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September 30, 2005

Its wooly weather! And plus, musings on horses. Also, our Rain Parade and tonight's Oktoberfest ride.

Jeepers, its cold!! How did this happen??
Its kind of nice because I could break out the big Manos/Kureyon blankie I made last year, some of you may know it. Its just about wooly enough to keep one's toodles toasty in that in-between time before its cold enough for the heat to come on. And plus now I am all in a knitting mood, ah yes, the wooly months! How we do appreciate them! Even while saying good-bye to our nice warm, sandal-tan-striped patas for another season! Today I am hoping to fortify with more Manos, so I can finish the fabulous improvised orange shrug which I am on the second sleeve of. (photos to come, really!) For those unfamiliar with the concept of shrug, picture one loooong sleeve that wraps around the shoulders. Shrug! A simple and somewhat crude garment but useful nonetheless, and good for using up 2 leftover skeins. Oh for a camera! Its it a golden color like hay in the sunset. Can you hear the horses coming in from the fields for the evening, the Indian summer sun a diminishing red ball on the horizon? Neigh. Clop, clop, clop. Their noses soft, their breath visible puffs of steam. Oh horses! Oh Fall! Oh sweaters!
Oh, too much coffee has Pippy brain.

The cold blew in with the rain that dampened our Pedestrian Critical Mass walk on Wednesday, oh my. It was a sad and soggy affair! But we persevered, and we perambulated! Oh yes, our dedication to fairness and justice worn on our soggy sleeves and our melting cardboard signs!
I brought stickers, (printed on my ink jet, and cleverly coated in clear packing tape to keep out the wet) of strutting sparrow silhouttes and the words "Not Jaywalking, Just Walking!" underneath, in Franklin Gothic, typeface of the Revolution. Nearly came to blows with a man who insisted we might be encouraging children to cross in the middle of the block. I insisted back that no, this had little to do with children who might be wandering unsupervised in the Loop, it was more about fines for jaywalking. Oh, and the fact that the city was less concerned with pedestrian safety than automobile traffic flow. Oh boneheads, why, why why. Once again he took the "yes but think of the children!" argument. And once again I sighed heavily, rolled my eyes, tried to talk really slowly, and explaing no one wanted children crossing in the middle of the road. Yes, well, but did I cross in the middle of the block? He wanted to know. YES! OFTEN! With pride. On my bike and on my feet. Oh this tiresome bozo! Finally I began ranting about if he were really the protector of the children he might consider the mother's children dying in Iraq. Scared him right off! All right!
Anyway, we walked and got wet and at the end I was a seriously drowned rat, my boots going squish squish squish, pigtails reduced to a sad skinny low-hanging state, my nose drip drip dripping!
Not sure if we acheived anything, but all's well that ends in the Handlebar, oh yeah. After wringing out my clothes at Dave's.

Tonight is the CCM Oktoberfest ride, annouced too late to procure leiderhosen, drat. But still, it ought to be good. I gotta new Lucky Cat squeeker for my bike, am excited to try it out!
Happy Friday!
more later....

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September 28, 2005

I really didn't know about this and frankly I'm shocked.

This morning I was google image searching for bicycle pictures, for a picture I'm working on when I came across the following on Wikipedia~

"Velophilia is defined as the sexual attraction to cycles and cycling paraphernalia. It may include Unicycles, Bicycles, Motorcycles, Tricycles, and/or Quadricycles. It is often accompanied by the obsessive-compulsive urge to ride a bicycle, and/or wear cycling paraphernalia during sex."

I mean, I understand it. For some reason it just never occurred to me that it might be classified as a kink unto itself. Wearing my helmet might give new meaning to safe sex, hm, something to think about. (I had in fact, heard tell of a woman who enjoyed the feel of bicycling gloves, but hey I wasn't there so I don't know. Really it wasn't me.)
The unicycle thing strikes me as especially pervy. Anyway. That and the story about the Giant Squid photo on Yahoo news started my day out right. You have to look it up because I am too lazy to make a link. Trust me, you'll be glad if you do. Whoa.

Marcel's looking quite handsome here, no?

He's not sure how he feels about big animals, and he for sure doesn't like the damp.

