I went to the oddities fair, the Vikings and the beasties were there

Listen, I have this ongoing bet with myself.

Here’s looking at you, GNV oddsters.

That I can take off on my bike on any given GNV Sunday.

Hold your nose and pass the hydrogen peroxide pal.

And in short order find something that positively begs blogging about.

Burning and pillaging for profit. A millennia-old tradition.

On this particular Sunday I was on my way to First Mag. Meandering hither and yon. As is my wont.

I dunno what a Chitin is. And being a self-styled Man Of The World, I refuse to Google it.

And I won my bet upon arriving at Bo Diddley Plaza.

“Odd,” I mused. It’s only May and GNV is already celebrating Halloween.

Open minds, open hearts.

Turns out that the Gainesville Oddities Market is a recent thing at the plaza. And in a handful of other Florida cities as well.

As oddities organizer Matthew Gray told WRUF: “A lot of these people are people that are not accepted in normal first Friday art walks or aren’t accepted in normal farmers markets and stuff. Their stuff is just weird or different or unique and beautiful in its own way. But the regular people look at like, ‘I don’t want that in my market.’”

But clearly the witches and the Goths and the Vandals and all manner of other, um, GNV oddballs, very much want Gray’s “that” in their market.

They keep the dragons caged. As per city ordinance.

Because odd is as odd does.

One hardly knows where to begin. Do one?

And, no question, GNV does odd.

From her lips to goat’s ear.

GNV celebrates odd.

Eye of newt, tentacle of octopi.

GNV revels in odd.

Art is what you can get away with: Andy Warhol.

And, oddly, is soon became difficult to separate the truly odd from the mildly bizarre.

Get yourself to the GNV Oddities Market and you will, um, get the point.

I love this odd town.

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