Three pictures for this week’s Willamette Week.
I’m missing my usual gig as volunteer recycler Oregon Country Fair (a hippie fair, not a farm show) to come to ICON:8 this year, and while it is the obvious professional choice it was not a choice made lightly. I love those silly muppets, and you can’t beat camping in the woods for a week. Happily, there are a lot of unexpected similarities I have been noticing.
WAYS IN WHICH ICON:8 IS LIKE THE OREGON COUNTRY FAIR
– The stunning, unannounced appearance of a wildly costumed marching band. (We got LoveBomb Go-Go, as the Marching Forth Marching Band was doubtless tied up at the ‘Fair. Also, I don’t think they would have fit in the room.)
– People dressed their best, their tip-top to impress. And also a lot of regular people dressed normally.
– Meeting tons of fascinating, incredible people whose names I have immediately forgotten, so that I will have to go and re-introduce myself here in the coming days. (The difference here is that I have a stack of promo swag to sift through.)
– Experiencing obnoxious, unstoppable allergies.
– Reconnecting with people I sort of know through the internet, getting to REALLY know them. And meeting their friends and pretending like we are already friends.
– I’ve had more to drink in the last few days than I think have all month.
– Understanding that the point of the whole event is to be open, outgoing and social, yet craving solitude.
– Being completely exhausted, sore and drained, yet eager each day to go back for more.