by CC Elder, Bellingham It’s a fringe society action really. We’re just filling in the gaps. Shoving a bulbous teardrop into the dark. I consider it an act of reclamation. Reclaiming a little piece of something. Never sure what it is we’re reclaiming, but we’re reclaiming it anyways. One of our flagship sites is a [...]
November 20, 2009
photos and text by Caleb McBee The awe and wonder you feel when you spot your first wild Pacific Golden Chanterelle is staggering. Like a golden flash snapping you out of a dream. Your heart pounds with excitement as you kneel down besides your precious find. My first find luckily was a beautiful large fully [...]
November 18, 2009
by Daniel Emmerson, Poland photo by Haley Petersen Today I took part in a truly remarkable tradition that brought together local Polish communities and put smiles on the faces of all who attended. It was a gathering of both social spirit and local collaboration to a most exciting and humble degree. I am one of [...]
November 15, 2009
Caroline McCarty Have you ever wondered what the white part of your eyes is called? It’s called the sclera. And it seems to be teaching us magnitudes about ourselves and our past as an evolving race. As humans, we have the biggest ratio of visible sclera to iris compared to all other primates. It is [...]
November 10, 2009
An anonymous and educational love letter forwarded from Cape Town with photos of Hira Lesea’s sweet blue bike in Northern Italy This might come in handy Daisy Miller, Did you know during the Second Boer War, a Boer force attempting to sneak up on the Royal Canadian Dragoons was defeated after their movements startled the [...]
November 7, 2009
Photo by David Manzanares Poem by Sarah A. Kulla, High Con Bajio Office The thought crossed my mind, as my mind crossed my thoughts I felt double crossed! Sometimes I think about the things I would write if I were a writer. Long stories, pages swelling, emotions concieved and released. I haven’t written in years. [...]
November 3, 2009
Sure he played drums In a punk band called oh, I forget And lived in Seattle’s Punkin’ House (Cause it was painted orange And punk bands you never heard of And probably never will) Traveled from Portland To entertain transient vegans Drunk on Kool-Aid so fair trade They reasoned how to live in a house Infected with rats
November 24, 2009