this little space cadet blasted off from her earthly body on sunday. i’m heartbroken not to hang with such a cool pal anymore, but relieved that she went easily, at home, in a non-emergency way. she was very weak the last few days of her life & I set her up with a small bed close to her food, water, and litter so she wouldn’t have to go too far, then hung out nearby during the day & slept on the floor next to her. Even on her last night I woke up to her climbing on me and snuggling up as a little spoon.
far from a complete best of collection: a pic from the night we met, in my unfinished paint job of a room at spring park, and one from the party we had saturday night. natty bo & that friskies cat are made for each other.
up today on Big Red & Shiny, my coverage of Ben Davis’s lecture and some thoughts on art and class
A) As long as I live I will know all of the words to this song.
B) When we lived in Mexico, I would sing a special version while I was cleaning vegetables for dinner, called “No Grubs.” Because grubs were a serious problem. Possibly even a worse problem than scrubs.
nice to see this make the rounds again but where is the credit line for JEANNIE HARRELL, somehow her original post only has 54 notes
so honey take me by the hand and we can sign some papers
If people can’t eat their own peanut butter or tomato sauce to get a free jar, is it the end of days?
pedicab congress in the war memorial grove in the fens
HEYYYYY I hope this stays a monument to NOTHING
"bartered his work in exchange for strong drink"
All these satyrs of Dionysus have boners over the wine they’re making