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Archive for August, 2005

Found this today. You can see the photos and the gal’s story over at flickr. It’s also posted at digg.com (but this just points back to the same articles I just pointed out).

I pointed out a similar incident last week. We’re just at the beginning of this. It’s going to happen more often as camera phones become less expensive and more popular. A rise in megapixels and capacity will also give camera phones a boost.

Another gadget on the rise is the miniature digicam like this one — for unreal prices. I just saw a couple of cameras in Office Max this week that are either credit-card-sized or about the size of a typical flip-type cell phone.

What I can’t believe is that these asshats would actually take the risk on this kind of behavior in such a captive place as a New York subway car or a bus, when more and more people are carrying concealable digital cameras these days. Think about this: these folks can flash someone, get their picture taken (perhaps unknowingly!), and get off the bus two stops later only to be greeted by the local gendarmes. Later they find out that the person they molested took their photo and posted their pic, limp weiner and all, to the Internet as soon as she disembarked!

Who need to pick people out of a lineup? With digital face recognition tools already commonplace with police departments all over, a perp can get identified, located and detained in a matter of minutes: “Oh, yeah. That’s Fester Bestertester. Up to his old tricks again… Well, we know where to pick him up; shouldn’t have too much trouble making the charges stick this time. Mind if we download that photo you took, Miss? We’ll need the evidence.”

Nobody ever said these guys were smart.

I just watched the Cleveland Browns lose to Carolina, 23-20, in a preseason game.

I have to say that I am impressed.

I felt, before Butch Davis left the club, that Romeo Crennel would be the best choice for head coach. It was prophetic, I guess, but not really. He was the best assistant coach in the NFL, an assistant under Bill Belichick, who has done nothing less than win 3 out of 4 Super Bowls. If Randy Lerner was to do anything right in his tenure, he’d hire the guy.

He did.

Leaving that aside, I liked the Browns’ draft. Braylon Edwards was a great choice. So was Charlie Frye. This kid Frye can play, make no bones about it. So can Edwards, but I already knew that: he gave my beloved Ohio State Buckeyes fits for years at Michigan.

This year, the Browns won’t be any better than a .500 team, but I find myself excited about them for the first time since before Art the Fart moved the original Browns to Baltimore back in 1995. Not because they’re going to be any good this year, but because they are going to be *real* good in the years to come: it shows already.

At this time of year, I bleed Scarlet & Gray, not Brown & Orange; this year will be no different. But on Sunday afternoons this year, you’ll find me in front of the TV, watching this team grow.

Trust me: this team can play, and they’re going in the right direction. Finally.

In case you haven’t discovered this one yet, there’s a huge new meme engulfing the Internet — and society at large.

In June of this year, a frustrated Bobby Henderson, a graduate of Oregon State University with a degree in Physics, posted an open letter to the Kansas State School Board concerning the board’s recent decision to teach Intelligent Design alongside Evolution by Natural Selection in public school science classes. Mr. Henderson demanded equal time for his alternative Intelligent Design belief, Flying Spaghetti Monsterism, otherwise known as Pastafarianism.

Pastafarianism is the belief that the universe, as we know it, was created by the Flying Spaghetti Monster some 500 years ago. He, in His wisdom — and more so His choice — left behind fossils and other historical artifacts merely to confuse us. The Flying Spaghetti Monster is invisible and undetectable, and He intentionally planted any and all evidence of Evolution by Natural Selection. Further, Pastafarianism asserts that Global Warming, Earthquakes, Hurricanes and other Disastrous Events are a clear consequence of the decline in the number of pirates since the 1800s.

Prayers are ended with “RAmen” instead of “Amen”; it also angers the Flying Spaghetti Monster if one teaches about Him without wearing pirate regalia. Every Friday is a holiday, and Heaven contains a stripper factory and a beer volcano. Pastafarians have flimsy moral standards, as well. Images that depict the Creation usually involve some combination of His Noodly Greatness mountains, trees, and a midget; a common reference to the religion is evident in the expression “WWFSMD.” Estimates of Pastafarian adherents are rumored to number in the 100s of millions worldwide.

Recently, Holy Scriptures of the Flying Spaghetti Monster have recently been revealed. For example (thanks to Chuckstar):

FSM is my chef; I shall not starve.
He maketh me rigatoni with sweet sauces:
He leadeth me inside the kitchen.
He restoreth good taste:
He leadeth me to the pasta strainer for al dente’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the foodcourt lacking pasta,
I shall fear no burgers: for thou art with me;
Thy noodley appendages, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me with marinara and alfredo;
Thou annointest my spaghetti with meatballs; My plate runneth over.

