Dung Beetle Polka

So my daylist is earnest indie sad girl carnival oatmeal Sunday and meanwhile advertised to me is a sweatshirt with a blue heron in a beanie that I trip over myself to order, and the throughline is a polka for this dung beetle plucking up the detritus of the human race (one two) patting it … More Dung Beetle Polka

Uneasy Welkin, Sunday Preach (Or, the AI Algorithm Jumps the Creek)

I. Pareidolia From far out, it appears to be art, but up close you see the ruse, the picnickers in the glade in Waiting for the Bride have no faces, or melted faces, and the Lost Horse has hind quarters that are really tree limbs, bent, and really there is no horse at all. Overwhelmed … More Uneasy Welkin, Sunday Preach (Or, the AI Algorithm Jumps the Creek)