sunday drive by Kate Baer

my collection of 1970s snoopy jewelry

Bullshit Jobs

Surrealist Edward James, was so besotted with his wife, the dancer Tilly Losch, that when he saw the trail of wet footprints she left up the stairs after her bath at Monkton House, he had them woven into the carpet.

More angles of the Snoopy I made.

Swiftcurrent Lake, Glacier National Park, Montana.

this month's bugs. the outrageous one at the top right is real, Austrospirachtha carrijoi, a rove beetle that parasitizes termite nests

tundras are soooo pretty aand beautiful to look at smears of best ever colors on flat and muted greens and yellows.... hard agree with los campesinos like yes take a body to tundra for real......

Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Quiet World”

Then I felt like an adult, forced to live in the body of a child. Since, I feel like a child, privileged to live in the body of an adult. The zealot of seriousness in me, because it was already full-grown in the child, continues to think of reality as yet-to-be. Still sees a big space ahead, a far horizon. Is this the real world? I still ask myself that, forty years later ... as small children ask re-peatedly, in the course of a long, tiring journey, "Are we there yet?"

Pilgrimage, Susan Sontag

‘Typography and logos in knitted structures' presented at the International Symposium in Knitting and Apparel, 2013 by Andrej Vilar, Klementina Mozina and Alenka Pavko-Cuden.

a mary oliver quote that peeled me like a fruit

oh to be a pretty little ginger cat snoozing in the dappled shade of the wild mango tree

jesse ball, from “how to set a fire and why”

how some of it happened by Marie Howe