world beard champ
we were at the velo rouge the other day when in walked (according to the open mike acoustic guitar players) Jack Passion, World Beard and Moustache Champion 2007. the words streamed out of their mouths on ribbons. jack’s beard was truly lovely and luxuriant, a bright red with auburn undertones. he was wearing a green cardie that made it pop beautifully.
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this weekend, i watched Goodbye Lenin! again and have been thinking about trabants. they were manufactured in east germany and made out of resin-soaked cotton & paper (omg for reals! if you tap on the hood of one, it sounds like knocking on a door), smoked terribly, and were difficult to drive. plus, you would sign up for one, and it would take about ten years to be delivered. they were the worst cars ever, but there is something sweet and kind of intrepid about them. they carried thousands of east germans over the border to freedom!!!! (and were subsequently quickly abandoned) plus, they have an appealing shape.
hmm, maybe too super beetle-ish iconography? dandelions?
to close, some trabant jokes for you that i stole from the internets:
Q. How do you double the value of a Trabant?
A. Fill up the tank!
Q. Why do some Trabants have heated rear windows?
A. To keep your hands warm when pushing.
Q. How many workers does it take to build a Trabi?
A. two, one to fold and one to paste.
fascinating!
my sister gave me a birthday fascinator!
beet-brambles-babayaga
baba yaga’s chicken-legged hut trundles over a blackberry-brambled hill where fireflies lurk, past snaily undergrowth, and into the purple night.
(^^^hee, see how i smush all my etsy tags into one jumbledy description!)
$5 in my shop
yeah!! this one was a breeze, and it’s even steve’s favorite!
there aren’t any goats that i know of in baba yaga stories. i wanted to add one cuz i was listening to a radiolab segment about a whole long quest that started when somebody saw a goat that was standing on a cow. at the very end, after interminable goatless minutes, the person telling the story concludes that it’s no great mystery why the goat was standing on the cow. goats like to perch on top of the tallest thing they can and have a look around. the real mystery was why the cow would let it. the nonchalant cow. (the nonchalant chicken hut?)
hm!
image from here