Surely cappucino and dessert shall follow pasta all the meals of my life,
and I will eat in the Olive Garden forever.

Pastafarian gear is available for purchase here. A discussion board is here.

Blogs, news, and discussion sites have been overrun by this topic of late. Here’s an incomplete listing:

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go change out of my pirate regalia.

May you be Forever Touched by His Noodly Appendage.

I have a sister-in-law that’s gephyrophobic. That is, she’s afraid of crossing bridges. She related an incident once where she and my brother were driving somewhere on a vacation, and she had to drive over a very long bridge. I knew the bridge she was talking about, having been across it many times in my youth, and I didn’t think it was anywhere near as long as she portrayed it, but…

She related how the bridge seemed to get narrower and narrower, how her palms began to sweat and her breath shorten. Eventually, my brother had to reach over and hold the steering wheel. She knows it’s an irrational fear, yet she has it anyway.

Moreover, I once dated a woman that may have been eremophobic (afraid of being alone) and/or anuptaphobic (afraid of staying single). But, in the end, she turned out to be quite gamophobic (afraid of marriage). Alas, poor Yorick…

Now, fear sells — terrifically. As a race, we have covered an enormous amount of fear in film: achluophobia (fear of darkness or the dark — “Just don’t turn out the lights” — I don’t remember the movie — Blair Witch, perhaps?); homichlophobia (fear of fog — “The Fog“); arachnophobia (fear of spiders — “Arachnophobia“); satanophobia (fear of Satan — tons of films, but most notably “The Exorcist” and “Omen,” although plenty of Stephen King films and books fall into this category); selachophobia (fear of sharks — “Jaws“); suriphobia (fear of mice or rats — “Willard” and “Ben“); triskaidekaphobia (the number 13) in numerous Alfred Hitchcock films, and paraskavedekatriaphobia (Friday the 13th — “Friday the 13th” series) — just to name a few.

“The Exorcist” and “Omen,” notably, also orbit around theologicophobia (fear of theology), papaphobia (fear of the Pope), theophobia (fear of gods or religion), hadephobia (fear of hell), as well as uranophobia (fear of heaven). I think there must be a little of this in everybody, as these two movies seem to scare the pants off almost everyone that sees them. At least, everyone that I know.

In my travels, I have never encountered anyone who was ablutophobic (afraid of washing, bathing, or cleaning), cyprianophobic (afraid of venereal diseases and STDs — well, I’m afraid of STDs, aren’t you?), or arachibutyrophobic (afraid of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth). And I can’t imagine being urophobic (afraid of urinating); that would be horrifyingly painful…

And in a previous post, I postulated that our fair city, Cleveland, Ohio, is most likely sophophobic (afraid of learning), cenophobic (afraid of new things or ideas), or possibly ideophobic (afraid of ideas in general), though not exactly in these terms.

Now, my family isn’t devoid of fear. My bride, quite possibly, is ataxophobic (afraid of disorder or untidiness), definitely atelophobic (afraid of imperfection), and somewhat phonophobic (afraid of noises and/or telephones — she’s always asking me, “what was that noise?” and she never answers the phone; she avoids it whenever possible).

Of course, she comes by this honestly: her mother is (and she admits this freely), astrapophobic (afraid of thunder and lightning — a.k.a. ceraunophobia and/or keraunophobia), climacophobic (afraid of climbing stairs, or falling down stairs), and most decidedly amaxophobic (afraid of riding in a car). Fortunately, I’m not pentheraphobic (afraid of the mother-in-law); I just hate driving her around with her foot constantly on the imaginary brake pedal, taking deep breaths whenever I pull out into traffic — even with a half-mile clearance either way…

And I am not without my own foibles. I have terrible aeroacrophobia (I’m afraid of open high places, unless my feet are firmly planted on the ground), because I’m basiphobic (afraid of falling). This is not the same as illyngophobia (fear of vertigo or feeling dizzy when looking down) as I don’t fear the vertigo or the dizzyness when looking down — I experience vertigo and get dizzy when looking down from heights because of my basiphobia.