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September 22, 2005

As Once Again Marcel Hijacks the Knit-A-Log

Oh deer. Its Thursday morning and

Marcel knows that something is afoot!

And plus he gotta stick in his eye

but don't worry, because he was unscathed!

Can a dog be so lucky!
Can his friends come to see him, of a Thursday morning?
And take care of his medical needs, oh yes, a vitually painless rabies shot, cradled in the comfy lap of my friend Julia! Oh, how I love Julia and Dr. Dobner!

Dr. Dobner says I look like a Tootsie Roll!

Can it be true?!
Oh, it all comes from loving the hot dog lady so much!
We firmly resolve to cut down on snacks!
And brush our teeth, to eliminate tartar problems. How I love that yummy toothpaste, slurp. Mmm, poultry flavor!
And how I love my vet! Thanks again Dr. Dobner and Julia for taking such good care of me! I kees you both, many, many! Licky, licky, licky!

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September 19, 2005

Saturday, or, good things happen in threes

Hey what's going on Pippy?

Where ya been?

(this is Marcel's late-night interpretive dance, in anticipation of Fall. Thanks again to the Big Dawg for photography!)

Here's the thing of it, just in time for fall, the Chickami is back underway! With the help of a generous benefactor and also because Nina doesn't carry Dale of Norway. This is not a complaint, as we love Nina, oh we do! As the shop is so elegant, so pretty, so full of things to love! Just not the favored sock yarn of the moment.
And alas, its Yarn-Free Monday, oh yes, that dreadful day of the week when, even if you have wads of cash and are itching to spend it on all the Manos del Uruguay you can lay your grubby paws on, (I don't, but still) and must have instant gratification, you are unfortunately S.O.L. dear knitters. So the socks remain on hold. And anyway, we are awaiting that call from Arcadia saying the light grey has come in, all the way from, well, I was going to say Oslo, but really its Dale. Who knew?

The three good things that happened on Saturday were~

1.) I saw a couple walking a bright red tandem bike on Sheridan Road. The woman was in the front and the man was in the back. In the man's hand I noticed a cane, he was blind. It did my heart good!

2.) Later in the afternoon I carried my bike up 2 flights of stairs at the North Ave. and Clybourn stop on the red line. 2 flights! I am Small but Mighty (flexes scrawny biceps)!!! Onlookers were awed.

3.) Had dinner at Handlebar, then rode back to the west loop with Dave. On the way, crossing the expressway overpass, we noticed the full moon, huge, yellow and splendid, hanging low above the lights of the city. Howled a good deal for sheer joy in the cool of the evening. Ah yes.

p.s. go here and read about (Dr.)Rob Helpychalk's conversation with the mayor of Gretna, LA. Its generated quite a bit of interesting discussion.

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September 16, 2005

go watch it! and bonus feeble attempt at knitting content

Here's a fun movie trailer about bikes that I found in my inbox yesterday. There's no knitting in it, but it features tall bike jousting, which we at the Knit-A-Log neither condemn nor condone! Go watch it, it'll put hair on your chest! (And fyi, some of us really like that, as a few knit a log readers may already know!)

Perhaps a similar documentary could be made about stitch 'n' bitch groups. "Knitting is not just some mtv lifestyle s***!!!This is every f***ing day, man! Its not for the media!" Can you see me now? Fist raised high with size 19 lantern moon rosewood needles? Promising the take out the ladies at the knitting guild. We could do sheep jousting.
Oh, can you tell, its a slow news day??

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September 15, 2005

in which Marcel dreams of a flying milk crate

Hey where is everybody? Hello? Hellloooo?

I have a dream.
Its one of those dreams a dog has when he is snug in his den, under the covers with the Big Dawg. A paw-twitching dream!
In it I am riding in a fabulous conveyance, with the wind in my ears, the sweet perfume of the streets and alleyways wafting gently past my nostrils! It is a simple dream of a smallish dawg! A milk crate of one's own!With maybe a nice comfy pillow in the bottom! Pippy says she's working on it!
Oh Pippy, oh mom! Get it in gear! No pun intended!!
And while you're at it, knit me a damn sweater for god's sakes.

