Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Please don't you shoot me into outer space

Make it to the one minute mark and I promise you will not be able to stop watching. Pure genius.

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Monday, April 21, 2014

Check mate

These photos of paintings featuring Putin and Medvedev were taken by Ellendea Proffer at a medical facility in Moscow a few years ago. I first saw them on my friend Arabella Proffer's facebook page.

The paintings pretty much speak for themselves, so I don't have much to add. But Proffer, a noted expert on Russian literature, has plenty of interesting things to say about the 1977 Moscow Book fair and other delights:

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Saturday, April 19, 2014


Dear fellow earthlings,

By some miracle of the lord, my photo is among the finalists for the 2014 Springbok Puzzle image contest. As astute followers of this blog will imagine, this moves me to tears of unprecedented joy. Furthermore, I urge the readership to take a quick survey and let Springbok know what you think of the images they are considering for elevation to puzzledom.

My image features some very sweet stars and stripes. The following photo is not part of the photo in the finals, but it should give you a pretty good idea of which one is mine.

Thank you for your continued support.

Love, Erin

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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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