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RIP Bill Porter, door to door salesman.
Port Authority backs off of owl shooting after public outcry.
My mailbox has been overflowing with this.
super-8½
Weather Underground
mt pleasant has become less so (for me) without comments but its good to see there is still a twinkle in its eye, or maybe thats just a reaction to the glare off the windshield.
Everybody's talking at me
I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stopping staring
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
vet mentioned we could get neuticles for the cats after their procedure yesterday. for reals.
500 million migrating birds can't be wrong
Delivery drones
Incredible ant colony excavated
three (bootleg) stories jd salinger
taking "hummer" to another level.
Beer can camping stove. Or home cooker when the power's out.
helen and edgar at the public
was gifted an old ipod touch. heres my first epic time waster.
On the road home to Brownwood in her green ‘74 Cadillac with the custom upholstery and the CB radio, clutching a pawn ticket, for her $3000 mink, Candy Barr thought about biscuits. Biscuits made her think of fried chicken, which in turn suggested potato salad and corn. For as long as she could remember, in times of crisis and stress, Candy Barr always thought of groceries. It was a miracle she didn’t look like a platinum pumpkin, but she didn’t: even at 41, she still looked like a movie star.
Brooklyn’s Mansion on the East River