What’s All This, Then? is a blog written by Iggy Makarevich, a very little-known Fortean savant. The title is from a wonderful Monty Python sketch that I can’t seem to locate. Very influential was Monty.
It is Forteanid and parapolitical, along with, (maybe, maybe not, probably not), some life sprinkled about.
Oh, yes, sporadic music posts that may be strange to some and loved by others.
I am told that yoga will fix all my myriad and oft overwhelming woes toot suite, but I simply can not relax enough to do it. The mind races and roils continuously. Working on it.
I am very much into all varieties of the unexplained and conspiracies and you will likely find posts on all of them at some point in time. Check the archives and subscribe for future updates as needed.
I have been involved at some very low-key level or another in this ‘field’ for a very long time. Since I was 10, actually, so it is getting uncomfortably close to 5 decades now. An old hippy you have here. Too old. Way too old.
I am sorry to say that I used to fall into the trap that most do quite regularly. If you go back far enough in the archives you will find posts that I wish I had never published, like the Dulce “announcement,” the spikey Mexican balloon and yes there are other horrific unmentionables. Sigh.
But – no more! Dammit, no more. I am sick of the Bravo Sierra that infests and degrades this journey… the constant parade of frauds and those that believe – without question – every single word that they spew. I am very careful now. Very. You will find no blind faith woo woo sites in the sidebar. (Unless they’re hilariously entertaining! Warned ya! (Only a few)) And while YouTube is nice for docos and stuff, it is one of the vilest known enemies of the unexplained.
A mishap could possibly happen again. But I hope not.
I like Mars and I like the critter up above on the right there. I cannot shake the feeling that that is indeed a critter and not a rock. Something about it. Seen it other times, too, as have my Italian pals at Lunexit. See also the movie of what surely seems to be one having lunch, down on the sidebar. Can’t miss it.
This is what it says on my twitter profile…
Reclusive, opinionated, poor and lonely web designer, writer, artist, voice actor, video editor, anomalist, Fortean savant. Full time Caregiver of an 90yo lady.
hunting fluke-armed rocks.
The tragedy of dementia has erased those 90 years from her being I’m afraid. Nearly completely.
Makes me cry.
Sometimes, when I think about it just sitting there, I just do.
I haven’t been lucky enough to get sufficient work in quite a long time. I work on new designs for High Strangeness Art, which is my t-shirt and goodies store, but sometimes, make that most of the time, it seems pointless since sales are so very rare. Really. I just don’t know what to do. But still… :(
My current location is an odd place, not Forteanically, just socially, as it’s more than a bit removed from your average American town… here’s a description I lifted off of the Greenwich Roundup blog, who, in a moment of high strangeness a while ago now, picked up the High Strangeness feed.
As the Old Town farmers struggled with the area’s rocky soil, the tiny hamlet to the west prospered as a seaport. Cas Cob, Originally known as Mianus, was named after the Siwanoy Chief, Myanos. It was an Englishman named John Cae, an early settler, who built a seawall at the mouth of the Mianus River, referred to as a “cob.” He left in 1659, but the name Cos Cob (without the “e”) remained.
Cos Cob flourished as a seaport during the 1700s and 1800s. At the turn of the nineteenth century, it evolved into an intellectual and artist colony playing host to the likes of Eugene O’Neill, Willa Cather and Anya Seton, whose father Ernest Thompson Seton, was a founder of the Boy Scouts of America. The historic Bush-Holley House, presently the home of the Greenwich Historical Society, became famous as the residence and studio of the renowned Cos Cob School of American impressionists.
Today, Cos Cob has its own shopping center. The lovely Mianus River flows through its residential areas and offers extensive marinas on the upper Mianus Harbor.
At some point I will depart this enclave of the ultra-wealthy, replete with a thriving Bugatti dealership selling million+ dollar cars and where a good pizza will run you 36 bucks (before the tip, Coke extra)… bound for the City of Angels, probably, where someone very special lives, thus will it be my beginning… or my end… maybe elsewhere thereafter, if there is a thereafter… I don’t know, only time will tell.
I wish upon you…