.
The big birthday trip (lucy: Oct 20; Mick: Oct 25), featuring a gig by Love Jones, accomodations at 21C and La Bohéme at the Kentucky Opera, and dinner at Proof on Main with Mom and Bill. Grand!

Here's some pix of friends and things and places and stuff, taken with my brand new Canon Digital Rebel XTi. Woot!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

The Return of Love Jones

Originally uploaded by merfam.
Love Jones touches you…even if perhaps you don't quite want to be touched in that way... Saturday night at Phoenix Hill Tavern, Love Jones concluded their 2006 world tour (one date in LA, one date in L'ville) with a smooth diminished ninth of a night.

La Bohéme at Kentucky Opera

A fantastic performance of my favorite opera, La Bohéme, at the Kentucky Center for the Arts. The 2nd set—Café Momus—featured a cast of about a hundred and snow.

Saturday, October 14, 2006


the amazing digital art in the elevator alcove at 21C in Louisville, with cast of Lexington characters to add extra flavor.

21c plasma

why, it's Lucy with our fancy wide-screen plasma TV showing weird art animations at 21C!

Kate at 21c

Me and Kate do the Mexican Standoff, phone-cam style.. (mine got blogged instantly, so I win)

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Come Out! The Spirituals premiere

Hope many people will come out and support transient Lexxers Ari Palos and Eren McGinnis' latest film effort, The Spirituals.

The Dos Vatos say:

You are cordially invited to the Premiere of our latest documentary film THE SPIRITUALS.

The University of Kentucky
Corner of Rose and Euclid
Sunday, October 8, at 7:30pm

As always the screening will be free and open to the public.

A question and answer session with the filmmakers, and the American Spiritual Ensemble’s Dr. Everett McCorvey and Ann Grundy, will follow the screening. A special edition DVD with bonus material will be available for $20.00.

We hope to see you at the screening and if you have questions please email or call (520) 481-9161.


Eren McGinnis and Ari Palos
Dos Vatos Productions

Some background of their new film's subject matter:

Before the Blues, Jazz, Gospel, and Rock and Roll, America honed an original form of music. Slaves created this musical expression, with African roots and a biblical text, for deliverance and secret communication. The Spirituals traces the painful history of this American art form and its contemporary significance with The American Spiritual Ensemble.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

where ya get one-a these?

where ya get one-a these?
Originally uploaded by mrtoastey.
I want the kit! I guess you'd have to be careful and keep your eyes open and what-not, but still…

Friday, September 29, 2006

OK Go - Here It Goes Again

Here's a great example of unsung heroes. This is the most delightful little choreography and it's easy for me to think that the band is that clever. And maybe they are. More likely, they're clever enough to employ a gifted choreographer to think up this ditty. Because it clearly took some work. And some concentration. (Notice the guy nearly fall at just over a minute in) This kind of thing, to me, it's easy to think, 'Oh! funny little idea!' when really it must have taken days, if not weeks, of careful choreographing. When something this cool looks so easy, that's an indicator of genius, methinks.

Cheers to OK Go for not being afraid to dance a funny little dance.

Build a better bat costume

I may have just found my my Halloween Costume

Monday, September 25, 2006

21C, y'all!

Originally uploaded by mrtoastey.
This weekend, loo and i were in looville for mike and laura's wedding and adjourned afterwards to 21C, the new celebrated hipster art museum-bar-hotel-restaurant, and it exceeded all expectations.

A favorite was this pictured: This is me taking a picture at a wall where there are letters "falling down." These are then layered in with real-time video of us standing there looking at the wall. Only, then the letters "fall down" onto the observer, making sentences. and the letters actually come to rest on top of your head and shoulders, until you move, and then they continue to fall down. Oh, and did I mention that the letters are actually spelling words and making sentences? so cool...

Saturday, September 23, 2006

The Black Diamond!

The Black Diamond!
Originally uploaded by mrtoastey.
It goes without saying that this picture does no justice to the killer strange that was The Black Diamond at Christ the King's Oktoberfest. A Neil Diamond tribute show at a catholic church?! Geddouddahere! What more can you really say?
Well, how about there are a ton of Neil Diamond tribute acts, but only one Black Diamond.

At the tow yard

Sue and me tryin to get her wheels back after last nite's deluge.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

My other office

Yeah, I know Kinko's actual slogan is similar to that, but it's been double-true for me for years. In the background, cindy owns on my behalf.

UK Theatre programs "in the pipe." finally.

Monday, September 18, 2006


So sad! The kitty Olive, she trapped outside, whilst the kitty Betty snoozeth arrogantly mere millimeters away, inside the screen! The nerve!!

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Hafla pura

Anaya Gypsy, totally rockin' the fan dance thing. Just one part of Mecca's Hafla Pura this weekend.

Friday, September 15, 2006

It's All About…

It's all about me and It's All About blog-pal Jamie, taking up space at ArtsPlace during Gallery Hop last friday. Well, she seemed to actually be working (at least, that was the impression of the digital field recorder), while I was doing the Laptop Lounge thing. Why don't I have a web page for Laptop Lounge? Good question.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

I can officially work anywhere

Well, practically anywhere.. Getting some things done whilst lucy and sister dana hit the Gap Outlet (not that I don't love me some Gap Outlet, mind you).

Floyd Fandango: A decent alternative?

Floyd Fandango looks like it's got potential. Usually, I'm kind of allergic to Ye Olde Outdoor Festival. If it smells (and I do mean smells) like a Renaissance Fair, clear the way. I'm pretty much outta there.

Which really opens the door for some sort of actually cool outdoor festival. Maybe this one—situated near the amazing Blue Ridge Parkway at the height of Fall beauty—is it. Could it be?

Tuesday, September 12, 2006