Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Pimp my Lumina.

Wait, no, don't bother--someone else has already beaten me to it.
The Pimped Lumina.
(This is not Bessy!)

#3 Earnhardt decal? Check.
Cheesy rear window decals? Check.
Giant "CHEVY" decal for windshield? Check.
Spoiler on a family sedan? Check.
Golden hood ornament? Check.
Sweeeeeeet rims? Oh, most definitely check.

(I've been spotting this beauty around town periodically over the past couple of months, but this is the first time I've happened to have my camera with me during a sighting. It isn't the best angle, I know--you don't get the full glory of the hood ornament at all!--but I had to keep things covert, because the driver was in the car. And she looked like she could snap me like a twig.)

Ladies and gentlemen, Ashland has a new awesomest car. Well, 2nd awesomest, anyway.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Notice to ice fishermen.

It was over 70 degrees outside in Ashland today.

Icy fog.

For the love of god, ice fishing season is over. Get off the friggin' ice already.

Thank you. That is all.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Elvis has left the building...no, wait, here he is.

Loser!

These positively delightful Elvis playing cards were (are?) owned by my former AmeriCorps friend and colleague, Will.

Birthday, 2002.
(Me and my friend Will wearing stick-on earrings on our foreheads like bindis on my birthday, 2002. I should mention this was after I'd consumed about half a bottle of Boone's Farm. I party ever so heartily.)

We were looking for a deck of cards one night in that first year I was living in Helena, and OH MY GOD, when he dug these out I just about died. Thank goodness he let me scan them into the computer for posterity. I don't know what I would've done all these years if I hadn't had them handy in electronic form, at the very least.

Grr!
Grr!!!

Taking a breather.
Taking a breather.

Pavarotti.
Pavarotti, is that you?

Thirsty.
But what's he drinking? The black & white photograph enshrouds the glass' contents in mystery.

Pharaoh.
Pharaoh, let my people...ROCK!

And last, but certainly not least, my all-time favorite of the bunch...




Nooooooooooo!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"


Tuesday, March 20, 2007

"I love num num."

"I love num-num."
It was true when I was two, and it's true today:

I LOVE NUM NUM.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

From study hall, circa 1996.

Llama Man.

Written in tandem with Nick Anich during one of a series of study halls wherein we composed ditties dedicated to Doug, the troll-ish looking study hall monitor. But why we were calling him "Llama Man," exactly, I don't recall.

Friday, March 16, 2007

"A Woolly Celebration."

This is too cool for school.

"The
Institute For Figuring is crocheting a coral reef: a woolly celebration of the intersection of higher geometry and feminine handicraft, and a testimony to the disappearing wonders of the marine world..."

"...Though the process that brings these models into being is algorithmic, endless permutations of the underlying formulae result in a constantly surprising panoply of shapes. The quality of yarn, style of stitch and tightness of the crochet all affect the finished model so that each is as individual as a living organism. The reef is made up of various sub-reefs, each with its own colors and styling and each evoking a particular strata of marine life: the kelp section (green/grey), coral section (orange), and anemone section (blue/black). Like its biological counterparts, the crochet reef grows slowly: each piece is hand-made and individually thought out."


"...Each model results from the application of an iterative recipe repeated over and over. Like fractals such as the Mandelbrot Set, these forms come into being only through the process of doing some “boring” step again and again and again. Though experience often serves as a guide, there is no way to know in advance what a specific algorithm will achieve and we have many times been surprised when seemingly insignificant changes in the underlying pattern have led to fundamentally new results. This is, in a very real sense, a kind of experimental mathematics and we invite crocheters everywhere to join us in exploring the myriad possibilities inherent in these techniques."

At last--I can put those two Rubbermaid bins full of excess yarn in my basement to good use.

(If you're a crocheter & interested in giving this a go, check out their website for more information on that, including a little slideshow on basic patterns you could start with.)

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

As seen on TV.

Behold, the wonderment that is...the Infinite Dress.













"The Infinite® Dress is a
timeless concept of dressing. This masterpiece in versatility and comfort is also machined washable and wrinkle free. It is fondly called the world’s best traveling dress and is right for all occasions. The unique special fabric made for this garment does not cling. The Infinite Dress is cut to make women appear slimmer and taller. Simply put, this is the best dress in the world. You will love your Infinite Dress!"















