Thursday, April 17, 2014

Alt Cleveland

For this week's Fresh Water, I've rounded up a whole slew of the wierd, the alt and the tripped-out, Cleveland style. In that link, you'll find pagans and worms and Angels and garlic and a walrus. It was a blast to write. I hope it's as much fun to read.

As usual, I like to serve up a side dish with something that meaty, so here are some companion pix. Click to embiggen:

Chalk lady

Awaiting Method of Spirit Communication workshop

Ritzy Toynbee

Backstage ghost hunt

Pic from a guarded coast, Erie style

Mysterious pagan detritus

Terrifying taco-in-a-bag

Concrete cave

Alt fashion

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Garden of death

Dubious talismans in my community garden plot

Dear Readership,

The Goat has secured a plot in the community garden. I visited it over the weekend and found it to be a perfectly lovely affair with a high secured fence and rows of raised beds neatly lined up between generous paths for easy access.

When I located our plot, however, I was dismayed to find not one, but two small gravestone markers bidding, "RIP."

Obviously, this does not bode well. That said, the plot next to ours had a couple of similar grave markers and a skull nestled amid the soil, so I figure I'm doing hella better than that guy (which I'm pretty sure is the Mayor).

April 14 in the Year of our Lord 2014, in Cleveland, Ohio

Despite all of this and today's coating of snow, I shall soldier on and unravel the mysteries of a host of terrifying gardening mandates such as bone meal, nitrogen and beneficial insects. Who knew gardening was actually one of the dark arts?

Stay tuned. I shall have an honest-to-god tomato this year no matter what other horrors befall me.

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Saturday, April 12, 2014

Holy cow



That there is one-fourth of a pasture-raised Ohio cow. Well, maybe a little bit more than a fourth. My cow-purchasing mates did not want the tail, tongue, heart or liver, so guess who ended up with those?

Badass.

Now then, dearest reader, while your humble hostess is pretty damn far away from the prepper set, the anti-vax set and the crazy-diet-of-the-day set, she is starting to pay attention to what the hell is in our food. A whole helluva a lot of it ain't real pretty.

Yes, I will probably turn into Bad Erin occasionally. No, I will not wrinkle my nose rudely at your Aunt Helen's Company Surprise Casserole at the pot luck. But the Torani sugar free flavored syrups? Gone.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey man, does anyone know what the hell I should do with this heart and tongue?

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Thursday, April 10, 2014