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Happy Birthday Grandma Elhard!

This has been a big week for my Elhard family back in Minnesota. Last week my father rocked the tassel in honor of his 52nd year of life. Yesterday my younger sister was awarded with a music scholarship for the best vocal performance at Bemidji State University. Last night my uncle's high school basketball team (video below) battled to second in a championship game for the Minnesota State AAA Title, and today my grandmother celebrates her 90th birthday! Not to mention that both my parents were offered great jobs on Friday...



Yesterday I celebrated my own victory with another day of snowboarding with co-workers. A dream come true to mob around a hill with fellow members of Rome Snowboard Design Syndicate!

I just called my grandma to hear of her popular birthday party at the community center in Northome, MN. She was blaring Guy Lambardo in the background and asked if I could hear it. "We used to listen to it when we were young. There were four of us (her siblings) who spent a lot of time together then and now its just me you know." she said... The Sweetest Music This Side of Heaven for the sweetest grandma this side of heaven, thankfully.

Yearly Sames.

"Still the Same"...I grew up hearing my mother play this song on the piano...

About one year ago I eagerly took my friend Aimee from art school to a Creature demo at 3rd Lair in Minneapolis. There, she learned firsthand why I admire these gnarthrashers, and why the event made a perfect fit into our maniacal school schedule as we were nearing the end of our college careers.

Lately there seems to be a powerful cycle of success going on with all of my friends. Every one is sharing in life hammers right now and I feel like I have just put an end to the first week of the rest of my life.
Hesh-in-training.


Here we are posted up with Janell Carlson, Neil Heddings and Al Partanen.
Saints and Sinners.

I love Skating.

I do love ice skating more than anything, and not until I took a lap on the official sized speed skating rink on Lake Bemidji, did I realize that its time for me to hang up the figure skates for a shiny pair of speed skating blades. Its certain that without grippy toepicks I'd be in the clear.

SPOTTINGS

My dad sent me these videos filmed via motion-sensor from the fences of our farm(s) and before they even played I recognized our land and trees and grass.





I love deer and venison and look back fondly on avoiding the hunting part. Sort of wish I had that choice right now. Im always wishing for a wolf-ish pet to follow me around. They have a stoic way of being which I could use as some protection. The lure of the coyote call haunted me long ago as I laid in bed at Grandma Jackie's farm. Simultaneous to the howling was mooing from the herd and a hissing wild cat fight beneath my window sometimes. No peace in the real world can compare to all those comforting natural reactions. Its primal out here now, in a different way than I remember. Still looking for a lullaby.

WEEKS/WEAKS

From boating to flying and crying and whining and dining. Northome, MN to Bemidji, to Minneapolis, to Phoenix, to Los Angeles, to San Diego, to San Marcos, to Carlsbad, to San Diego, to Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA. Held together by hours of contact with the lovely and wonderful ladies and families closest to me. Sarah and a Blister in the sun and my favorite Maddie Mug.

"everybody knows a different world, and only part of it." —john beldessari

making moves

is scary like this

When I Grow Up from Fever Ray on Vimeo.

I CRY

laughing so hard right now at my sister/family

found this on my sis' facebook.

also, my dad began a string of emails between my family, in pursuit of organizing a summer camping trip. originally addressing us as the "former campers in the mist", dad sought to place us in a woodsy hostel, out of the rain. after a round of concerns about the communal sleeping arrangements, he offered a nudist-camp alternative to which my cousin Darren replied



known for his unbearably dry wit, his email address is literally "thebickersons@...com". thankfully, by the time the sun is bright enough to poach my family's sacred skin, i will have moved far away from wherever the bickersons join the "future campers in the nude"

Michael Yonkers Band (with the Blind Shake)
But if you use Pandora, seriously hit him up there.

SLEEPER TUNES

Me and Emily have been sitting inside with the shithouse mouse for the last few days, trying to avoid the frigid cold.

This weekend we will be at our Snap Shot Shanty, and you better be too!

This was one of the funner nights of our lives.


Anne is coming home! With Brock!

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.