"Bad hair day?"




Monday, March 12, 2007

I guess they didn't like the answer they got.


Ouija board.


Found in a snowbank behind work this morning, ripped in half.


The Wonders of Wisconsin.

My intrepid Sconny-exiled-in-Arkansas pal Nick Anich passed this along--you can vote for the Wonders of Wisconsin until April 15th, if so inclined. (I love it that Nick, even though he's in Arkansas, so frequently finds out about these things before I do, and I freakin' live here. haha)

And for you Northlanders, never fear--for once, we're actually represented fairly well on this ballot. Lots of spots from the top of the state throughout the list, even if they do skew heavily toward the whole Bayfield/La Pointe scene a bit...I was happy to see Copper Falls make the list, though. Ooh, and the waterfalls by Saxon, too.
Although I'll admit that I voted for the Ducks in the Dells over the Madeline Island Ferry. C'mon, how can you not love riding the Ducks?

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Ice water mansion.


Two Saturdays ago, before the blizzard this past weekend, I traveled up the southern shore of Lake Superior with my intrepid pal Shannon to scout out the Apostle Islands Sea Caves just east of Cornucopia.

Ice road to Madeline Island.

(Ice road from Bayfield to Madeline Island...we thought about taking a spin, but it's a good thing we didn't as our time at the caves--not to mention the daylight--went fast.)

There's an outcropping of cliffs & sea caves about a mile east of Meyers Beach (near Little Sand Bay) on the mainland, not too bad of a walk (about a mile) when the lake is frozen and there isn't too much snow on top of the ice to trip through. There are also some caves along the cliffs of Sand Island further out, but that'd be quite the hike in winter and they're accessible only by boat in the more temperate months. Plus, I'm an ice wuss and if we'd gone that far out from shore I think my head might have exploded. Suffice to say, we stuck to the mainland caves.

Sign on the beach.

Destination.

We had great ice that Saturday, and as there was little snow on the ground at that time, pretty easy walking. If the snow had been deeper or if it'd been windier, it would've been much rougher going.

Mary on crack.

But still, one must always be mindful of cracks.

Snow/ice pile.

Where different sheets of ice meet, sometimes these pilings form from the pressure (think tectonic plates)--some look like snowpiles, some (like these) look almost like waves. If you climb on them, you soon discover that most of them aren't soft like a snowpile, though--they're pretty hard.

The shoreline gradually changed from beach to rockier formations the further out we went until finally, we were at our first caves. Which were more like alcoves than caves, really, but pretty neato regardless. And, well, pretty slippery. What with the ice and all.

Shannon bravely falls over.

The pale blue gloves = not the best idea.

(Ice wuss, stupidly wearing pale blue stretchy gloves in the dusty red-rocked caves. But dammit, I didn't slip! haha)

Shortly down the line from there, we found a giant block of ice perched precariously on its side. (I'm pretty sure it didn't form the way it's standing in these pictures--looked like previous visitors had been messing with it.)

Now that's a big chunk of ice.

Whoops--I killed nature!

Whoops--I killed nature!

The further out we got, the fancier the caves became.

Apostle Islands Sea Caves.

Mary by some icy caves.

Shannon in a drippy ice cave.


Mary in a drippy ice cave.

Drippy.

Most of the caves didn't look all that deep, but this bad boy went back a loooooooong way. More daring souls than I were sloshing their way into the depths, but I took one look at their soaked footwear and got "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" running through my head. "The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead." Ice wuss strikes again.

Icy death.

About that time, some snow was starting to fall, and with it getting late in the day we turned around to head back to our starting point.

Shannon, with what I think is Eagle Island way in the back.

Open ice.

When we got back to the beach Shannon was so excited, she made a snow angel.

Preparation.

Implementation.

Or, well, she tried to, anyway. Turns out that the snow on the beach was pretty hard, too.

Result.

And so, we made it back to Meyers Beach, and survived our epic journey to the ice caves without encountering icy death. Huzzah.

Beach at the starting point.

(Thanks to Shannon for some of the pictures, and for enduring me singing "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" all afternoon. Now that's bravery.)