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If you're in the Chicago area and can scrape up some dough for a good cause, you will be here:
http://www.fitzgeraldsnightclub.com/events/view/Animal-Care-League-presents-Barktoberfest-SideBar-2

Reason 1:  Animal shelter fundraiser

Reason 2:  Berghoff food

Reason 3:  Open bar

Reason 4:  This is FitzGerald's

Reason 5:  That keyboard player is My Son

The Animal Care League is R. Cosmo Brown's alma mater and the place where Onyx and Obsidian had some work done.  Which means three of the six residents in my house have close ties to the place.  Rather closer than Nick and Sid would have liked.

Burglars hit a friend's home over the weekend.  If you catch wind of anyone selling a sitar, a dilruba, or two acacia-wood Kala Travel Tenor ukuleles with cracks on the face under the bridge, call the Chicago Heights, IL, Police Department at (708) 756-6400.  The ukes are expendable, but they might lead to the Rikhi Ram electric studio sitar which is priceless.

My friends are working musicians and this is, as you can imagine, very hard on them.  So if you can spread the word and share the flyer, much obliged.  Flyer is here in PDF format.

If you were expecting, say, a meteor shower and if you lived in the Chicago area and did not want to drive all to heck and gone, where would you go to find reasonably dark sky to the North?

And where's the nearest 24-hour diner, preferably with cherry pie and coffee?

I should have asked this two days ago.  But clear sky, who knew?

I suppose there are people who do not love spending an hour or two (or more...) studying maps.  This is not for them.  For the rest of us, the New York Public Library put a collection of 20,000 maps online, free to download under a Creative Commons public domain license.  Have fun:
http://www.nypl.org/blog/2014/03/28/open-access-maps


This is just a low-resolution preview resized for LJ.

In which I make good on the shortcomings of my previous post.
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My children, in the days before Instagram and GIMP filters, we had film cameras given away free by car dealerships.  Embrace the chaos of light leaks and unreliable film advance wheels.  Some of you will recognize what we were trying to accomplish here, and why several cameras were required including my magic plastic POS camera. Circa 1990:

My 2014 resolutions include finally scanning the rest of our pre-digital photos.  So brace yourselves. 

FROM THE EXPEDITION JOURNALS OF R. COSMO BROWN

Field research, cruel mistress!  Shall you never cease in testing me? Once again the Kitchen and its familiar massive oval crockpot are a wellspring of discovery and vexation in equal measure.

I feel a moral obligation to act as a loyal companion to "Mama" while nonetheless maintaining my objective reasoning as an embedded anthropologist. Hence I assist "Mama" in those many endeavours which gain from the unique talents of a feline adventurer. I do not allow myself to nap on the radiator when she needs me on the Kitchen counter. Nay, I do not! And yet, the difficulties!

In the first place, onions.  <sneef>

In the second place, in the name of all that is holy, could someone please elucidate to me the purpose of potatoes? It seems to me they exist only to take up space that would be better filled with meat. Omnivores! Bah!

In the third place, and it is a heartbreaking tale I must now tell, my responsibilities as Back Porch Supervisor require me to venture outdoors -- where The Humans have lately forgotten to turn on the heat despite my reminding them at every opportunity. Thus preoccupied outside in the bitter cold, a closed door barring me from the warmth and hidden mice of the Kitchen, I could do nothing while "Mama," clearly in a fit of madness, chose that exact time to remove two (!) chuck steaks from the icebox, trim them, and brown them magnificently. By the time I captured her attention and the door was opened, said glorious meat was already sequestered in the oval pot and covered by a lid. Yet I could have helped her. 

By God, woman, this is not a job you should be doing alone.

I am now dutifully guarding said oval pot from the mice I know to be hiding under the stove. I shall serve here for five to seven hours or until the meat is fork-tender and the potatoes are done, my only reward being the odd scrap of pot roast and the sure knowledge that someday, somehow, "Mama" will forget to close the porch door behind me. Thus ever are the hopes and tribulations of those who love Science.

I remain your humble correspondent to the Geographic Society,

-- R.C.B.

Crocodiles are using tools.  Just what we needed.
http://www.cnn.com/2013/12/05/us/crocodile-lures/index.html?hpt=hp_t2

Like we needed smarter raccoons.  http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/lessons/raccoons-and-the-city/enhanced-video-resource/7942/

In my adult life, I have cohabited with three black cats.  All of them beautiful, and all of them too cowardly to sit on the front porch with me and greet trick-or-treaters.  So I can only put Cosmo to use in photographs.  Ah well...

Max Bialystock's 1st Law of Producing:  Never put your own money into a show.
Max Bialystock's 2nd Law of Producing:  NEVER PUT YOUR OWN MONEY INTO A SHOW!!!

I am pleased to say that Moebius Theatre broke both laws last week and came out ahead.  Reply turned a profit and nobody died -- in storefront theater that counts as great success.  The audience feedback was good and we've established a good relationship with the venue.  Congratulations to director Katharine Zoe Graham and the entire cast and crew.  Now we have to figure out what's next...