Denmark next year?

still trying to figger out where to go from Portland, at least to visit. Denmark seems to have a lot of things I like going on, I just bet those people will be speaking a foreign language when we get there.
I love the idea of touring around Portland, doing guerilla shows off the backs of Tall bikes and other monsters we have created.
I'm having an art opening on Thursday. It's at a bar called Zaytoons a few blocks over. The lady who owns it is really (I mean really) cool and is letting me put up my "History of the rubber chicken" instillation. I sure hope they all sell to people who need them as much as I like the money.
I'm told by my friends to sell the art at inflated prices because it's in one of the new restraunts that moved in and because my art will be hanging in a place I couldn't afford to eat in.
I've never looked at the menu, for all I know it's plenty affordable, I just assumed that because the toilet is from this century and the building is level that I wouldn't have the cash to eat there.
I made sure that anyone can afford my work and the biggest painting (The big Bang) is getting sold by the pound.
Now I feel lower than the volume on dads porno movies for not finding the time to eat at Zaytoons.
I'm a little skiddish now days, In June I tried to be a good neighbor and have a meal in one of the new places and got sick, not just because they took a splendid fish from the sea and then further insulted it by battering it and deep frying it...Ok it was because they deep fried it.
this is my artist statement for the chicken show.
I was contemplating one of the many rubber chickens that live here
at the Clown House. I decided that they were the perfect punch line
that never really needs a joke. I also noticed that, throughout
time,
history repeats itself like a drunken compact disk that's been
laying in
the street for a week. So, in an attempt to enlighten and entertain
the
masses (and get my banjo fixed...The instrument, the pooch is
already
fixed), I have painted many chickens.

It is my belief that everyone should be able to afford my art, so the
sticker price is the lowest possible for my time, talent, ideas, and
materials. If you can do better, lay it on me, and perhaps by this time
next year we could have a bike-powered roller coaster in the yard, or a
giant play structure made of bike frames...Or we may just use the money
for more rubber chickens.