The non-bloggish blog

Helping goats to beat the blues

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When answers roamed the earth

When answers roamed the earth
Questions hid on high ground,
Small doubts crept, eyes down,
not looking for trouble.

When answers roamed the earth,
they flattened fields of wonder
marched to the great unspoken.
What happened, happened.

In the new paradigm, questions shed
their camouflage, developed a certain
swagger; even mild concerns now vie
to  get in on the act, hopping around,

cluttering up the place, littering without
consequence, promoting pet solutions.
When answers roamed the earth, that 
would not have been allowed.

It's getting beyond a joke. So what if
history repeats itself? We could do
with some answers; just, you know,
until things are sorted out.

When goats wowed New York

Pretzels the victory goat

How to deal with goat-proof cattle grid failure

Like this.

A goat in a toilet

Okay, I know it's not much after so long an absence, but still, it's something.

Milton Park, Harare, Zimbabwe (a couple of weeks ago).

Yiddish Twist Orchestra – Bei Mir Bistu Shayn

Lille

Lisa and I spent the weekend in Lille.

We also saw a print of a Chagall painting without a goat (some mistake, surely).

Goat rodeo sessions

That's right. Goat rodeo sessions. Got a problem with that? Well, if it's good enough for Yo Yo Ma and Edgar Meyer, it's good enough for me:

Goats and Christmas (and arson)

Every year, the Swedish town of Gävle builds the largest straw goat in the world, weighing 3.6 tonnes, then burns it down. Here it is:

Why do they do this? Here's the story.

The goat has it's own blog here.

Gloves

It's the time of the season when 

some do and some don't. Doers

glance about wondering if perhaps

they've jumped the gun; barehanded

eyes peer enviously, repenting at 

leisure their earlier choice. In this 

time of change when spirits turn

there is no meeting of the minds.