Now, don’t confuse this with batophobia (a fear of heights or being close to high buildings) or hypsiphobia (fear of height), because I can sit in an enclosed space, such as an airplane at 38,000 feet, or behind a large, firm concrete wall — like on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, 86 floors above Madison Avenue — and have no symptoms at all. My fear is falling, plain and simple.

I remember attending Cleveland Indians Winterfest one year, on the 57th floor of the Key Tower on Public Square. I walked over to a window and looked down at a bus that looked to me like a Matchbox toy. I saw little kids sprinting around, narrowly dodging the windows, which jolted me a bit; I then tapped on the floor-to-ceiling-sized window, which was just large enough to allow my body to pass through. I didn’t hear the “thunk” I expected, but a rather disconcerting “tink-tink” of a 1/4-inch-thick glass wafer.

I ended up standing in the elevator corridor, eyes tightly shut, waiting for the next car with my back pressed firmly against the outside of the elevator tube. I couldn’t relax until I was outside, standing right next to the very spot the bus had occupied moments before.

Further, I’m slightly cholerophobic (afraid of anger), but not bogyphobic (afraid of the bogeyman); I’m also naturally slightly apiphobic and spheksophobic (bees and wasps, respectively), as I’m allergic to their stings, but not flatulophobic (I’ll let you guess on this one) or logophobic (afraid of words) or cyberphobic (afraid of computers or working on a computer).

Of course, if I were cyberphobic, I’d probably also suffer from an as-of-yet-unknown phobia, like Defenestraphobia, which is the fear of throwing things out of a window, or fear of being thrown out a window, or fear of things thrown out of windows, or fear of windows themselves — which would also include a fear of Microsoft Windows, naturally.

With this post, I’ve reached a milestone (of sorts): Post #100. Actually, it’s more like #120, because I lost a number of posts in the Great Collision of 2005. Those posts are lost forever, so this post receives the dubious honor of being Post #100.

So what to write for #100? I wanted to post something deep, something meaningful, something that each and every reader would get something wholesome they could walk (or surf, as the case may be) away with. So far, that piece just hasn’t shat its way out of my brain; it will, eventually. Mental constipation has never been one of my frailties, to be sure.

Therefore, in an effort to keep you updated with all the little oddities and absurdities I run across while surfing this wide platform we call the Internet, here’s another Linkmania and get you caught up with the essential knowledge every Greater Clevelander absolutely, positively needs:

A Larger Audience:
First off, I’m going to start writing for Blogcritics. Soon. My first post will probably be a repost of an older article, as I have to get something posted there within the next couple of days. I’ll add an Editor’s Note to explain the relevant circumstances around the piece so that folks know why and how the piece rolled off my fingers…

Teach Me Something Good:
A little while ago, some folks sued the state of Kansas to force them to teach F-ing Stupid Intelligent Design in Kansas public schools. This hilarious bit from Cory Doctorow at BoingBoing has gone mainstream at Wikipedia. UPDATE: Now there’s a challenge to disprove the theory. I’m ROTFLMBFFAO.

Fill’er Up With High-Test, Will Ya’?
I say this every time I fill my gas tank these days…

Fill’er Up With High-Test, Will Ya’? (Reprise)
Speaking of gas, I’m not surprised to see this. I got a lot more of that you can have for free, bud…

From the Department of Webster:
Ever hear something and you’re not quite sure what it means? Street slang? Ever wish there was a site out there you could look up this stuff? Well, here it is. Word up: some of this is TMI.

From the Lost & Found Department:
How in the hell can you lose a waterfall?

Lost Weiner:
With so many people carrying cell phone cameras these days, this was bound to happen sooner or later. I’m sure it’ll happen again — and more frequently as time goes by. I wonder if they caught the asshat yet…

From the Knocked-Over-Stupid-in-Awe Department;
From Space.com, vote on your favorite images…

From the “They Sure Don’t Make Things Like They Used To” Department:
I found this through BoingBoing, and I saw the link from Fark in the post, but I would have found this anyway, since I read Fark frequently. From an Australian news site. I wish I had that kind of staying power!

From the Political Scurry Department:
Another actor as president? Why not? The last one was one of the best we ever had (and I’m not even a Republican!)…

Let’s Learn to Write All Over Again, Shall We?
This is a great piece on the alphabet, something I bet you hadn’t though about. Good stuff…

And, lastly,
Is That Roquefort or Maytag Blue?
Lastly, folks have been hacking away at Google Maps again, but this time with an extraterrestrial bent. Make sure you zoom in all the way in on this to get a good look; my suspicions have been confirmed.

