2am. tramping around the sopping wet woods in my pajamas. bleeding from bramble scratches acquired in the course of chasing after feral kittens. the poor things, it rained so hard today our road is closed because the bridge over it flooded out.

i was so close to catching one, if I had just scooped her up quickly instead of moving slowly so as not to scare her…kicking myself.

we’ll be back tomorrow with food and a livetrap. hope they’re okay.

“I have a compass app on my iphone”

a while ago I reblogged a “things organized neatly” picture of someone’s camping gear. now I’m going camping in a much less organized fashion. the tent’s already in my car (which - as an aside - is turning into my auxiliary closet: I could put together multiple outfits from the various pieces of clothing strewn about) and other people are bringing most of the useful stuff. the casette tapes are there because between the four of us we don’t have a car that has both the stamina for long distances and a cd player. 

not pictured: water bottle, flip-flops, anything remotely suited to the wilderness.

trifunkalicious:

Amazing sculptures by Hirotoshi Itoh.

sylviagetyourheadouttheoven:

Bonnie “Prince” Billy - I See A Darkness

This is so so brilliant.

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iwhospeakawkwardly replied to your post: Some hideous excuse for a human being dumped a…

Ugh, I hate when that happens. When I lived on a farm people would drop off both cats and dogs when we weren’t around/in the middle of the night and it’s just so despicable on so many levels.

 Assholes. Idk why - and I freely admit this is in all likelihood a strange, maladaptive behavior - but I have no problem responding calmly and proportionally when a human is harmed in some way… but when someone harms an animal I hulk out and start wanting to smash literally everything.

Some hideous excuse for a human being dumped a mother cat and her entire litter of kittens at the end of the gravel road I live on. It’s not the first time it’s happened, or even the second or the third, which is how we came to own 6 cats at one point. How hard is it to take your cat to a no-kill shelter? There are like seven in the area. SEVEN. I hate people.

But when I went back there to bring them some food, I met a woman who was doing the same thing and who had plans to bring them to the vet in the morning so hopefully this story ends well.

Aubrey Plaza and Josh Tillman from Under the Radar

— Matt Berninger, on a new children’s book app The National will score and narrate.  (via ivetupintheclouds)

Eggshells by Rachel Sermanni for The Line of Best Fit

spoiler: a train passes by at the absolute best possible time, and it’s beautiful. 

• found a turquoise silk shirt that used to belong to my aunt in ancient days and squirreled it away into my closet. am now one step closer to owning enough shirts not to have trouble packing for a two week trip and to my goal of owning clothes that don’t make me look homeless.
• i’ve been reading back through some of my posts and feeling a little weirded out because - it’s not that any individual post doesn’t sound like me, it’s just that once you collect all of them together it creates the weirdest gestalt which is entirely off the mark when it comes to describing what I actually sound like. i’m not great at blogging, is basically what i’m trying to say.
• (also not great at consistently choosing capitalization versus pretending i’m bell hooks or ee cummings or something).

my friend at maymont last weekend. took this and immediately started thinking that it’d be exactly the sort of picture that tumblr would love if the composition were better and if someone slapped a filter on it or something. it’s always a sort of shameful moment when you start consciously thinking about how your life would be represented via social networking when you’re actually living it/ aren’t even on the internet.

maymont

camping this weekend!

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mountainstage:

Anais Mitchell (who appears both in this week’s episode, and as a blur in the top-center of this photo) kindly asked if we’d let her coyote pelt hang out on the monitor desk during her performance. Which in and of itself is a pretty hard thing to say no to. But best of all, it lead to the following exchange:

Me: Cool Coyote. What, is that like your spirit animal or something?

Anais: Thanks! And it is, actually.

Was nodding off a little as I drove home the other day so I turned on the radio to keep myself awake, thinking optimistically ‘maybe whatever’s in the top 40 this week won’t be completely intolerable.’ The first thing to play: Anais Mitchell on the mountain stage.

It was such an improbable good thing that it kind of made my day.