~~~ And so, I was a vendor at PanGaia Festival, out in the thermally enhanced interior of California, where an amazing percentage of the nation's food is grown, if there is enough water. The Festival was held on the great green lawn of the Fair Oaks Veterans of Foreign Wars Hall, which had many memorial structures, and an outdoor room with a floor and a ceiling with ceiling fans, but no walls. The Hall itself had a lecture room, a bar, restrooms, and other enclosed spaces, but we vendors were in our own booths, set up on the lawn for Summer Solstice weekend.
~~~ And so, I mainly sat, along with my booth partner Teri, and showed folks my work, and, for the first time, accepted credit card payments, using the Square magnetic stripe reader (which is indeed square) and their software. I made my own console with an old IBM wooden cube box, a vintage Japanese camera-tripod head, an iPad Mini tripod adaptor, and an iPad Mini, which the stripe reader plugs into. I installed latching magnets to hold the box lid shut, and it holds the reader and the tripod head for travel. Slowly I am being dragged into twentieth century commerce, and we are already fifteen years into the twenty-first.
~~~ There was a stage area where a variety of musicians played during the day, but Saturday evening, after vending, there was Adult Entertainment. I had joined the drum circle, which was briefly absorbed by Danse Macabre, the famous flute and drum troop in skeleton and corpse outfits, for their evening parade, and then we played for the stage audience. After stowing my drums, I sat in the dusk by the stage, watching the fire dancers juggle flaming objects. To the West, the Moon, Jupiter, and Venus formed a close isosceles triangle, different from their previous night's isosceles triangle. Four bats were flitting around the trees. To the South, there was a clear line of sky between the trees; and, as I watched, a bright meteor fell down that line of sky. After the fire dancers I went to bed and left the adults to their entertainment....
~~~ And so, I am back home. I had a good time, enjoyed the music, shopped at other vendors' booths, read some of Sookie Stackhouse's adventures, ate good food, and slept well. It was not as cool as at home, despite also having a constant cooling breeze, but I have sold at two festivals that were 113 degrees during the day, so I am not complaining.
Truth is a condition that occurs in the brain and which prevents thinking.