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my bike was fucking stolen. she's yellow and her name is terry.

For Bud: A Dying Deer

This is what we should do if we accidentally hit an animal with a car and are unable to complete the kill. However, I don't think anyone I know is this brave. Click the title of the post to listen in.

Nitty Gritty: From an audio project I completed last year. This story belongs to my project advisor's brother.

Skies

Dusk to night. Magritte much?

And yes, that makes two (I mean, three) entries about cats. Whatever.

Cats!

Necko and Ralphie.

A Reason Why I Do and Do Not Miss Living With A Cat

I'm house sitting this week and taking care of five (5!) cats. One of them woke me up this morning at 7:20 by licking my elbow because he was hungry. When I opened my eyes, he earnestly meowed at me, if you'll excuse my anthropomorphizing. It was kind of cute I guess.

May's Insect Museum

At May's Insect Museum in South Colorado Springs.

I LIKE lichen.

Up the hill at my neighbor's. Note the giant rock.

Who wants to hear a cuy have its neck snapped?

If the answer is yes, click on the title of this post.

From recordings I made in Peru four years ago. South Americans call them cuy (coo-ee) because, well, that's the sound they make and it makes more sense than guinea pig.

Great Success

Diposable Camera

The beach and José out at Ram Island Farm.

Squirrel Story

Ten years ago, I was racing time trials on bikes with Gena, and I ended up losing because when I was coming down Ashmont Street, a squirrel darted in front of me and I had to swerve to avoid hitting it. The feeling of running over a squirrel's spine with a bike tire, which I have never felt, is what I think about whenever I am biking near squirrels. So today, I cut through Deering Oaks on my way downtown, and these two little squirrels, little teenage squirrels, freak out and make a run across the path. The first one makes it, but the other smacks into my moving tire and then runs alongside it as I'm braking, trying to squeeze underneath the front of it. I ran over its paw, finally stopped myself, and it climbed up a tree. I yelled "Stupid squirrel!" at it for being a stupid squirrel and further traumatized it.

Terry, backpack, and boulevard.

i think if you click this you can listen to what this post is about

my completed assignment for: radio ephemera. it's called "I'd Like to Introduce You to My Mom."