This Week in Awkwardness

Last year when I went to the Florida State Fair I was so enamored with it that I wrote a whole post about it, so of course I had to go again this year.  I didn’t spend as much time there because of course I’d seen the permanent exhibits last year but I still loved it.  God I love fairs.  They’re just the best.  Florida State Fair is the best.  Go to it.

I sent in my application for an archaeological field school in St. Mary’s City, Maryland!  It’ll probably be a little bit before I hear whether I’ve been accepted or not, but here’s hoping!  I’ve applied almost two and a half months before their deadline, so hopefully I won’t have any issues with space availability.  If I get in I’d love to take the train up from Tampa.  I’ve been dying for another train adventure, but there just aren’t that many places to go from here.

Also I hurt my knee crashing an electric scooter.  Not even the kind that really wants to be a motorcycle, like a child’s foot-powered scooter with an electric motor in the bottom.  Just wiped out on the sidewalk right next to a busy road.  Possibly my most ridiculous injury ever.


Added to the Travel Map:

Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore, Porter, Indiana – dunes, woods, lake, ya know.

Museum of Ethnology and Anthropology, St. Petersburg, Russia – founded by Peter the Great with curiosities acquired in his travels.

Umpherston Sinkhole, Mount Gambier, Australia – a garden in a collapsed cave.

Corregidor Island, Philippines – WWII ruins.

Boodjamulla National Park, Lawn Hill, Australia – beautiful river gorge in the outback.

Historic St. Mary’s City, Maryland – where I’m hoping to do my field school this summer!

 

A Love Letter to the Florida State Fair

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I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned my absurd love of fairs.  Maybe it’s my Midwest upbringing, but I LOVE FAIRS.  All kinds: local, county, state, whatever.  I love everything about them.  I love baby animals and prize-winning chickens and little kids showing pygmy goats.  I love gussied-up llamas and livestock judges waxing poetic about cows and fancy horses with braided manes.  I love midways and overpriced rides and smells of awful fried food and obnoxious barkers trying to get people to play their ridiculous games.  I love expo halls full of craft booths and tables covered with handouts about bugs.  I love handmade quilts with ribbons pinned on them and dioramas with model trains running around the edge and forestry exhibitions of endangered animals.  I love ugly but lovable elementary-school art projects and musicians demonstrating mountain dulcimers.  I love samples of local honey and displays of exotic fish and barns full of rabbits.

I just really, really, really love fairs, and the Florida State Fair is one of the best I’ve been to.  I saw the Budweiser Clydesdales, fed a butterfly, and watched a woman weave cloth with a wooded loom.  I tasted ice cream some guy made as part of a demonstration to get people to buy some contraption or other.  I found out that Florida has a special kind of horse called a Cracker that does a funny little trot and saw a kid get hauled over to a hay bale by a goat he was trying to show.  I watched people feed carrot sticks to giraffes.  I spent seven hours looking at wooden clocks and bonsai trees and recycled yard art.  It was great.