Check out Marcel slipping in the knitting content!
Well, the truth is, my energy has been divided somewhat lately, although the sock knitting goes on. There is one green and grey sock that is stalled because I ran out of the grey. Then there is a black and turquoise one and I am about to run out of turquoise. And then there is the Chickami which is indefinitely stalled because I've run out of black Rowan wool cotton. It is the Island of Sad Knitting, oh yes. I need to rethink this whole thing. I need to make green/grey/black/turquiose socks, oh yes, the socks so ugly they have got to be homemade! Trust me, it shouldn't happen!
Tuesday I gave up on knitting entirely and instead sewed a splendid new Biking Skirt, and put a patch of a lucky cat on the butt. Because all my skirts are too long for biking, and I needed a serviceable short, but not so short as to expose one's swimsuit area when pedaling, which would be unseemly, and also durable one. So now I got it. Photos someday, I swear.
Am I ranting yet? Have I had too much coffee??
Well I can't stop because I'm on a roll, and anyway I haven't told you yet that in case you didn't know it the city is beautiful viewed from a bridge, in the cool of a cloudy morning, with a slight mist kissing your cheeks and nose. Did you know it, dear readers? Especially when you have coffee in your hand, and nowhere in particular you have to be, and are existing outside of time in a blatant, irresponsible and unapologetic manner, as I have been known to do. (I know, I know, it offends people and I should get a job, but my eyeball is bleeding, so let me enjoy the visuals, ok?) If you stand on a bridge it all swirls around you, the grey-blue water (color of eucalyptus leaves) and the boats flow beneath, casting darker, undulating boat-shaped shadows in the water. There are the trains passing up above, the trucks, taxis, bike messengers and office workers buzzing past criscrossing bridge lines dotted with patterns of rivets. And everywhere there are huge things being torn down and built up. Sometimes its good to stand still and look at it.
Its true.
Believe it.

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September 12, 2005

same rant -edited for clarity!

Rats!! The Wicker Park Pedal Pushers Parade-Brigade was something of a letdown for most involved, unfortunately, including the American Diabetes Association (speaking of rat-finks, maybe I oughtn't to bite the hand that feeds-or that says they are doing something-who knows what? Paying themselves? oh, listen to me being cranky -in the name of people like me-but I'm not sure what they've done for me lately) because I'm not sure if anyone paid the $10 donation to ride. Being as I am their fundraising raw material as it were, I figure I am off the hook. (In fact, I believe I should get a kickback. This is Chicago, right?)Dave came as the Special Cycling Diabetic Poster Child Guest of Honor.

Some highlights included putting faces with emails, in particular, some ratty e-friends. I'd looked for them in alleys, to no avail (or maybe I wasn't looking in the right place. And then some drunken boys lead us astray, as drunken boys will) and then lo, found them in broad daylight (well, ok, twilight, rats are nocturnal creatures) smack in the middle of Wicker Park, circling about, as rats will, on pedal driven contraptions in a splendid array of configurations. And me on My Little Pony, my plain but serviceable best pal in the world. (One day I will make you handlebar streamers, if nothing else, little buddy, I swear!) A particularly nice highlight was Tiffany and her bike mounted bubble machine! A bubble maching which, apparently is available at any party store (intended for weddings). It has been pointed out by one correspondent that several of these could make for a magical ambiance in future rides. Hm, this is something to look into, I think.

