Monday, December 6, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Keweenaw Vortex
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.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
We Have Always Lived in the Castle

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pitchforks,
secret words and places,
Shirley Jackson
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
and wouldn't our mommies and daddies be proud at our ability to communicate? at the age of 25, able to pick up a phone and distill our lives into punchlines and stories and miscreant ruin dilapidant daydream wondrland intuitive rambles? half done as I always say, half done with the times and may they drive me out in a loud, old, American car into the cornfields the greenfields the strange old country avenues ofmy half-life 13 year old Iowa nightmare. May the dogs run out the fields, each with a gimp or deformity... may the large furry figure come to rescue me and carry me away.

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