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|Monday, June 8th, 2009|
So, as an update....all of these fine ideas didn't just float away to some ethereal nether region of the internet.
My wife and i have reopened a general store in springfield, ky with a broad assortment of local goods including pottery, pickles and aviator hats.
sadly due to the time constraints of living up to my boasts my blogging has gotten whittled down to face book sized chunks, look up david zoller if you want any further updates, the store also has a fan page it's the valley hill store.
i hope all of you are well, and i miss the hell out of livejournal (sometimes)
|Wednesday, October 26th, 2005|
just why are the flags not at half mast?!?!
i am sorry to report that the last of the xanadus has gone to the big styrofoam future in the sky.
as far as my research can tell the only large scale polystyrene dome home left is in new mexico and inhabited by a group of con artists that are presently reinventing themselves as a cult....
which seem like a lot less fun than the squalid glory of florida's xanadu where the doors where always open, and new friends were always stopping by. in the week i lived there i played got to play host/ informal tour guide/ phantom of the xanadu to several groups of folk.
the good news is two folk i talked to expressed an interest in letting me throw together a xanadu on their property, should i ever get the equipment together.
this is a sad day.
i'll be posting a full walk through here shortly so you can see what the world has been deprived of.
|Wednesday, April 13th, 2005|
i'm tempted to take all of this community's interests and put them in my own user info. that fact is pretty cool.
i'm ginger, a sculpture (into kinetics) major at mica in baltimore, interested in roadside stuff (this site
is sweet) and circus freaks and decay and rebuilding and the 1920's and all that jazz (haa) that i'm sure you're all into as well.
right now i'm building a self-propelled circus train, complete with freak show riding shotgun. there's a fat lady on the front with outstretched arms (acts as the cowcatcher). i'm having tons of fun. should be done this weekend.
also, for some reason, west virginia strikes me as a good place to inhabit when i'm ready for it, because in my head it is full of oddities and roadside stuff, and is also pretty much empty and eerie. is this somewhat true? is there some subtantiating evidence to why i feel this way?
|Monday, March 28th, 2005|
all right, so there are four folk on here other than myself. i'd like to ask y'all a question.
what is the purpose of the modern roadside attraction?
|Monday, February 28th, 2005|
|Friday, February 25th, 2005|
i finally got around to getting my corner of the interweb to start laying out my plans if you want to see what i'm up to go over to http://brkst.com/index.php/Narragonia
it's all done in the wiki style so it's massively hyperlinked and fully edit-able so feel free to add to anything.
please do tell me what you think though, i know it's sloppy and sparse and am working on it, but if you could let me know which direction you are most interested in seeing worked on, that'd help a lot.
the prattville cross garden
howdy, i'm taking a lap around the country on a rickety old motorcycle. it's a damn shame i don't have a camera for most of it, like going through the mississippi delta the shack capital of the known world. but i did get to borrow a digital camera for my trip to reverend rice's cross garden and trailer park.( TESTIFY!!Collapse )
i got to meet the good reverend's widow in her home (which contained even more crosses than than the garden) signed the guest book under neath the names of many an elder this elder that from salt lake city. the widow relayed her frustration that god had not called her husband to less back breaking calling, apparently he worked himself to almost literally to death.
the new outsider art movement has been a blessing and a curse to the cross garden, on one hand they are able to keep the place up by selling off the crosses. on the other there's nothing stopping anyone driving down the road from picking up a few souvenirs.
at one point the reverend (not actually ordained, very much honorary) had a praying dog that would bow it's head whenever mr. rice would pray and would not look up until he heard amen.
mr. rice seemed to be an exceptionally sweet affable sort from everything i read on the roadside america site, very full of enthusiasm. his widow said he was very excited to pass on from this life. and surely there are few more qualified to make past the pearly gates than him.