in the Upper Peninsula Michigan, this quaint rural vortex is a great spot to sit if you are crippled or suffer from migraines. Apparently, the magnetic force generated by the stand of spruces will either make you very ill or cure you. We were offered a spot to camp on the land of the vortex's two friendly curators (pictured below), but a straaange feeling in my gut (reminding me of how I felt watching the beginning of a Rob Zombie movie) told me to keep-a-moving.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
I just finished Shirley Jackson's book "We Have Always Lived in the Castle". I think most of her nightmares must involve mobs of backward locals (she wrote "The Lottery", which has never left me since I read it in 5th grade). I dig the sisterly love (not having my own), and the way the characters are sortof evil, but only in regards to circumstances that occurred long before the narration actually begins. I read this entire book Friday night between the hours of 2-5 am while James was sick in the bathroom. IT WAS GREAT.