The Folk Festival has been thoroughly survived. And with its passing, the entire city, as it does every year, has gone “OMG summer’s almost gone nononono” and is now attempting to cram way too much stuff into the time that’s left before September rolls around.
This week, Eastern Edge is holding the 24 Hour Art Marathon Festival. I’ve been to a few events already, but tonight’s the marathon, and that’s the core of the whole thing. I’m home waiting for a kiln to shut off, but then I’ll mosey down to the harbourside around midnight and see who’s made what. It’s always awesomely, wondrously cool.