rik-rat corn pile

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

This is the closest I've ever been to an owl. I wish it was in a tree and breathing.

Monday, August 30, 2010

my two states.

trip home.

With advertisement like this, who needs a website? Lets see if their web page works http://www.railmerchants.net/

Friday, August 27, 2010

just a reminder.

I'm pretty sure we are all scientists.

Brook and Waxing

pray hard like a pious pope
but hope for no diamonds
if some divine simon spoke
or came down to find us
caught here in our lab coats
but without a science
would we see light
oh i might decidewhile i'm alive i'll feel alive
and what's next i guess i'll know when i've
gotten there

-why? alopecia

Thursday, August 26, 2010


I feel very close to you right now. blargh.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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Friday, August 20, 2010

the birds are eating.

Great Blue Heron are spearfishing along roadsides by the DesMoines River. The flood water is retreating and carp are stuck in stagnant pools of crummy sludge water. Heron are spearing fish like crazy.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

triceratops aren't real?

So...there's some kind of dinosaur controversy going on. I'm not pleased with the situation.

You can tell from my cheesy ass grin (in the photograph below) that I'm a big fan of the triceratops (arius...not so much). I like almost everything about triceratops. I like their gigantic heads, their meaty thighs, how they stand on four legs, i like their stupid toes, I like the way they look. The only thing I don't like about the triceratops is Sarah from "The Land Before Time." She sucks.

Some scientists are trying to say that the triceratops is merely an immature toroceratops. Buuuut, other scientists say that the triceratops was discovered before the toroceratops making the toroceratops the adult version of the triceratops...(this word becomes less and less real sounding every time i type it...tri-cera-tops).

Here's some links, follow the link's link and make your own decision.

*wow, a fuckin' triceratops in Cave City! Let's take a cheesy ass picture.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


from the flood

caught on the bank. photographed in the passenger seat.

Monday, August 16, 2010

This is a Real Rabbit.

This is Bears the rabbit.

Friday, August 13, 2010

give me your hotdog.

This bird looks like a sealgull mixed with a finch or something. I wonder if they'd harrass you at a tiny beach.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

mexican cardinal.

this mexican cardinal was a cage captive in the 1950's.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


from an archaic book about finches...thanks, Rachel.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

who knew?

An authentic sentence from a 1960's time life book. Reading is cool.

Monday, August 9, 2010


(olaf's blog dragon!)

People should stare at their feet more often.

if i hadn't look at my feet I would have missed seeing bobcat tracks and small spider. I could have even KILLED the spider with my gigantic human foot. I've been told killing spiders is bad fuckin' luck...and who needs that?

Friday, August 6, 2010

hey. have a weekend.


a pinkish hue
is floating down
a rocky, craggy creek.

devoid of fur
and lacking breath.

a floating mass of little death.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

the salty tree frogs.

This is a grey tree frog. My friend, Heather found him. He was dry from the 90 degree temperature. Heather rehydrated his skin with room temperature bottled water and named him Dennis for good luck. Her family released Dennis into their backyard where he probably took up recidence in a nearby tree.
this guy was found in a cornfield and given to me. a perfect gift. it's a tree frog that died in the sun and baked on sandy earth for awhile. He is perfectly dehydrated, just like a little egyptian mummy. I keep him in salt as a precaution, its humid in Iowa and he could re-rot. His eye looks like a piece of amber, very strange.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

the mascot of southern iowa

I see rat terriers everywhere. Folks around here use the canines for hunting and vermin control. Because I grew up in Oak Park, Illinois, the idea of using a dog as a tool is foreign to me. Dogs in Oak Park were mostly just morbidly obese and unpleasant. Rat terrier dogs don't fuck around. They are svelte, awesome, and multi-functional.
Vermin control, you got it. A hunting partner, you got it. Do they smell horrible?, yes, but I've been told that's the sign of a good rat terrier. Why? I have absolutly no idea!
I see them running feral or running hard through ditches on the side of the road everyday and these scrappy little shit for brains have earned a special place in my cold, cold heart.
Here's to you, Rat Terrier *chugs a beer*

Monday, August 2, 2010