LISTENING TO: 明星－神様の舌打ち。

It's hot outside. I need to mow the lawn. I've mowed it twice already with the push-mower that I borrowed from our nextdoor neighbor (a nice, aging hippie named flip, whose lawn is pristinely manicured), but it hasn't really been able to penetrate the seven inch grass shield that formed during our (my) inattention to the lawn during fall and winter. The backyard isn't so bad, but I'm actually worried about cutting away the front lawn and finding the remnants of a tiny insect civilization. Bodies, rent in half by the rusty, unflinching blades. Weeping beetle children. A partially demolished 1/200 scale high-rise.

I haven't taken any good pictures in a while. There are a couple of places in Bellingham that I think would be pretty cool, but I hesitate to go tromping around the semi-industrial neighborhood in the middle of the night with a camera and a five foot tripod. Bellingham seems like somewhere where people would call the police if they saw that. Or I'll just get mugged. I dunno. I need a burly(er) friend to go take pictures with.

NOW LISTENING TO: Naglfar - Into the Cold Voids of Eternity.

Virginia

Man, what the hell?

Goddamn.

Rusty pickups are my muse.

I meant to post these two weeks ago, but was stricken by a strange inner-ear infection that has yet to fully recede, so I didn't.

I went to visit family in Hoquiam (google!), which in addition to being a fairly nice drive (past Oympia, anyway) resulted in some pictures around my Grandpa's house:





It was weird to be driving around in my mom's (relatively) new car. I felt like I should have been in some primeval Dodge, with moss growing up the running boards and a huge diesel spewing particulates and black smoke from the decaying exhaust.

goddamn residual issues.

CLEARLY, I MUST LEARN TO APPRECIATE WHERE I AM, WHEREVER IT MAY BE.

hemåt

帰る。

Los Angeles is Eating my Friends

この言語をどうして習っていますか。

I think this thing is better when I just post pictures.

Obligatory Holiday Well-Wishing

Happy Yule.


Eat Drink And Be Merry, but try not to puke on the carpet (or pee on it, like my Grandpa's dog).

Altar

Sunn 0))) rules.

HEED ME, BITKh.

To move forward, you hafta to let the past lie. You gotta set it down. Put it in a box, put it in a closet, and keep walking.

Friggin' Snow.

Seattle to Bellingham is about a 90 mile drive. It took us EIGHT HOURS.


...


But hey, at least the snow's pretty.




And here's the brave little truck which, despite the battery dying during the four hour standstill between exits 240 - 242, got us through the hell-drive safe.

AND THE SENATE.

To Mr. Santorum, especially, a heartfelt goodbye.

In the house.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa.

NO MORE FOOD.

On the Eve.

Cannibal Ox.

Mmmmmmmmmmm, The Cold Vein.

Man, i'm not very consistent with this thing.

This is slowly but steadily turning into a photoblog. At least, when I remember to update the
damn thing it is.

Today I learned that blogger can thumbnail images for you, and all of my previous photoposts became stupid. How frustrating.

Anyhoo, pictures, mostly from Discovery Park: