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Given all the schiesse coming down the poleetical pike these days, I oh so feel a post coming on that is guaranteed to offend everyone on the planet and maybe even some aliens in their space ships. But that's next week.

This week, today in fact, I simply want to enjoy the fair. See myself some Fancy Dress dancers. Yes, that's an actual category in Native American Dancing: Fancy Dress. How fabulous is that?

I also want to buy some art. See if he is here again this year.

I own one of his drawings but would love to be able to afford more, more, more because Maldonado is muy talented. I guess I can take solace in the fact that I just don't have the wall space, never mind the budget.

I'm hoping Kabu is here again this year as well. Again, lack of wall space means I'll be able to pay the mortgage instead of trying to coordinate one of his massive canvases with my office decor. But, look how awesome!


I do think I'll cheat just a little bit though and push the envelope of the question: just how many pair of chandelier-style Zuni petite point earrings does one girl possibly need? Oh, you'd be surprised.

Also in Moi's plans: champion rabbits, fowl, and beef.

And, of course, I plan to stuff myself silly, sat fat cals and political incorrectness be damned.



I know that some of you have your own fairs coming to town this weekend and are, in fact, just as big of fair freaks as I am. If so, I'll raise a deep fried Snickers bar in your honor around noonish today. If not, well, what in the heck are you waiting for? Nothing more fabulous on a late summer day than the smell of fresh horse poop.