The really big bonus~ the ah-ha moment, happened in the park before the ride took off. It was the moment when I put together the man in the nipple helmet with the man I had been emailing about a basket for Marcel. Oh yes, the ingenius and much admired nipple helmet, which has caught my eye numerous times, at numerous events (including gay pride, as the mystery wearer circled his tall bike near the sextopede, or the Sexcycle, as its come to be known, where I was virtually invisible between Dave and Bart on their leashes, save for a pair of blonde pigtails and a protudinous pink balloon) and which helmet I've always wanted to grope, if only for the bouncy bouncy sensation, and the sheer lewdness of it all! But alas have never been able to catch up to before, as rats have a way of moving fast, by their very nature, and looking forbidding! This one was looking around for a light, when I copped a feel, right there in the park, ah yes, it was gratifying! Yea, verily. According to the wearer, a splendidly skirted and I daresay olfactorily heady, (in a good way, really!) not to mention fabulously furred (his own, not someone else's) and bejeweled wearer of the helmet, others have had similar, albeit even more forward suggestions as to what they would like to do to the helmet. It seemed unhygenic to me, but its not as though similar thoughts hadn't entered my mind. Oh yes, believe it!
The short ride for some reason required a police presence as usual. To be fair, the police seemed irritated, not because we were doing anything wrong but because they were bored. Like I said, the ride was short. However I have it from one tall bike rider that he was feeling somewhat harrassed. It helped that all of Wicker Park was somewhat chaotic and overrun Saturday night, due to the coyote and also the nice weather. Car traffic was almost at a standstill in places so blocking an intersection or two didn't detract from the basic gridlock too much.
So after the approximately 15 minute ride ended in front of something of a party (and another $10 donation being asked) there was a feeble attempt to get another ride going. Dave and I followed Tiffany and the bubble machine for a while but again the ride fizzled, and somewhere near Division and Damen we found ourselves outside a Guiness beer sponsored event, which featured Irish drinking songs of a putrid nature. We petted some really nice dogs, Bella and Jane, the barky beagle, before wandering back to Milwaukee Ave. and milling about, getting food, and wandering back to the thing where the party was. We surprised some naked mud wrestlers (now that would have been worth $10 but hey we got it for free- minus the actual wrestling) and tried unsuccessfully to go to this silly party which seemed to be some grumpy people telling us to come back later. Really they were awfully grumpy for people having a party. Not so conducive to fun. We left.
We listened for a while to this '80s cover band playing some Scorps, oh yes. And I think it was not Cory Hart but one of those guys.
Went to a bad art show.
Went home.
Some knitting was done over the weekend, too, the mismatched socks continue unabated. I am thinking this may become a fashion trend, poverty socks. Because I keep running out of yarn before the socks are finished, because boys have got big feet.
Oh, and Friday night, Audrey's show was excellent, as usual, and there's still time to go see it, and you really must, dear readers. But if you want to buy any paintings, too bad. They're all sold. Not surprising. You can still order her book though. Do it! You will be glad you did.
John and I also hit Zolla Lieberman Gallery, to see paintings by Maria Tomasula, the image on their web page does her no justice at all. Really. Go to it.

P.s. Big big big thanks again to John for taking me to get my eyeballs zapped of a Friday! You are the best.

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September 08, 2005

of blobs, dawgs, and biking.

I am feeling a little bit blah. Here's why~ I have eye blobs that are not disappearing. In order to fix the problem that causes eye blobs I have to have lasers zapped into my eyes. Tomorrow I have to have more laser treatment to my left eye, last week I had my right eye done (and didn't expect to, thus I discovered a new extreme sport~ sunset dilated pupil bike riding. Try it for an honest to god adrenalin rush!
At rush hour! Special Knit-A-Log thanks to Dave for leading us to safety!). My right eye is apparently still bleeding, or was, as of last Friday. Sorry if this entry brings anyone down, like there isn't enough stuff to bring one down.
Thus I am having trouble generating enthusiasm for much of anything, even yarn, and am running out of gray for a certain pair of stripey socks. Hm. I'm seeing a mismatched pair in someone's future.
In any event, its hard not to be cheerful with dogs around. I give you, just in time for Around the Coyote, Marcel's Gallery of Doggy Delight~

With thanks to Uncle Wininger for photography as usual, and also Canine Special Guest Stars ~ well, we don't know the shih tzu's name, but Knit-A-Log readers may be familiar with Lucy the Boxer and of course Marcel's downstairs neighbor, Skippy (note regal tail posture!)

Also, just fyi, Printworks Gallery has an opening tomorrow night for Audrey Niffenegger's show of paintings, drawings, and prints called Mr. Death's Ephemeral Pageant. In case you didn't get the postcard, the one with the extra creepy, toothless, childlike skeleton singing "a little song of the womb" oh, with millions of little music notes above its poor trepanned little mishapen skull, its from 5-8:00 pm at 311 West Superior Street.
You've got to go to it!

