This was one of the funner nights of our lives.


Anne is coming home! With Brock!

The DropZone skatepark. 1999. I'm on the far side, about to .... drop.... in?

LOCATION LOCALE. Almost as upnorth as it gets while still living in the real world to tell about it.

THE MONKS

Its monk time! They are really rockin! My sister cut a track with one of these monks, Gary Burger who is mayor of Turtle River, MN where they played a show a few years ago! They definitely didnt have to shave the top of their heads this time.

GOLDEN TENS

FROM MY DISASTER CAKES BOOK...out soon!

FOR SOME STRANGE REASON I CRAVED THE SMELL OF MARLBORO REDS AT DOTS CAFE TODAY. This flocked golden wallpaper is in lieu of those daring walls in that cozy Portland lounge.

THIS YEAR'S BOOT SEASON HAS MY MYSTIFIED!!

WEATHER HAIKU FOR YOU

on the phones in doors.

would be at the stumptown there.

here im hot and cold.

POINTERESE

Pointlessness everywhere, so I needed more of this in my life. Harry Nilsson makes fantastic timeless tunes.

update*
5:50 a.m. friday morning while i was not sleeping.
i discovered that the point is delicious!



this all happened by complete coincidence. srsly!

VIRTUE

I was so bummed out today because when I went to the Vice website, I found all of these in the DONT'S section.

MICAH VISION

Abi Chase has been gathering interviews and images from a selection of people across the country with unique living situations. When I went to Oregon I handed off an "assignment" package to Micah Hollinger at High Cascade Snowboard Camp. These images were shot in the last few weeks of camp, with a disposable camera. Some excellent exposures, some of which are not so g-rated.

STRATEGY

A sad strategy. A perfect photograph. Al Grillo for the New York Times.

ITS MINNEAPOLIS

I was thrilled to see this wonderful typography used in drama; twisting and floating across some massive skull-painted props.

I had a very fine day in Minneapolis. I might even consider it adventurous. My day started with a bike ride leading to a walk, climb, jump and slide through some trails by the old flour mills along the river. I gathered alot of visuals, you can find them on my flickr or something...I was very energized when I returned home. A kaleidoscope that my grandmother made me is featured here as a tribute to both her and Emily, who is very soon leaving on a tour! Next stop was St.Paul to Hidden Falls park for the finale of the Barebones Halloween performance. We gathered in the dark to watch the night come alive with pyrotechnics, life-sized sea rocks and larger-than-life creatures parading around the park in the spirit of waking up the "dead". The theme harkened to the "dead" minds of right-wing supporting U.S. citizens! I was pretty certain that the audience, the largest crowd in Barebones history, welcomed this propaganda. Being situated in the "overflow" section, I sat up on a hill in front of the makeshift "orchestra pit" (a shanty with a bamboo and tarp roof) I would sometimes look back at my friend Sonja sleeping on her accordion! But really, when she was jammin' the music sounded fricking beautiful! They played a lengthy encore set and afterward, Sonjy and I made plans for mulled wine, biscuits, and dancing for a time verrry soon! Ironically, during this macabre theatrical production, my friend Joel invited me to 1st avenue to see GWAR! His band, Toxic Holocaust had just opened for them. After a lovely time meeting up with the Darnells for some bluegrass at Delano's, I made it to 1st ave. just in time for some dancing. Even after a few pulls of Jagemeister, it was hard to keep up with them flailing around the dancefloor in their black, studded kits. To all those naive little TML'rs, these dudes had convincing costumes! They looked like a real metal band! Between sets of shotgunning beers that Schiff had ripped open with his teeth, they pulled some moves that had us twerking with the best of them.