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Some pretty surprising MWC news …

… though it’s old news, really; it was announced on the college website last year.  (We absent-minded alumni are sometimes way out of touch.)  The college is evidently going to tear down the Marshall and Russell Hall dormitories so it can erect a new theater building.  And there is a fan page, of sorts, for people who fondly remember the soon-to-be-razed dorms.

There have been so many major construction projects at Mary Wash since I graduated nearly 30 years ago.  I’ll go ahead here and echo the sentiments of one of my alums on Facebook — the next time I see campus, I’m going to feel like I hardly recognize it.



Graffiti in Roanoke, Virginia, April 2023

I love this town — even the graffiti is polite and upbeat.  I may never leave.

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“The Southern Diner Short Poem,” by Eric Robert Nolan

How about some mozzarella
for this 50-year-old fella?

Gimme just enough eggs and cheese
to stop my frikkin’ arteries, please.

Share your cheer and take my money.
No, I don’t mind if you call me “Honey.”



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Photo credit: Sarah Stierch (CC BY 4.0)

HOBO EGGS!

Multiple people in my life have informed me (with no small amount of gravity) that I need to learn how to cook.  So I am at least trying something new and super easy.

These are what I’ve heard referred to as “hobo eggs” — eggs fried right within a hole in the bread.  (You can add cheese as they cook.)  I only learned their name recently — a child character asks for them on incredibly underrated (and inscrutably named) horror show, “From” (2022).  (Seriously, this series will scare the hell out of you.)

Believe it or not, this simple dish goes back at least as far as colonial America.  I worked as a character interpreter/tour guide for The Rising Sun Tavern in Fredericksburg, Virginia, as a college student just about … 29 years ago.  (Sigh.)  And the recipe was in a “Colonial American Cookbook” that we sold in the gift shop.  (No, I have no idea why I remember the strange things that I do.)

But there it was named “toad-in-the-hole” — which was kind of an odd choice, if you wanted to make something sound appetizing.



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The ol’ METEOR ploy.

My 2023 April Fool’s Day went well enough.  I didn’t get too many of my friends this year, but I still fooled a few on Facebook.  Ah, the old chestnut of the crashed meteor.

I think the name of the radio station at the end was a nice touch:



[Okay. The news said that a meteor fell in downtown Roanoke. I know that there were multiple points of impact, but they’re saying it was a single meteor that broke up upon entry.

NO INJURIES OR DEATHS. But the northern section of Elmwood Park is ON FIRE near the amphitheater. It began when the meteor struck near the trees along Elm Avenue.

Roanoke Fire Department responding.

Will share details here. But, if you can, try tuning in to W-AFD.]



The Roanoke Times prints my letter about Tucker Carlson’s January 6th misinformation.

I am so pleased today to see The Roanoke Times print my letter about Tucker Carlson’s efforts to misinform the American public about the January 6th, 2021 attack on our nation’s capital.  You can find it right here in today’s paper.

The Roanoke Times is Virginia’s third-largest newspaper, serving 19 counties throughout the southwest portion of the state.  Its weekday readership is estimated at 163,000 people.



At the T.T.

Roanoke’s oasis for night owls.

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Tonight on Eric’s Insomniac Theater: “The Incredible Shrinking Man” (1957)!

Hey kids — don’t go running through any radioactive mists!  That’s the message of 1957’s “The Incredible Shrinking Man.”  Okay … it’s actually a little more complicated than that.   Grant Williams’ titular doomed protagonist was exposed first to insecticides, and then to the mist a couple of weeks later — so it was sort of a one-two toxic punch.  (I am linking here, by the way, to the Video Detective channel on Youtube for the trailer below.)

This movie rocked my world when I was a first- or second-grader.  It was the sort of thing that aired periodically on weekend television in the early 1980’s.  I’ll never forget the awe I felt … along with confusion at the abstract closing narration.  What did all that mean?  What happens to him next?

I was surprised to learn tonight that this was adapted from a Richard Matheson novel.  (He also wrote this screenplay adaptation.)

It’s … actually pretty good!  It holds up surprisingly well over time.  And the simple special effects are nonetheless effective.  (I’ll bet the props and sets people had a lot of fun designing giant objects to make Williams appear progressively smaller by comparison.)

Fun stuff.



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Sorry about my editorial slant.

(Just having fun with one of my Rainy Roanoke photos.)

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“Nothing,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Empty are her open palms. Oblivion
rises in her irises.
All her inaudible words
are whispers now in storms of empty space.
Her recollection
is a chaos of absences.

Even her hair is empty sky, black and shining both, unreachable beside me, the unattainable stars, cascading night.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2023



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Photo credit: Sarah Marie Jones, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons, “Female nude portrait (cropped” [Further cropped by Eric Robert Nolan with creator’s permission via Wikimedia Commons]