the last arrow in my quiver of whimsy

so i learned over the weekend that my dad's mother's grandmother was a full-blooded ojibwe. so ~3% of my dna is ojibwe. it feels good, knowing this now, yet i wonder whether i might unconsciously have known it all along.



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sometimes i go about pitying myself
and all the while i am being carried across the sky
by beautiful clouds.

happy birthday to john crowley (1942) (the real deal, not one of his many alter-egos)




incidentally also deathday to aleister crowley (1947)

this one in the style of jules verne

girl talk has a new album out.

what, you mean to say you of all people have never heard of girl talk?

i think this merits revocation of your license to bricoler.