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I must share this with all of you. Quite by accident, I found this huge collection of high res photos from Yellowstone State Park. They are absolutely amazing and completely free, and I have saved so many that my computer threatens to explode. Some of the headings sound boring, but then you click Weather and find gems like this, or you click on Plants, then Carrot Family, and find a picture from underneath a cow-parsnip, all shot through with light. Go, go see!

I was quite pleased with myself the other day. I almost shot a Robin Hood. Just as well it didn’t actually split, those little guys are $6 a piece and I have to make these last for at least another 6 months. I’ve already got one irreparably lost somewhere in the pasture…I need a metal detector. Or a dog.

I always write down the names of people, towns, streets, etc. that I think sound interesting, so I’ve got quite a list going. I was adding a few to it the other day, and I realized why I love kennings so much in Old English literature. Lots of the names I had written down were compound words with a similar feel to kennings, like Greyabbey, Eaglesrest, Applecross, Windson, Youngblood, and Sunderland. So do I like the names because I like kennings, or do I like kennings because I like the names? Hmm.

I’ve been half-heartedly searching for a book I thought I read when I was pretty young about a house with thousands of feral cats. I was *sure* I had read it; I can even picture the cover. It’s that old kind of cover you see on kids’ books where it’s only in 2 or 3 colors, with that distinctive none-too-expensive-old-book-cover texture, if you know what I mean. The picture is of an old, dilapidated house with a big front porch, surrounded by trees on three sides. The front is open, and the ears and back of a cat’s head is in the foreground. The dark trees all around the house are full of shadowy cats and bright eyes looking at the viewer. I’m fairly sure that the cover, at least, is a real cover. But now I’m not so sure the book is a real book, at least the way that I remember it. Cut away for length as I describe another cool and creepy dream.


Afro Celt Sound System (also known simply as the Afro Celts) is one of my new favorite musical adventures. Everyone should check them out!

I have a job, a nice little well-paying, thoroughly air-conditioned job. I like it muchly, and it’s my first real office job, 8 to 4:30, 5 days a week. It makes me feel slightly accomplished and marginally professional!

However, all this work is a wee bit limiting in the area of time. So many things I must do, so few hours in a day… I have a beautiful summer to-do list, and it’s depressing how little I have gotten/am likely to get done on it. However…

I have been reading! Finished up the last two Dune books (still good, but not so good as the rest, and with many more objectionable, skim-worthy parts. For shame, Dune.) and some poetry, then read Princess Academy by Shannon Hale (shut up, a friend recommended it, and it was quite enjoyable) and then Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. I think Siddhartha might be good if one did not have any sort of belief system. However, if you *have* a belief system, any belief system, then…don’t bother. I wasn’t horribly impressed. I’m also reading The Prince of Annun by Evangeline somebody, which is the novelized first branch of the Mabinogion (Welsh mythology, and I’ll just pretend that you didn’t ask). It’s pretty mediocre so far, but we shall see! I’m also reading The Neverending Story by Michael Ende (yes, finally!), and I at least love the guy’s last name. Too soon to tell about the book.

The other night, it was an almost-full moon, and I had my window open to sleep. I kept hearing faint music, and I’d go to the window, and not see anything. It was very eerie and lovely…I fear it was just the neighbors having a party, but I can PRETEND it was the fairies calling me out, can’t I?

And now, I bring thee the best of the innernets!
In the spirit of cats and turtles. I love the expression of absolute refusal to acknowledge the turtle’s existence that is on this cat’s face. Unrequited love is so sad.
I realize I should have some sort of healthy intellectual disdain for this site…but somehow I just can’t, and instead I’m completely addicted.
Now working in an office, I appreciate this vastly more than I would have previously.
Faith was telling me about this. As a result, I went hunting for other tree-houses of this nature.
Some neat pics of same.
And THEN I found out more about pleaching, which is the art of weaving branches to make trees grow in certain shapes.
And it just went from there. I cannot imagine a cooler house than one made out of a tree; I would love that so very much.
10 Most Magnificent Trees in the World
And these were just cool, I don’t know who the person is though. Hope he doesn’t mind me posting his blog all over creation.
This has nothing to do with trees: Remember Hogzilla? You’ve probably all seen this, but they topped the record. That is one big pig.
Faith was telling me about Aeolian wind harps. Listen! Isn’t that amazing? They’re not the tradtional window-set style, but I may like these even better.


You seem to have stumbled upon a storytelling of ravens. Watch for falling collective nouns; you may find a wing of dragons or a charm of hummingbirds caught in your hair. Hardhats are recommended.

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