Tiny insects are we, marching upwards on a tree. Our cocoons sway in synchronized salute.
The top says “Sweet Sour Don’t Touch.”The back of the bottom says “Keep the Pants on Till I Get Back Home”. From the 1940s, most likely from a World War II Soldier who sent them home to his wife.
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“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”
you know, I’ll have to try my hand at making salt.
MDH
The description I the house smelling like a storm got me. I want to try this so bad now!
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Scream Park by Cary Hill (Review) [Starring Ogre and Doug Bradley]
We’ve come full circle from the 1980s: Scream, Scary Movie, The Cabin In The Woods, and now Scream Park. It obediently stars The Virgin, The Slut, The Freak, The Jock, and Doug “Pinhead” Bradley in a cameo that takes up marginally more than the trailer’s running time. Every piece is in place for this pantomime of horror, from the couple-who-have-sex-who-you-know-will-die-next to the plucky Last Girl with the plan to survive.
First the problems. Scream Park was shot on camcorders and edited on a Mac. It’s somewhere between Clerks and vintage Doctor Who in terms of production values: there’s a studio echo to the painfully obvious overdubs, and the video just cannot compare to pro-shot cinematography. There must be some sort of tool that could remaster it - cleaning up the audio and perhaps adding some vintage pops and crackles to the film like Robert Rodriguez’s Grindhouse fare. Unfortunately, I suspect such gadgets are beyond Scream Park’s microbudget - the meagre kitty was swelled by a successful Kickstarter campaign, which at least saw the film to completion.
I’m glad they did, since Scream Park is a lot of fun. Skinny Puppy’s Kevin Ogilvie doesn’t so much chew the scenery as gorge upon it. There’s another character called Ogre, but no doubt Kevin lobbied for the part of Iggy - and he’s absolutely hamtastic. OK, so he’s far too good looking and enjoying himself FAR too much, but you’ll love his energetically physical performance.
The big surprise for me was how well the direction and editing gelled to create a pleasingly tense, well-paced story. It’s all too easy to get sucked in, forget the dodgy prosthetics and jump 20 feet at a well-timed shock.
Doug Bradley might be the reason you watched it, but Scream Park is good enough for it not to matter that his screen-time is brief. It’s painting by numbers, sure, but it stays within the lines and makes for a good picture.
Blair Witch was also shot on a wee budget but was just as good as many horror films shot on a larger one. Hopefully Scream Park will have a steadier hand.
Lydia Lunch, 1981
pull the chain…pull the chain….
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My eye caught a dark form lying on the river bottom. It took me a few moments to comprehend what I had stumbled upon. Lying peacefully in the shallow waters of the river, only a few meters from shore, was a full-grown cougar. The contrast between the serenity of the scene I was witnessing and what must have played out here in the cougar’s final moments made me shiver. It was the first shiver of many, as I stripped down and waded out into the icy water to get this shot. x
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A fucking Coil tribute album. It’s fan-fucking-tastic. I’m in aural heaven right now.
(Source: Spotify)
Day in photos: May 22, 2013
Bungee cords pull a man from the Kalom, a large well that dates back to the 16th century, traditional Sufi Muslim ceremony in the village of Ndande.The gaping, now-dry well was the site of historic battles in Senegalese history.
Everyone always says how sad fall and winter is with all of nature dying around you. But no one says how sad spring is, even if it is bursting with life and flowers. On my morning walk I have encountered no less than 6 dead baby birds that have fallen out of nests and at least 7 flattened baby squirrels no doubt crossing a perilous human road. That’s more than I see on a typical winter’s walk.
woah hold on a second though, with these nightmare legs.
What is that like a 44 inch inseam?
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