Until next time…

Notes from tonight’s Greater Cleveland Blogger Meetup. In attendance:

We heard from Jeff Hess about sonicwall.com, which categorizes websites and sells the information to other services such as Net Nanny and other services for website blocking for businesses. Jeff Hess reports that his blog has been categorized as “Category 1: violence, hate, and racism.” Yeah, right. Yo mama.

By the way, they have me categorized as, “IT.” Oh, well, nobody’s perfect…

Tim Russo announces another Meet the Bloggers meeting for tomorrow night at Talkies, Market Street across from Great Lakes Brewery, 8 p.m. On the grill will be Cleveland Mayoral Candidate Bill Patmon. Other webloggers are welcome to attend.

Internet plagiarism is on the rise. Jerry has had images hotlinked from his site, stealing his bandwidth. I mentioned PlagiarismToday.com as a resource for information on copyright issues. Eric Olsen related his satirical “Bush Activates Salvation Army” story and its almost immediate reappearance on an ultra-right Christian pro-Bush web news site, without credit to the source or any type of quote. Run through the links here — hilarious stuff…

We interrupt this post to inform the reader that this post is being brought to you LIVE (for now), courtesy of my bride’s new iBook. Ahhhhh… powered by Apple…

Jerry relates that blogging is like a sewer: “what you get out of it depends upon what you put into it.” TMI, Jerry…. ;-)

Eric Olsen extended his invite to local Cleveland bloggers all for his annual blogger party on September 3rd. Details on George’s site…

I’m dying for a smoke right about now…

Bill Callahan wants a discussion about the coming Cleveland-Port Stanley Ontario ferry…

More later.

I have long maintained that the corporate environment in Cleveland is ice-cold. It’s the truth.

Opon further reflection, the reasons for this are legion, but I think I can narrow things down a bit for the benefit of all. Hopefully, we can work together and come up with more than just answers — true solutions which, if placed into practice, succeed.

The problem begins with “experts” in high positions that, when presented with an innovative idea, think, “What’s in it for me?” and their short-term thinking replies, “not much for the foreseeable future.” The so-called “expert,” steeped in “what is possible, what is probable,” will generally dismiss innovation because of the above reason, or — worse yet — because it is perceived as a threat to his (or her) job.

People in Cleveland are fired — or vice versa, not hired — in Cleveland every day because of this very attitude.

And this attitude is what is holding Cleveland back big-time: we are too big, too experienced, too determined, too important, too educated, too staunchly-entrenched in our own thinking to get our fair city out of the deep pile of crap that we live in. As a result, we’re miserable; miserable people have miserable attitudes, and the cycle perpetuates itself.

It’s a type of viral advertising, although not the type you want for a business — or a city.

Look at how many civic improvement organizations we have in Cleveland: there’s at least 8, all doing the same things, spouting the same goals and itinerary — and getting absolutely nothing done. Other cities, like Boston or Cincinnati or Indianapolis, may have three or four — and they all work together for a common cause, lending impetus to many civic causes.

And their results show. On a recent trip to Cincinnati last year, my bride and I found a clean, well-kept city. We met friendly people all too happy to help a visitor (even if we were from Cleveland). People smiled. They were cheerful. All this from a city that, at the time, had crap for baseball and football teams and a loathing for anything Cleveland.

Cincinnati is growing, far outstripping Cleveland in Information Technology (and other career areas) by leaps and bounds. During my recent unemployment, I passed over at least a dozen job opportunities with my exact skill set — because my bride has an important job here in Cleveland, as well as a mother that doesn’t drive. What would have been a two- or three-week vacation turned out to be a three-year nightmare, because Cleveland (our fair city) sucks at IT — and innovation — and… and… and…

No one in Cleveland wants to extend a helping hand. No one here wants to do anything unless there is an immediate payoff, an immediate ” ‘atta-boy’.” People here just don’t want to get involved without at least notoriety as recompense. That’s why I call it cold. Bone-chilling, in fact. And that’s unfortunate, in every sense of the word.

What’s to be done? What can we do to change this? Well, we need to realize a few things:

  • 1) Just as there is someone (or something) more powerful than Bill Gates, George Bush or Donald Trump, there is a power greater than ourselves;
  • 2) Our actions (or inaction) affect other people;
  • 3) No single person is inconsequential;
  • 4) Not everything we do is right;
  • 5) We don’t know everything;
  • 6) You’re never too old or too experienced to learn;
  • 7) Serving another doesn’t mean you lose yourself in the process — in fact, it’s quite the opposite.

