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About Me

During my last visit to New York, I developed a terrible ear infection. It was exacerbated by the shifts in elevation, by the damp and cold weather, by the lack of sleep. The pressure and the pain of it was awful, and I pouted about it in the comfort of my friend Becca's kitchen in Yonkers. Aggressively loving, Becca grabbed me by the chin, "I know just the thing! A natural cure! From the internet!" Soon after I was laying on my side on the floor as Becca dumping apple cider vinegar into my ears. Unfortunately, nothing was resolved. My ears were still infected, but now they were filled with a pungent liquid. My head smelled like old socks. "Did it work?" Becca asked. Through the vinegar and the bacteria, her voice sounded muffled and distant. I shook my head and discovered that my phone had been ringing. Answering, I struggled through the conversation as best I could with decreased hearing. Becca disappeared.
"Ow!" There was an excruciating pain in my left ear, and I looked over to find Becca shoving a clove of garlic into it. "About.com said this should do it." The scent of old socks mingled sweetly with the garlic. I was about to comment on this as Becca whipped around to fetch more cloves, throwing one elbow back and hitting me squarely in the face. Showbeast
Honey Ghost Puppets
My Reel
We recorded this in the pantry.

My Interests

friends, puppetmaking, videomaking, pizzamaking, my bike, Groucho in theory but Harpo in practice, pacing, anti-heroes, black coffee, the stand-up comedy of Joel Hodgson, Egon Swinburne, the color brown

I'd like to meet:

Whom I'd like to meet.

Music:

Drew Swinburne, Christine Griffis, b'b'salmon, Nuclear Power Pants, Social Studies, They Might Be Giants, Of Montreal, Jeff Lewis Band

Movies:

Rushmore, The Shop on Main Street, Brazil, Que Viva Mexico!, Parasites, The Adventures of Eggman

Television:

Mystery Science Theater, The Adventures of Pete and Pete, 222 Warehouse

Books:

Dune, Derek Jarman, Raymond Queneau, Swamp Thing

Heroes:

Caitlin Nagle. Joel Hodgson. Rabbi Mates-Muchin.
I also love Les Blank.

My Blog

Mystery Train, part two

On December 5th, my brain was about to crawl out of my head and start a new life. It was bored, listless and seeking excitement. In the office, Nathan tried to help release some of the energy by ass...
Posted by Erin Gleeson on Thu, 17 May 2007 10:06:00 PST

Our leap into the great unknown

We moved to California without jobs or a place to live. I had become the type of person I once mocked, the kind of person who thought California would simply allow us to nuzzle into its warm bosom, s...
Posted by Erin Gleeson on Fri, 11 May 2007 08:49:00 PST

A Real Life Ghost Story (Larry pt. 2)

Throughout high school, I watched my mom's search for love, which often involved people that could never give it back. Not in the way that she deserved. It was different with Larry, though. He bree...
Posted by Erin Gleeson on Thu, 03 May 2007 08:58:00 PST

The House at O and L

The house at the corner of Oxford and Levick was falling apart. Built in 1865, the place had lived through the closing of the Civil War and marched on through two World Wars. Held together with wooden...
Posted by Erin Gleeson on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 09:49:00 PST

Bathrobes Become the Poet

We met Jim at a cafe in high school. He sat at in the back, in a bathrobe, writing poetry under the tiny light above his table. Christine and I set our sights on him, knowing full well it was True Str...
Posted by Erin Gleeson on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 11:40:00 PST

Mystery Train

Soon after moving to the Bay Area, I decided to take a class on basic Flash animation. Every Monday, after work, I would take the train over to San Francisco and sit for three hours in a small r...
Posted by Erin Gleeson on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 10:25:00 PST

The Race, My Mother, and the Gun

My sister is a track star, blessed with the gift of swift feet. It was quite a surprise when, after announcing to the family that she was joining the school team, she went on to win medals and m...
Posted by Erin Gleeson on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 08:29:00 PST

Bees

A sandy-haired young woman, Laura, runs beside a stretcher carrying her date. Along with a fleet of nurses, she sprints down a hall in the local hospital. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ...
Posted by Erin Gleeson on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 08:27:00 PST

The Prophet Carl

My sixteenth birthday was uneventful. We ate cake and drank coffee with the O'Brien family. At one end of the table, Mama and Anne spoke excitedly: "I saw him sleeping on the Klein's...
Posted by Erin Gleeson on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 06:41:00 PST

We uncovered a worldwide conspiracy

Our school doesn't have a cafeteria, so at lunchtime they release the children to fend for themselves. Kids roam the streets in packs, their uniforms sweaty. Laura Hanna and I are on our l...
Posted by Erin Gleeson on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 08:30:00 PST