Stanley Donwood has made “13 paintings of feral carnivorous goats wearing the suits and ties of disgraced (though still disgustingly wealthy) bankers.” He goes on to say, “I must make clear that I’m not anti-goat. It’s just those weird eyes they have. And the horns.”
If you’re in the vicinity of Bristol, check it out…
It was as soft and light as charmin tissue paper.
As in Goat Meat. This NY Times article quotes “Suddenly I was go go goat. I wanted to order goat in as many restaurants as possible. Shortly into this process, a friend asked me, “Is it gay meat?” Confused, I said, “There’s nothing gay about it at all.” She explained, “No, I said is it gamey?”
Just like musicians are not meant to be seen but heard, we think goats are not meant to be eaten, but herded.
I’m a little late in posting this, but this poor goat was arrested in Nigeria for stealing a car.
When logic prevailed, the goat was “released” by being sold.
Talk about being a scapegoat.
We saw quite a few fine specimens on our recent trip to Malawi, including this handsome fellow:
He was hanging out near the maize storage facility in the Millennium Village of Mwandama. I blogged about that here, though it might appear my goat fetish is being replaced by simians.
We were also in the Millennium Village of Gumulira, where select households were given goats to try to recruit them to be goat lovers. I blogged about that here, including video footage of baby goats bonking heads under hanging tobacco.
On the homefront, no update on our own goat situation. We were thinking of moving to a friend’s house on the outskirts of Nairobi because they have goats, but a few nights ago they were violently burgularized, so now we’re thinking otherwise. Until that time comes, we’ll live out our goat dreams vicariously through others.
Oh, I did add some goat manure to our garden this morning, if that counts for anything?
Jess and I have been traveling through Tanzania and Malawi and have seen lots of goats. I haven’t posted any so far, suffice to say the woman on the right in this photo is the proud owner of a goat that was kicking and bleating from beneath from the seat.
We visited some goat farmers in Malawi though, so hopefully I’ll have some pics of real goats to post once I catch up with blogging on 5cense.com. And we might even be living with some goats soon, so keep the faith!
shiny sauri goat
Our goatly ambitions continue to be put on hold. In the meantime, above is a nice goat we met this past week in Sauri. We also met a shiny calf in nearby Kogelo that mama Obama got the day Obama was elected. Full trip report.