Also, don't forget the Anything That's Ridable 1st Annual Wicker Park Pedal Pushers Parade! Here are the details, for anyone interested~
Saturday 5pm: 1st Annual Wicker Park Pedal Pushers Brigade Parade. A "RIDE ANYTHING THAT IS RIDABLE" parade, with the one exception being no motorized vehicles. Trick out your unicycle, tricycle, bike, big wheel, or create your own contraption. Come in costume, paint, drag, plain clothes, or your favorite ensemble. If creativity isn't your forte, no worries, pull into our tented garage and get overhauled by local artists, body painters and bike mechanics.

Currently I am finding myself at something of a loss for costume ideas and am open to suggestion, if its simple enough to be accomplished between now and Saturday morning. Otherwise, my plan mostly revolves around some fake leaves and birds and a hot pink nightgown (courtesy of a cowboy, I still love it even though it doesn't fit! Never fear,it will be lovely floating down Milwaukee Ave. If I get it together in time!)
I wanted to make a glittery swan hat but its not happening.
Oh, I am so uninspired.
Somebody please give me a kick in the butt.

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September 06, 2005

a worthy cause

I got one of these for Marcel! The money goes to helping the Humane Society of the United States rescue the companion animals of New Orleans. And while you are at the HSUS webpage, there are wonderful stories about pet rescues and reunions, some facilitated by the Houston SPCA.
This was my favorite part~
"the SPCA has already helped 30 animals at the shelter reunite with their families. The reunited pets aren’t just dogs and cats and parakeets: One of the reclaimed animals was a chicken who’d been raised “from a peep” by the man who came to take her home. “This chicken obviously knew the guy,” Boller (Jim Boller, director of shelter and field services for the Houston SPCA) says. He notes that many of the folks coming off the buses at the Astrodome were reluctant to let the SPCA take the animals in. “These animals are all that some of these people have left,” Boller says."

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not much to say except

read this blog. Really, do it.
And in case you missed it, try not to think too much about the quote from Barbara Bush, oh yes, she had this to say, after visiting the Houston Astrodome, " And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this (she chuckled slightly)--this is working very well for them."
Stunning.

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September 03, 2005

more Marcel's Humvee photos

Posted by pippypippy at 09:28 PM | Comments (2)

random hurricane thoughts and ranting.

There's been an interesting discussion going on on the Chicago Critical Mass list, about could some New Orleans residents have evacuated by bicycle. Something that had crossed my mind. Obviously not old people, sick, frail, or disabled people, and not necessarily children. As a person with no drivers' license or vehicle I know I would have needed to depend on family and friends who have these things and most likely would have saved my bacon.

Some involved in the CCM discussion went so far as to ask

"Would it make sense, say, for the government to mass produce
compact touring bicycles for the purpose of airlifting them into
disaster areas? Mandate a minimum number of public use bicycles in
every city for disaster evacuation purposes? Could this be more
effective than transport the people themselves? (i.e. the plane that
does the drop wouldn't need a runway, or even a pressurized hold)"

Its interesting to think about anyway,even if it sounds kind of goofy and improbable. And plus, maybe in this case it would have been better to drop blow-up rafts. But in advance of the water, I suppose people could have ridden to somewhere to get on buses or trains.
The thing about having a bicycle plan that I like is that doesn't involve sitting in traffic and/or waiting for some authority to come and get me, or tell me where to go. The latter having failed the most vulnerable people pretty well in this situation, sadly, it seems to me. But then, of course, where do you go if you have nothing and no one makes a place for you.
This is all projection, of course, because the thought of being helpless, sitting on my roof or in a crowded, collapsing stadium, makes me crazy. The idea of being vulnerable and sick (in my case not having the means to keep my diabetes under control, and god knows there must have been diabetics, there are thousands of us) well, I've said it before, it makes me feel panicky. Anyway.
There's no way to make sense of it all.
There is an interesting article at ZNet by Christian Parenti about How the Free Market Killed New Orleans.
Here is a good representative quote from the article~

"Bush's agenda is to cut government services to the bone and make people rely on the private sector for the things they might need. So he sliced $71.2 million from the budget of the New Orleans Corps of Engineers, a 44 percent reduction. Plans to fortify New Orleans levees and upgrade the system of pumping out water had to be shelved.

Bush took to the airways and said that no one could have foreseen this disaster. Just another lie tumbling from his lips."

