Essays, Interviews, Observations, Pop Culture, Stories, and other Dodginess

The Oar

Posted on March 24, 2013

Once upon a time I helped Chicago recluse author Clive Javanski move some stuff into a storage room at a facility around Ashland and Armitage.

And I found an oar. I was reminded of the oar after previewing the upcoming interview with “Two Girls and a Boat.” Clive let me keep the big wooden oar. It wasn’t his. Someone must have left it in the room, or little garage thing. I didn’t really have a need for it, but I wanted it. I would add it to the decor of my home. Then I kind of forgot about it after a move or two, and it ended up in my own storage – whether that meant the laundry room corner of my 3-flat, the garage, or attic. For awhile I kept it in “the first room,” which is what I called the entry way one first entered through the door. This was a basement apartment of mine and it was under the porch stairs and completely concrete and prone to dampness. Along with the oar, I had hanging on the wall the 12-inch EP cover for Sinead O’Connor and Karen Finley’s recording of “Jump in The River” and some other musical trinkets.

I’ve yet to have the oar in the water. I don’t have a boat, for one thing. But after hearing the “Two Girls and a Boat” story I’d like to think this oar had its share of adventures on several bodies of water.  So now I’m taking snaps of it in various places on land, beginning with Senior Citizens Memorial Park in Bucktown.

Boat Oar in Chicago

The Oar at Senior Citizens Memorial Park in Bucktown

Senior Citizens Memorial Park in Bucktown, Chicago

Irish Week

Posted on March 11, 2013

Irish Week in Chicago usually begins with the South Side Irish Parade, which is the Sunday before St. Pat’s, and continues with various city-wide festivities leading up the the actual holiday. This year is extra special because St. Pat’s falls on a Sunday – so it’s a full seven days of revelry.

I didn’t take many pics on what began as a rainy SSIP, but I have a few dodgy ones. I wish I had more pics of some of the women’s fashion I encountered and promise I will at the Irish Fest on Saturday up north at the Irish American Heritage Center. One thing I noticed was more women in kilts. Not the sleazy Tilted Kilts kilts (although they have their time and place), but something more fashionable like that worn by one tall, attractive brunette who wore a slanted, tartan kilt just below the knees over a pair of jeans. There were a few gals with kilts just above their bare knees but I’ve never seen one over jeans like that. I think it helped she had long legs.

One of the pics I took was of a green-dyed bearded fellow who also made the gallery of the Chicago Tribune. Another is of a scary-looking leprechaun peeking out a window. There was an Irish Batman walking around, for which I have no pic. Use your imagination. I do have one of an odd vendor with a Riddler tie.

In addition to the Irish Fest, there are a few more parades (downtown Chicago and Northside), culminating with the St. Pat’s Twilight parade in Crown Point, Ind. The path of this parade runs only several hundred feet or so from Crown Brewing, which usually has a shindig going on inside and outside.

South Side Irish Parade

A cross between St. Pat’s and Mardi Gras

South Side Irish Parade

Strange vendor

South Side Irish Parade
A creepy leprechaun sneaking a peek

A creepy leprechaun sneaking a peek

South Side Irish Parade

South Side Irish Parade

Animal Rapist Strikes Again

Posted on March 9, 2013

Animal stories were the big headlines for the two major news sites serving the Chicago suburb of Northwest Indiana. One was about the discovery of nesting eagles at a local lake. The other…the Indiana animal rapist strikes again. Serial rapist-murderer of animals, I guess you could call Mr. Michael Bessigano. This is a sick story I probably won’t keep on the site very long, but think others should know about. It hasn’t been reported widely, and its news I’m surprised has yet to make U.K.’s Daily Mail Online – which seems to thrive on this sort of thing.

The gory details are in the stories – I’ll highlight a few here – but the main reason I’m intrigued by this disgust is the final sentence in one of the articles. I’ll get to that later.

Police found a bestiality pornography, a large rubber wolf mask, and an altar surrounded by candles.

This ass clown, Bessigano, first made news a few years ago for having sex with a chicken, and then killing it,  in a Valparaiso, Ind., motel room. Even Norman Bates found that disturbing.

He spent 33 months in a federal prison for downloading bestiality pornography. Bestiality pornography. Is there such a thing as bestiality pictures that aren’t pornography? I wonder if he had any Instagram followers.

Bessigano’s latest animal act occurred Friday when he sexually abused and killed a guinea fowl at an Indiana county park. Police found feathers from the bird in his home. Now he’s back in lock-up. Hopefully to stay. A lot of people nowadays in Chicagoland have concern about their pets being attacked by coyotes. Let’s not have them worry about a naked man with a hard-on roaming after their Rottweilers.

The most interesting part of one of the articles came in the last sentence: “Bessigano also inspired a state law making sex with animals illegal.”

So at one time a Hoosier could expect to have intercourse with a furry friend without the law hassling them. But at the same time, they couldn’t (and still can’t) purchase alcohol at a store on Sundays. Because that would be immoral.