cried myself to sleep the other night

boo. 

hoo. 

hoo.

on a completely unrelated (well, i SUPPOSE they could be related if you've a big enough line to draw) note, i found these images on the internet yesterday! They're from the Walker Open Field Drawing Coop that I went to a few times earlier this summer.  The bottom is one that somebody else started and I finished, and the top is one that I started... and they decided didnt need anything else. 

Here's to making just for the HEY of it!

put a live banker in your boca

In 1931 Dr. William Braid White proposed the idea that every city has its own ground tone. "New York's, he said, was pitched between A and B flat in the low bass," and London is/was close to the lowest C. Chicago...Dr. White placed Chicago's ground town at E flat. I wonder what Minneapolis' ground tone is. 

What does it sound like to go from MPLS, to NY, to MPLS, to CHI, and back to MPLS again? X A/B X Eflat X

a double rainbow kind of summer so far

i fainted this morning:

ten minutes later "took part" in a one-sided conversation about this woman's demons, the witches curses she's been put under, and the way something is pulling her spine through her eyes and into the heavens.... one man told me all about his many pet snakes while scratching his balls and drawing a GIANT tarantula. another man kissed my cheek and told me he loved me after i complimented the watermelon pineapple guitar clock he had just finished.

everything i could say about my summer is either summed up by or overshadowed by the above. 

i am excited and exhausted. 

i am FULL and missing. 

i am surrounded and alone. 

i'm alive!