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September 01, 2005

white howse pets part 2

Today I was perusing Yahoo news, trying to locate a photo I saw on someone's blog (forgot whose and can't find it again- or the photo) of Bush playing guitar before addressing more *ahem* probably pressing issues. Then I came across this~ (and oh I am loathe to pollute the Knit-A-Log with this image but it relates to yesterday's dream, cinch up your gorge and proceed with caution)

So you see I am terribly conflicted! Cute doggy! Ugly man! Its not Barney's fault he is owned by an clueless insensitive inept brain-dead war-mongering liar. And on television all he can offer is that clean-up from Katrina will take years, with that smirking sad-chimp look of feigned concern. Oh, my potatoes have long since boiled over. What is there to say?
That I was up a good part of the night dissecting the news I'd seen of poor people left stranded in a disaster, sick people, (including a man I saw who said he had diabetes, was running low on medication, and had been surviving on potato chips. Contemplation of that situation hits very close to home, the idea of sitting for days with no access to food, water, or medication nearly induces panic in me, just to think about it! And who knows how many thousands of diabetics were similarly stranded. This is my worst nightmare.) elderly people, disabled people, children, babies, poor people. Of course poor people.
Other people have said it better than I can, here is one place I like to get news from~ http://www.democracynow.org
Also, Rob has some good links on his blog.

You see, I am only ranting now.
Sometimes you have to rant, you know?
Ugh.

Well. In the extended entry, read about an upcoming art and freak bikery event in Chicago, which also happens to benefit the American Diabetes Association. This knitting, cycling, diabetic plans to be involved!And is looking for a possible posse! Spread the word!

p.s. this just in! We've received permission to post a photo from last Friday's Critical Mass, from the photographer whose very nice portrait-style image gallery can be seen at the above link!
Without further ado, the basket-riding mop-dawg with the regal demeanor~

Oh my! Finely coiffed, as well!
(p.s. Thanks, Don!)

1st annual Wicker Park Pedal Pushers Brigade Parade
presented by AAA Studios

On Saturday September 10th, AAA Studios presents the 1st Annual
Wicker Park Pedal Pushers Brigade Parade. This event allows anyone to
partake in a "RIDE ANYTHING THAT IS RIDABLE" parade, with the one
exception being no motorized vehicles. Trick out your unicycle, tricycle,bike, big wheel, or create your own contraption.

Come in costume, paint, drag, plain clothes, or your favorite ensemble. If creativity isn't your forte, no worries, pull into our tented garage and get overhauled by local artists, body painters and bike mechanics.

This event is an opportunity to raise funds for research,
information programs, and advocacy efforts that support people with diabetes in our community. Unlike most fundraising events here in Chicago, we are providing a platform and a unique opportunity for artists, performers, musicians and the like to fully express their creative talents, network, promote environmentally conscious transportation, and to get a little bit weird for
a good cause!
Our efforts will directly benefit over 700,000 thousand
diabetics in Illinois, with nearly 400,000 of them in Chicago alone. We are asking for a donation of only $10 to participate, with all proceeds going to the nonprofit American Diabetes Association.

Registration begins at 5:00pm
in Wicker Park (Damen & Schiller, just south of North/Milwaukee/Damen
intersection). The procession will begin in the park with ringmaster Anthony Mosley (Collaboraction) and two performance art groups, Environmental Encroachment and Mucca Pazza, leading the helm through the streets of Wicker Park. We'll take to the streets at approximately 7:00pm with the parade ending at a post
parade block party at the AAA Space (Milwaukee & Wabansia, 2 blocks north of 6 corners on Milwaukee).

If you can't participate in the parade head directly over to AAA
Studios, where over 20 artists, performers, and musicians will participate in the Around the Coyote Arts Festival. Feel free to check out the Mud Queens, an all female charity fund raising/mud wrestling team. The Mud Queens will
wrestle to raise funds for the Young Women's Improvement Project. The
"mudness" begins at 7:00pm in the AAA parking lot, so throw down a $10
donation and watch these ladies go at it!

AAA Space will continue the festivities with drinks and live music by Bible of the Devil, Imperial Battlesnake, and Venue. Show your parade bracelet and get in for FREE, or a suggested $10 donation. Beverages provided by GooseIsland. So grab your "ride", gear up and come on out for this fundraising
fiesta!

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