February 2012
9 posts
“Teagan, I’m going to put my sweater on, you grab the flashlight and shovel.”
Last spring we found a grackle head, mysteriously disembodied and lying on the ground near the river in Hastings. We buried it at the base of a tree overlooking the water, intending to come back for the skull after letting nature clean it for us. This weekend we finally did go back, not really...
Spring Lake Regional Park isn’t actually a nature reserve; from what we saw it was mainly a grounds for archery practice, which I find to be interesting and oddly specific. We left the main paths and followed a trail made by deer through the woods to the water where a million geese were settling down for the night, and made it back out just before the last of the...
In spite of my weird fascination with oil refineries, it hadn’t occurred to me to look at them with the aerial view feature on Bing Maps until just now.
Route 71
My trip home from Vernon’s house involves 3 different buses, and, on average, 2.3 hours. My favorite bus route in the Twin Cities is the 71, which I don’t get to take very often because it stops running in the evenings by the time I’ve gotten out of work or class and head out there — but if I’m leaving from his house early in the morning I get to take it. It runs down...
WatchFor as long as I can remember, I have been fascinated by plastic bags caught in trees. Usually they remain trapped for months, and you pass them day after day as they seem to struggle in the wind like an animal hopelessly tangled in a hunting trap, until one day it disappears.
“The corpse, seen without God and outside of science, is the utmost of abjection....”
– Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection
January 2012
10 posts
favorite sight: looking straight down at a forest floor favorite smell: cloves favorite sound: an accordion being forced closed favorite taste: dill (added to other things) favorite tactile sensation: immersing hands in a bowl of chilled whole wheat flour
i made vernon take pictures of me this weekend. icy paths, snowflakes in hair, trees as closets, vernon makes cute faces, etc.
Joanna Newsom - Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie
if the...
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Vernon and I came across the remains of a deer who had somehow died out on the ice on the St Croix river, a few yards from the shore. Vernon compiled pictures of it by taking photos every few feet along the water’s edge.
Vernon’s post: http://freighthouseantiques.wordpress.com/2012/01/02/deerturn/
“The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzsche has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What does this mad myth signify?
Putting it negatively, the myth of eternal return states that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a...
WatchWater moving ice around on the edge of the St Croix river. The sound was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever experienced, and the ice mostly melted within minutes of finding it.
December 2011
8 posts
Chewing on Tinfoil - “Breso”
(yeah,...
Watch10 second video from snowy ravine day
Mulefa cranium and mandible by Vernon Mahoney. Probably the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. Also this world needs more drawings of Mulefa.
November 2011
18 posts
who gets the job of drawing the dinosaur bones whatthehell i want that job!
(source: wikipedia)
as soon as i figure out how to play that guitar...
“The Last Bell I Will Ever Hear” - Arrogant Sons...
my boyfriend’s band is the coolest.
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St. Croix @ Hudson, WI
“The human voice conspires to desecrate everything on Earth.”
– JD Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters
“At home, or at least having been guests, in many countries of the spirit; having...”
– Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, 55-56
(whenever someone forgets to close a quotation or parenthetical phrase i start to feel very anxious or even panicked, because it seems to me as though i will reach the end of the sentence or bottom of the page and the quote or phrase will keep expanding eternally, enveloping the entirety of existence in implied repetition or non-essentiality.
deernatalie asked: your work is incredible srsly. is there anything you cannot do?!
vernon’s photos of me in the raccoon costume i made
happy halloween :]
October 2011
11 posts
skulls that vernon and i found last spring, now (relatively) sanitized and clean!
first photo taken by vernon.
“The first man who, having fenced in a piece of land, said ‘This is...”
– Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on Inequality, 1754
Vernon let me play with his Nikon D3000.
songs for moods.
The Mountain Goats - The Hot...
the world holds vastly more beauty than it does ugliness, and everything in it commands some measure of respect. witnessing people who find it satisfying to hate and mock and condescend to everything outside themselves, rather than search for value, makes me feel sick.