To reference:
1) If Bill Gates were the most powerful man in computing, then Firefox wouldn’t exist (it does, and it has the fastest-growing market share if any software program existing today); if George Bush was the best president for today, then he’d have approval numbers in the high 90th percentile (he doesn’t); if Donald Trump was the most powerful man in business today, he’d probably be king (although I’d still have issues with his hair). Wal*Mart can be beaten: all it takes is a willingness to serve!

2) That disgusted sigh you heaved when an employee turned in an assignment just widened that rift between the two of you. Be careful: your business my continue to thrive if that person were to leave, but if they start something better than your company in the same industry, you could, sooner or later, find yourself in trouble! And driving down the highway flipping off everyone in your way (I actually saw this one rush-hour morning on I-271) is a good way to get cut off by another, larger vehicle — and put you hopelessly in a ditch — or worse. Our actions have consequences, and it’s up to us to determine what is proper and what is not. Consider #3 below.

3) People matter. You matter. I matter. We all matter. We need to stop marginalizing other people because they disagree with us, or because they’re of a different ethnic background, or because they live on the other side of town. Just put this attitude down. Now. It doesn’t serve you at all.

I owned a funny sign once. It read:

Nobody is Perfect.
Each one of us is a mixture of good qualities, and some, perhaps, not-so-good qualities. In considering our fellow man, we should recognize his good qualities and realize that his faults only prove that he is, after all, a human being. We should refrain from making harsh judgment of a person just because he happens to be a dirty, rotten, no-good, son-of-a-bitch.

Come to think of it, it’s really not funny. Not at all. I threw the sign away. A long time ago. You know, you catch a lot more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.

4) The fact is, we’re all human, we all have our limitations, we all have our talents (and lack of talent therein), and we all make mistakes: at work, as a parent, as a driver, as a homeowner — whatever. Show me the person who has never made a mistake and I’ll show you God.

I can still show you God, however: just look in the mirror — God lives in each and every one of us. See #3 above.

5) See #4 above. We don’t have all the answers. Not even collectively. Neil Armstrong may have been the first man on the moon, but he didn’t get there alone: not only were there two other men that traveled with him, there were literally thousands of people, men and women alike, working collectively behind the scenes to get him there. Together, we can accomplish great things; individually, we’ll surely fail.

6) See #1, #2, #3, #4, & #5 above. This obviously leaves a lot of room for folks to learn. I try to make sure that I learn something new each and every day. The more somethings in a day, the better, in fact. In working for a change for the better in our fair city, trying to learn something new each day — just one thing a day — is a great new habit to start, and will go a long way to creating a new attitude in this city. Just think: if everyone brought this approach into work every day, for just one learning item a day, how much easier would your job become?

You eventually become open to more and newer ideas; you become more flexible; you realize that you aren’t alone in this world — and things become easier. Many hands make light work.

7) See #3 & #4 above: we may not have all the answers, but we have our experience, which is best shared — not hoarded. By sharing your experience, strength, and hope, we help others see that they are not alone, we help empower others, we help others feel better about themselves — which leads to a more peaceful home life, a more peaceful community, and a nicer place to live. Everyone tends to care about their surroundings just a little bit more. It helps us dig out of the rut we’re in, to get ourselves out of the aforementioned massive garbage heap. See #2 above: a better response would be to smile, say, “Thank you!” and be grateful you have the work to do. See #5 above: if you can’t help someone with a particular problem or issue, then refer them to someone who can; it’s no skin off your nose, believe me. See #6 above and keep on learning; it’s self-perpetuating.

I’m not the first to say anything like this; Seth Godin has been touting this approach all along. So have others. The problem is that we read this stuff and immediately forget about it when we go to work, and, in the process, marginalizing those very folks we supposedly revere.

Ironic, don’t you think?

Cleveland: quit shooting yourself in the foot!

This post won’t make me any more popular around my fellow Cleveland bloggers.

Most Cleveland-area webloggers, for varying reasons, are dead-set against the Steelyard Commons super Wal*Mart.

I am no different.

But I think we’re wasting our time and effort in all of this sturm und drang surrounding the issue: Mayor Jane pulled a secret, backroom deal with the folks at Wal*Mart, and there’s no getting around it now. What’s done is done. The question now becomes, “How do we survive? We can’t possibly compete on price — they’ll wipe us out!”

