greek festival st augustine floridaI first heard about the Greek Festival last year, from a young coworker who was performing as a dancer. I wasn’t able to make it then, but when I saw the notice about it this year, I made special plans to attend. It was held this past weekend, October 12-14.

We arrived around 6:30 pm on Saturday night and had the benefit of chamber-of-commerce weather - gorgeous, breezy, no humidity, still shorts-weather, but not hot at all. There was a $2 charge for adults, kids were free. There was an area for the kids to play, just a couple arm-breakers (inflatable jump rooms), and some table games. This was the only part of the place that was a bit overpriced - $5 for 6 tickets, and it cost 3 tickets to go into an arm-breaker. $2.50 per is a bit pricey, in my opinion.

There were a number of tents with artwork and crafts of the quality you would normally see at art festivals in these parts, with most being fairly reasonably priced. The vendors were definitely exhausted by the evening, with most content to sit in chairs in the back of their tent and let us window-shop.

The food was definitely the highlight, though! I enjoyed a great gyro, and immediately regretted not springing $12 for the platter of entree foods. Yum! While we ate, a band played greek music and the people attending danced traditional greek dances. The atmosphere was great, everyone was having a good time, and we even ran into people we knew so we had company to enjoy while we ate.

We missed the performances late in the evening due to a tired child, but stopped at the dessert booth on the way out to grab some baklava, my wife’s favorite greek dessert. She tells me it was wonderful.

So, I’m thinking about declaring this a pre-fab zone - you know, a cheap, mass-produced knock-off of the original.

Take a look over to your right, in the sidebar, where I say I will rarely take time to comment on the world outside of Florida.

This is one of those times.

What is it that could possibly compel me to step out of my geo-centric box? What could possibly be an issue of such import that I must link to it from this page?

As A Working Mom, It’s Hard To Find Time To Masturbate

It’s over at The Onion, so it isn’t appropriate for those under 18. Mmmmm, quite graphic. I have to admit to squirming a little while reading it.

As is my habit, here is a little cut-n-paste to enjoy:

I only wish I still had a husband to take some of this work off my hands. If I had a man around the house, I bet I could find all sorts of opportunities to masturbate.

Married men and women get this little joke immediately. Single men and women will need about 10 seconds. You have 6 seconds left.
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Heck yeah, I dugg it.

Several Florida bloggers have blog-radio shows to go along with their various and sundry websites, because they are budding Web 2.0 media moguls while I’m still farting around with Blogger and learning WordPress.

Meh.

I STRONGLY suggest you head over to Colleen’s site to listen to the replay of the Colleenie-Weenie show. The first 15-20 minutes or so is a fairly graphic discussion of porn terms.

I learned a two new ones. I’ve lived a sheltered life.

No, I’m not going to tell you what they are ‘cuz you’ll just google them and skip listening to the show. Consider it a teaser.

Next up is Mr. Fab’s Pointless Drivel Live! show. We get a preview of Mr. Fab’s upcoming poop-posts. Gold, Jerry, Gold!

Papa Lives! **

A Floridian took home the grand prize at the Hemingway Days Hemingway Look-A-Like Contest over the weekend. The event was held at Sloppy Joe’s in Key West, a Key West institution famous for the fact that I was once thrown out bodily into Duval Street by six bouncers.

Also, Ernest Hemingway used to drink there, so there’s that too.

**Funny story: While living in Gainesville during college in 198… well, too long ago, my roommate was a buddy from home who looked like a 5′11″ Ah-nold. I’m told women considered him very attractive. I wouldn’t know, what with being straight and all. Anyway, he was approached at the Florida Bookstore but a man claiming to be the photographer for the “Men of Florida” calendar and asked if he’d like to take some test shots. Might have been the muscle shirt and Daisy Dukes he was wearing. He agreed, and even accepted a ride home from the photog, where I found them engaged in a deep conversation in the guy’s car when I came home from class. I may have the most finely-tuned gaydar on the planet for a straight-guy, and I knew immediately what was happening. My buddy went over that evening to do his shots, after being warned that he was being set up, and returned an hour later VERY angry and VERY embarassed.

