• artlanta

    Be curious, don’t question what draws the eye in. But don’t always believe what the eye sees.  

  • down to the tightrolls

    I read a lot of graphic novels. “Oh, like Watchmen.” Well. No. And I suppose we could wrestle the semantics of graphics, what it means to be a comic when the content isn’t funny, or if it’s still literary when the letters scribble off, word bubbles popped. Many prominent artists are my age, or just

  • 2011 llama pageant

    Yesterday I saw my first llama pageant, an annual event at the Minnesota State Fair.

  • century of the self

    Y’all cogs are fools, capitalistic tools, me too tis of thee, all sorts of angst I thought I’s over, sidling up to thirty.

  • cookie monster

    The only good part about Valentine’s Day is Bree’s annual cookie-decorating soiree, which I’ve missed for the past three years. I was back in full effect on Sunday, Super Bowl be damned. I am a cookie-decorating rockstar (and stylish plate fiend). BOOYAH! This poor swine has the flu. TRAMP STAMP COOKIE! For the record, I

  • disIntegration

    She is in the Used section, old and scarred, and I can’t stop staring at her. She is so beautiful.