enough fireflies to read by

I haven't listened to so much music lately. It was a good long bit where music became some sort of thing that I could nibble at in passing and be confident and cool enough in my own mind to know what is cool enough to know about. I have, however, realized that my ears have cottoned to some sort of affiliation with the minute and everyday (mine-oot). Maybe I'm aging along with cheese but the strength of images the last handful of days has only been bolstered by the closeness with which they skirt the mundane: has my own irony (sarcasm being the central joy of self-pity) eaten its own tail finally to where I can relax in saying that 'everything about it is so bad, and I love it.' Sometimes I see signs of wear on industrial push-carts and think that I could hang that on a wall and sell it for multiple thousands of dollars because people are silly sometimes and its fucking beautiful. I work all day in a room so much more full of white noise than you could imagine; I can hear the absence of it.
Apparently, the Celtic armies around 2-300 AD would have these trumpet players, and these trumpet players played a thing called a carnyx. A carnyx (I'm not even going to try to pluralize that) went six feet straight up in the air and was traditionally topped with an animal head. They remind me of how annoying I find vuvuzelas to be; it's hard enough for me to watch sports, but the tone of that drone something something bones.

OK. This is smut and I know its smut, but its gorgeous smut. OK.


In my dreams you sleep in a cave that has photoluminescent fungi.

Categorizing people has historically led to aspirations of eugenics, but that doesn't mean I don't do it on the red line.


I can't help but post cutaways maps and eploded views of things. It's a little too much like advertising because that;s what it is but at least some of the pictures are cool.


Circuitously, in that vein; Islamic medical scripts.


I'm going to buy one of these.


Japanese Monsters!


These remind me of muscle striations.


I've long been blessed with dreams of floating and flying.


Banknote Jewellery has been sitting and sitting in my list of links and everytime I read it I would pronounce it silently as jewellery as opposed to jewelry; there you go. This picture's not that, but I like it.


I can't begin to comprehend the unbridled glee with which I would dig into a crate of this.


I'd forgotten that I'd had a dozen of these as a child and treasured them.



and these as well too boot.

this picture doesn't link to anything, but you know what it means.