He told me it started with some innocuous head shots, then progressed into shirtless shots, then he was asked to get in a sauna and get sweaty. When he came out, the guy started posing him and let his hands wander a bit. Meh.

So, my buddy shoves him and heads for the door, with the photog trying to apologize and convince him to come back. He hopped into his 1964 red Ford Galaxy (the coolest car in Gainesville at the time, IMO), revved the engine, flipped the bird, and shouted at the top of his lungs,

“Papa Lives!”

Yeah, a long way to go for such little payoff, but thanks for reading. Sorry, I can never see or here anything about Hemingway without that story popping into my brain.


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Turning to the world of business, more specifically, business reporting, and even more specifically business reporting in Jacksonville, the Jacksonville Business Journal announces a plant closing that even the lowest of hourly workers at plants 30 miles away knew about 3 weeks ago:

Dura closing Jacksonville plant

Way to be on top of that breaking news, guys.


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Mother of the Year

You know, I’m used to reading this about people buying drugs. They’re so desperate and addicted that they don’t freaking think straight.

But this one was selling drugs.

But at least she cared enough to keep them close where she could keep tabs on them.

Unlike the parent’s (grandmother?) of this 6-yr old boy who was hit and robbed by two men while walking to a convenience store.

Is it me? Am I the only one that thinks the media missed this angle on the story?


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A couple of weeks’ ago, I blogged about local Jacksonville media reporting extensive Sunshine Law violations by the Jacksonville City Council.

Well, guess what? It’s going to the Grand Jury.

Not only that, State Attorney Harry Shorstein is making hay out of this episode, taking the opportunity to confront the Council on their own turf: Shorstein scolds council on meetings

If you want to see something REALLY funny, click through that link and check out the deer-caught-in-headlights looks of Lad Daniels and Michael Corrigan. Brilliant photo by the Times-Union photog, John Pemberton.


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It must have been a slow news day in St. Petersburg a couple days ago, or else it just got really, really, hot.

Probably both. With a median age of 83 for their population, not much happens there. Most of their news actually takes place in Tampa.

Anyway, there was an interesting piece about sweet tea a few days ago. Those of you in the north will never understand our obsession with sweet tea. We’re raised on it. We can get it anytime, anyplace, with free refills.

When I was traveling on business, it was like pulling teeth to get iced tea, sweet or unsweet, outside of the southeast. If I ordered it at breakfast, the waiter would look at me like I was from Mars, then go brew it.

Can you believe that? It wasn’t even brewed!

What are we gonna do with those yankees?



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I got a kick out of this - the director of the archaeological group didn’t let a find get in the way of his surfing.

I’m having an Apocalypse Now flashback… “Charlie don’t surf”…

Bits of nautical history rise in sands of Vilano
By MATT COLEMAN,

The Times-Union

With Capt. Jack Sparrow and the latest Pirates of the Caribbean riding high on top of the box office, the remnants of a 19th-century ship uncovered over the weekend at Vilano Beach are harkening back to North Florida’s nautical history.

One of the discoveries, a 100-pound, 6-foot-long piece of iron covered in seashells and mineralized sediment, would be barely distinguishable at first glance to a novice as part of a sailing vessel. The first indication of the item’s seafaring antiquity is the deadeye, a protrusion of ironwood jutting from the rust-colored surface of the metal. Despite its dilapidated appearance, the piece was actually attached to the hull of a ship that possibly sailed the St. Augustine-area coastline.

John W. Morris III, director of South Eastern Archaeological Services, found the pieces on the shore of Vilano Beach when he was preparing to surf Saturday. He said he immediately identified the items as the chain plate assembly of a ship, which helped in securing the standard rigging.

Once I figured out what they were, I went surfing,” Morris said. “It’s not like they were going anywhere at the time.”


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True justice would be jailing these soon-to-be-bitches at the same prison:

Charges filed against 8 former employees at Hendry prison
By BRENT KALLESTAD Associated Press Writer

TALLAHASSEE, Fla. - Prosecutors issued arrest warrants Tuesday for eight former prison employees accused of abusing inmates, including forcing some to clean toilets with their tongues…

Source: Jacksonville.com

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