The Sinkhole
Heavy rains in Guatemala opened this enormous sinkhole in Guatemala City. They say it swallowed an entire three-story building and a house, as well as having claimed the life of at least one person.
point-and-click Lost
I adore the concept (still hate the show). (via waxy)
It was everything I expected…
And more; I love all y’all. So big I could bust apart.
Kelsey! Thank you so much for all your work, it was a labor of love. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Hope we didn’t leave too much to clean up (I’m thinking of all the left-overs in the fridge, for instance). Girl, you know how to throw a party. I would trade nothing for our hour on the meadow at the mountain-top with those who were there.
Bluebell wood
God speed, Louise
May flocks of flying penises bring you gently to your rest, singing lullabyes to you as they do it.
This post needs no explanation
Postcard From Clusterflockstock
Wish you were here. Love…
Happy Memorial Day
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From our families to yours.
Wherewithall
Quit my job, moved all my belongings out of the house I’ve lived in for four years.
Going to radio silence for a while. I’ll let you know when I land.
Sheiking at Maytown
When Ronya and I were in Dubai, we purchased the full Arab garb for Uncle Ray. This is what he had to say about it:
“Your grandparents, Craig, & my family were at my house Sunday for lunch
so I dressed up. None of the family appeared to be Arabic enought to get
the headdress right. So I said “Death to America.”
Uncle Ray with love”
Oil spill is more than skin deep
This video of Philippe Cousteau (son of Jacques) diving beneath the cloud of the oil spill is incredible:
One product of clusterflockstock today is this idea: crowdsource the solution to stop the spill with a tax-exempt award of $1 billion to be paid by BP. As Deron notes, we would have the solution tomorrow.
In their next lives
they will all drive Rolls.
Joseph’s Dream
For one who teases and will not tell.
What you suggest, Joseph, is a noisy low-res subterranean dream. The Basement Tapes. It is 3:00 am, and flockers toss restlessly on improvised pallets, their bladders aching from an excess of pale ale. They are flockers and yet they are not flockers, as it is a dream, and a fourth-generation copy of a dream at that. You are assigned to empty the bucket into which they sleepily pee, and you must stand watch lest they miss the bucket or the bucket overflows. You spy a mop and seek to enchant it, to command it to do your bidding, to haul away the slop bucket and to mop up the spills and leave you to sleep. Over the mop you mutter mumbo-jumbo, pidgin Dutch, glossolalic utterances that give way to a Tourettic stammer as you realize you do not know what the fuck fuck fuck you are doing and now flockers commence to wet their pallets and soon the floor is awash in pee and you cannot stop it and the sea of pee rises and swirls and rises and swirls and recumbent flockers are submerged in an ocean of urine and you cannot stop it and the flood level rises it rises it rises and flockers are drowning and you stand waist-deep in pee, now shoulder-deep in pee, and it rises and rises and it reaches your chin and you struggle to buoy yourself up, to tread pee, to dog-paddle, but it is no good and now your head bumps the basement ceiling and the pee is rising . . .
and you wake.
Bacon. Maple syrup. And more pale ale.
Was it like that?
from the comments
Okay, to reverse that idea imagine me wandering into a Dunkin’ Donuts
in New York and asking the clerk while paying for my purchase why you
Americans put different pictures of dead white men on your money.
Der amerikanische Freund | Wim Wenders (1977)
Dennis Hopper (as Tom Ripley) and Nicholas Ray (as Derwatt) in Wim Wenders’s Der amerikanische Freund (1977).
In 1977 Ray, who directed Hopper in Rebel Without a Cause, was diagnosed with the lung cancer that killed him two years later.
The Eugenics Experiment That is Jessica Simpson
I saw the VH1 ad in People magazine, and I was all like WTF?? And then I was like wait, I have seen this before:
The man who went looking for America and couldn’t find it anywhere.
Pictorial obit here.
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Embroidered Book Covers
We’re still here up in Silverthorn, CO enjoying pale ale, mountain air and each other’s company. Rick and Danny woke me up with the smell of bacon and maple syrup just in time to stumble across this fantastic collection of hand embroidered book designs by Parisian artist Olympia Le-Tan.
Tom Brokaw Explains Canada to Americans
This short film aired on NBC prior to the opening ceremonies of the 2010 Winter Olympic Games.
Remember, Canada was a British colony. That was a long time ago.
Mr. Kocha, Masher
If you have ever wanted to know what a masher looks like, now you do.
Three-quarter length portrait of Mr. Kocha, masher, sitting in a chair in front of an interior staircase in a room in Chicago, Illinois. 1906. From the Chicago Daily News negatives collection, Chicago History Museum.
WhatTheFlock?!!
As I lie in bed trying to go to sleep, I am haunted by a story from clusterflockstock deux. I shall never repeat the story, but… Holy fuck. Physiologically, psychologically… shit, even ontologically, I am nonplussed. I pray for dreams having nothing to do with that story.
Mouthwash? Yes. Twice.
“Monkeys Are Loose” | Kids in the Hall
Canadians are not only trustworthy. They can be awful funny.
Warning: This sketch from the 1993-1994 season of “The Kids in the Hall” may be too intense for India.
Good Night, Sweet Prince
Of the whole brood of toy chicks, the largest was my favorite, and I named him Prince Chickie. What possessed me to place Prince Chickie in the middle of the street, right in front of our house, I cannot say. Within minutes he was road kill, spiky shards of yellow plastic.
Chris Watson: Whispering in the Leaves
Today I went to Kew Gardens, south of London (at least I think I went south), and heard Chris Watson perform a “live” version of his sound collage “Whispering in the Leaves,” built out of tropical rain forest recordings and created especially for the Palm House at the Gardens. It was cool. And I got to meet and talk to him afterward, as well as a couple of the folks of the marvelous Touch Music label for whom he records.
