It Seems So Long Ago, Nancy

This is the first t-shirt I have made since forever ago.
Nancy is the desk that lives in my dining room.

Creature Fear

Krystin, David, Julia, and I went to The Safari Club in Estacada after breakfast on Sunday. If you haven't ever been, you should.


The Mississippi Street Fair is coming up on Sat. July 12th. kspell and I will be there, selling jewelry and t-shirts and buttons and stuff.

No More Workhorse Blues

Many lights up today
Many lights up this way

What is this road here?
Where have I come?

I am a rich man
I am a very rich man
I have good pants on
Stitched and stitched;
I am in stitches
I am laughing at you
I am in britches

I've written books for you
I held my own for you
Where is my tongue?

I am no more a workhorse
I am no more a workhorse
I am no more a workhorse
I am no more a workhorse

I am a racing horse
I am a grazing horse
I am your favorite horse

A Spoonful Weighs a Ton

And though they were sad
They rescued everyone
They lifted up the sun
A spoonful weighs a ton
Giving more than they had
The process had begun
A million came from one
The limits now were none
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun

Forcing it off with their hands
The trapdoor came undone
Above our heads it swung
The privilege had been won
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun

Yelling as hard as they can
The doubters all were stunned
Heard louder than a gun
The sound they made was love


by The Flaming Lips

I've Separated Their Eyes From The Chest

You can never really start from the start
The ending begins inside of the heart
The people, they love to remember your name
It's a hospital bed but it's all just the same

Why did you leave when you will return?
Your past is your future, your future will learn
The crows that fly, we'll try not to find
Do things once, you know you'll do it twice

So I want kids with safety bricks
And a car thats quick
So we can split


"Safety Bricks" by Broken Social Scene

Haiku

Squirrel in a sling
Tricked by a cranberry
Packer paints you pink

One April Day

by The Magnetic Fields

One April Day
We'll go miles away.
And I'll turn to you and I'll say...
I've always loved you in my way.
I'll always love you in my way.

Cars and Telephones

I read the pages about me
In her autobiography
They were brief and to the point
A flash, while you are getting dressed
A memory that needs to be repressed
I'll just wait until it's over

Since you've gone away
I never know just what to say
Since you've gone away
I never know just what to say

Cause I like cars more than telephones
Your voice in my ear makes me feel so alone
Tonight I'm gonna drive
The silver moon is shining bright
Over the interstate
God saying hurry don't be late
Soon the sun will rise
That's when the romance dies
And I'm just tired of running around

I walked
To get the mail today
I guess
Your letter never came
I'll just
Check again tomorrow

A flash, while you are getting dressed
A Memory that needs to be repressed
I'll just wait without saying a word

Since you've gone away
I never know just what to say
Since you've gone away
I never know just what to say

Cause I like cars more than telephones
Your voice in my head makes me feel so alone
Tonight I'm gonna drive
The silver moon is shining bright
Over the interstate
God saying hurry don't be late
Soon the sun will rise
That's when the romance dies
And I'm just tired of running around

But fuck it, I love you even if
I'm gonna feel like shit
By the time I get to you
Now the sky is turning blue
The stars they disappear
One by one as the daylights nears
And yes you're in my head
But that doesn't make you here
And I've lost all my friends
But you're the one I miss the most
And now I'm almost there
Yeah I'm almost to the coast
And if I had any notion
Of how I'm gonna drive my car across
the Atlantic Ocean,
I'd be fucking set.

"Cars and Telephones" by The Arcade Fire

I Took The Lights and Radio Towers Out Of My Dreams

"The moon , the moon, the blue light of the moon. We didn't talk and silently we both felt powerful, and like the moon my chest was full."

"The Moon" by The Microphones

Miranda July is a little freaking sweetheart.

"I'd like to think all the people who follow my work are radical, political firecrackers. But those of you who are don't need any encouragement from me. Instead I will focus my efforts on the demographic who, like me in 1996, feels completely disconnected from life, nevermind their country. I'm hoping that there aren't very many of you, in this day and age. You people are hard to encourage, because all the political arguments will mean nothing to you. I just spent the last hour typing up my case for Obama, but you won't even read it, you'll skip ahead to something that seems subtler or less cliche, I know you. (And those of you who will read it, who are perhaps torn between Obama and Clinton, are well tended to by better writers.) So nevermind all that.

Here's why you should vote: you are going to really love it, the whole strange procedure. You get to walk right into a building that you would never normally be allowed in, often an elementary school. You can pause in the hallway to look at all the weird school-art and feel the eerie vibe of hundreds of kids living their endless kid lives right nearby. Then you follow the arrows to the voting room and look at the faces of the volunteers - who are these people? There is a hush of secrecy, the voting booth is clunky, the whole thing seems fake somehow. You consider filling in all the bubbles, like you did on the SATs. But you don't. You vote. You walk back outside feeling like you just gave blood or something, lightheaded from citizenry. You are wearing a sticker that says "I Voted" and you wish you could continue to get stickers like this throughout the day: I Ate Dinner, I Went To Sleep, I Got Out Of Bed, I Went To Work.
But alas, it is just this one thing that we all do together, savor it.

I tried to find an easy link for you to locate your polling place, but the best thing to do is just type the name of your city + "where do I vote" into google. If you're not registered, then you might not be able to vote in the primaries, but register right now so you can vote in November."

-Miranda July

Our Anniversary

This is Our Anniversary and you've hidden my keys.....

by (Smog)

For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti

These Days

I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think alot
About the things that I forgot to do

And all the times I had
A chance to

I stop my rambling
I don't do too much gambling these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
How all the changes came about my way

And I wonder if I'd see another
Highway

I had a lover
I don't think I'd risk another these days
These days
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing
So long

I'd stop my dreaming
I won't do too much scheming these days
These days
These days I sit at corner stones
And count the time the quarter turns to ten
Please don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them

-St. Vincent (covering Nico, covering Jackson Browne)

Oh Comely

"Now It Is All Over, Like The Birds"

(photo by Daniel Peterson from Urban Honking)

So, going back to work the other day, after lunch, I pulled up to a red light. I see a big, black bird lying in the middle of the road. I can't help but look at the bird. I'm wondering how a bird gets hit by a car. Or are birds too quick for that? Did it get shocked by the power lines and just fall? Straight down? I don't know how these things happen. So I look down at this poor bird and I see it lying on it's back. Legs up in the air. It's not dead. It's head and eyes moving back and forth, just wondering how it got itself in this horrible mess. Not making any sounds, it's body not moving. Just it's head and eyes, looking up at the sky. But it's alive! The red light seemed so long. I had an eternity to decide that I would at least move the bird to a better place. If it did get hit by a car, or whatever, I was going to try and make things more comfortable. I got out and picked up the silent bird. Tucking it's wings to it's body. We stared at each other, silently, as I walked to the side of the road. I laid it down behind a telephone pole in the long grass and weeds and said goodbye. I was nine minutes late getting back from lunch, just like the day before, and the day before that.





I went back the next day. The bird was gone.

Hello Weekend

I Wish I Had An Evil Twin

"When The Day, When The Day Falls To The Line. At The End, Oh, The End Of My Time."

"Lady Divine" by Alela Diane.

Here's a better-than-youtube youtube video....

Drinking At The Dam. Holding Back What It Can. Drinking At The Dam. Holding Back What I Can

I remember drinking at the dam
With the jarheads on the other side
Warm beer and tearing up the cans
And all of us yelling abuse
Cutting school to go drinking at the dam

Skinmags in the brambles
For the first part of my life
I thought women had orange skin
It was the first part of my life
Second is the rest

And now teenage warchests fill
And do the dirty dirty work
It was the first part of their lives

Drinking at the dam
Holding back what It can
But the power is so much

Drinking at the dam
Holding back what I can

I’m just drinking at the dam
I’m just drinking at the dam

Drinking At The Dam
by Smog

I Set My Face To The Hillside

Oh hi, Mr. Turtle, what's that on top of your head?