April 1, 1949 May 27, 2011. Seventy Years, One Day. Brick Stowell, a killer young photographer who fucks with OFWGKTA. Tyler, The Creator and James Blake. I watched it for the second time only recently and enjoyed it just as much, perhaps even a little more, than my first viewing of it years ago.

Memoirs of a hipster dance addict. Both The Void and The Parade. New music from LA based duo Classixx. Of my all time favorite LCD Soundsystem. A brain-melty new tune from Austra. A nice late night lullaby from the dancefloor from Small Black. Queens of the stone age.

Of course, we waited until nearly the last minute to start painting. Elizabeth took half and I took half and the process actually went pretty quickly. The hardest part was trying to decide what colors and how to paint certain features. Carrie and Peter enjoyed painting their own dolls. Elizabeth and one of her dolls finished.

Sunday, August 28, 2016. Well, we tried a fly sheet. That tone sounds promising, right? No after pictures, but the fly sheet lasted less than 24 hours before suffering a critical tear. At least I bought it on sale! Enter the fly mask and shoo flies. Harley has had to grow out hoof wall cracks from stomping for the past two summers. It took months and I had to trim his feet very often to prevent the cr.

Landscapes, nature, archaeology and other interests. About Memoirs of a husk. Religious, for a year. Swamps, in Zambia, in the rain. It was a two walk weekend, after a week of only one. And that one was to the shops. With a brief diversion into the cemetery. Work, but people who are. But back to the walks.