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.

A very beautiful being.

FEELIN MY FEVER

Dr. Dog is truly amazing. I could get used to this.

can my spirit animal please be a wolf?

We need more snow in Minnesota.

I miss the Art Shanties.

I have dog fever.

This wolf is huge! And friendly.

This is from one of those blogs that make you really uncomfortable. But she does make some amazing motivational posters.

Right?

Brenna B! End of Summer '08; myspace

You probably wouldnt believe how many times I begin my journal entries in reference to Stephen Sagmeister's journal-writing theories.  As if I need to qualify speaking my mind. 

Yet I never have regrets for doing so. Maybe I will edit my blog a few times a year, but its probably nothing to worry about that I censor myself. Why not? When everything my generation lives for is erasable. Usually with the hit of one key command our pasts, and now our futures, could virtually be gone. 

So let me take the time to explain, now, how sentimental a few online artifacts have made me lately; The happiest place I have ever been in my life falls somewhere between a van parked on Mt. Hood and in a collective consciousness with two kindred spirits from northern Washington. I have never felt more "myself" than the days us ladies would share all of our innate and primal tendencies without hesitation. We were supported by the woods, mountains, intoxications, friendships and fires outside our backdoors. Within this potent environment, an entire western culture of snowboarding, art, fashion, design and celebrity mingled softly in the underbrush. We made choices between these two quests on an hourly basis. We never had to settle, we always set out to roam the wild. 

dedicated to Danielle Davis, Brenna B., and Anne Lantry and the govy life 2006

funnies

my favorite.

days until classes begin

©MYSTERESE

Temple Grandin

my parents are moving to our farm, finally. im not sure if my dad is so interested in raising cattle again, and now i completely understand. today i have been reading the essay Power Steer by Michael Pollan which is a journalistic commentary on the U.S. cattle industry, as he follows his steer, No. 534, to the slaughterhouse. my dad was remarkably compassionate for his head of cattle, and i closely followed. ive always wished for more. i think reading about temple grandin would be fascinating. i'm really proud that my uncle Skip, a farm veterinarian, has chosen to volunteer as a scientific advisor for American Humane.

©MY DAD! 1973

sandridge

sammige

sammwich

sandweech

sandwich

samrich

sa'wich

theyre all so good!

this soundtrack to my govy life 2006 karaoke clip was in my head all morning.
micah on the mic. and al neun on the dancefloor. my first summer on mt. hood in oregon. (i used to have so much fun, then.) *this was a nightly occurance in the '3rd world' a-frame at high cascade snowboard camp!!

cheer up, sunny days will be back again soon.

does this look pretty fierce to you?

the antelope jack rabbit.

now, the portland zine scene.
thanks to jeff!

ALSO, fwis.com

dog days f'real

so it can't be any coincidence that i peered at this top 10 smartest/dumbest dog slideshow this morning, only to then disprove that entire proclamation with the findings of THIS!!!!!

Xtreme Pete!

goin skatin tonight

(this woman is) SO XTREME!