Believe me, everything the good folks over at NoClevelandWalMart.com are telling you about ravaged communities, over-driven manufacturers, and will come true right in the heart of Cleveland if local retailers don’t get their stuff (I wanted to use a different word there!) together — and fast. The Big Blue Box will shred ‘em.

There’ll always be a few folks who won’t get what I’m going to say about this, denial being as pervasive as it is and considering the local tendency to have a bad attitude (C’mon! You know what I’m talking about here — every Clevelander has a bitch about something — just ask someone!). Those who can’t see the forest for the trees here are already complaining about their impending loss of business.

And that’s unfortunate. The Internet teems with information about how to slay the dragon; I’ll not repeat it here, but I will point out a few links. Listen to these folks; they know what they’re talking about. Their system works.

John Moore at Brand Autopsy lists 16 things a business must do if they want to survive — even prosper — in the era of the Big Blue Box. Be sure to read the comments as well.

In another article, Brand Autopsy talks about a retired Starbucks executive with an unorthodox method to gauge a store’s success. At the end of the article, Moore quotes another brilliant article by Seth Godin about some happy Starbucks employees that have made an active choice about their work and their mission. As usual, Seth hits the nail square on the head.

All three of these articles are essential for anyone living in the shadow of the Big Blue Box.

Lastly, your homework assignment includes not one, but several trips to the West Side Market. I know! I know! I always go there — but there is a perfect lesson right there for any retailer shaking in their boots over the Big Blue Box. The Market not only endured Dave’s Supermarkets moving in right across the street (literally), they thrived. You will notice the personal service, the smiles, and the overall genial attitude that pervades the Market.

The folks at the Market have the formula for beating the Big Blue Box and put it into motion, to great effect.

What are you going to do?

Just to let you know, I ordered a panoramic tripod head for my camera this week; I’m expecting it to ship in a couple of weeks. Hopefully, it’ll arrive before Labor Day weekend.

I took a panoramic photography class at Lakeland Community College this summer semester, which was shortened to six weeks. The course is being re-offered this fall, in a full 16-week class which will cover all aspects of panoramic photography with QTVR Authoring Studio being the main stitching tool.

I have a couple of panoramas that I will post very soon, although I have to re-work them. I have found out that my camera (a Minolta DiMAGE 7) has a larger color range than standard sRGB, which requires that I use the Minolta Viewer to import my images before I manipulate them in Photoshop.

And I was wondering why my images came out bland…

Anyway, expect a couple of new images to come your way very soon; maybe on this page, else on the Photography page — which doesn’t exist yet (after almost 18 months!). I might also place a couple in the logo image slot just above the nav panel, just for giggles; I have a couple of panos that I morphed into something… well… you’ll see.

I also have planned several other Cleveland area shots over the next year or so. Now that I have found the key to my camera, I plan on stretching its output as far as I can. Hoo-yeah!

Stay tuned…

UPDATE — In fact, just to keep you alert, the image on the top of my nav panel has changed to an image I took last month at Mentor Headlands Beach. It’s a (morphed) sunset panorama. Enjoy.

;-)

The Euclid City School District tried to pull a fast one this summer.

Desperate for funds, they quietly placed a 7.9-mill operating levy — a tax increase — on today’s special election ballot. Then they quietly pandered to the only people that would even consider voting for the levy: parents.

No kids in the Euclid School District? No mention of the levy. Not even a peep. Silence.

Levy? Special election? Huh? What’s that? Oh… I had no idea…

Had numerous people been unaware of this, the owner of a $100,000 home in Euclid would have seen a $790 increase in their annual property taxes. Mine would have risen close to $900 — not unaffordable, but it would have made for a sizeable increase in our monthly mortgage payment. Here’s the catch: we already pay over $2,100 annually!

Had they won, I would have fought them tooth and nail for this impropriety. But as of a few minutes ago, with about 52% of the four precincts reporting, the levy is going down by a 3-2 margin.

Hooray!

Euclid City Schools are just going to have to find another way to generate revenue; they’ll never pass another levy in this city as long as the rest of Euclid’s taxes are as oppressive as they are now.

Euclid wants to draw more businesses into the city. Hah! Who’d move their business here when the city taxes are so ridiculous?

I’ll continue to watch out for these slimy folks, though; you never know what evil, back-handed ways to leech your hard-earned dollar they’ll devise next.

Asshats.

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