This was his fifth trip north, to the Canadian Arctic. A certain segment of the public was wild for his warm, funny films about the Innu people there. And the big fur company, Northland Trading, was happy to bankroll his efforts. But there was another reason he spent so much time with the Innu: he was trying to pin their stories down to history; he was trying to track down the ruins of a great northern city. An ancient, hidden city—where the natives said a man could live forever. Of late, he was fixated on it. He spoke to Set constantly about it, his place of safety, his surety. His chance at real immortality. We can leap out of these lives when we find my city, he told Set.

There couldn’t possibly be a city here, Set said. Who would build it?


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Dutch artist Florentijn Hofman created a giant, 82-foot-tall rabbit sculpturetitled Moon Rabbit. The installation, which was created for the Taoyuan Land Art Festival, is currently laying on an old aircraft hangar in Taoyuan, Taiwan at the Dayuan Town Naval Base.

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Dutch artist Florentijn Hofman created a giant, 82-foot-tall rabbit sculpturetitled Moon Rabbit. The installation, which was created for the Taoyuan Land Art Festival, is currently laying on an old aircraft hangar in Taoyuan, Taiwan at the Dayuan Town Naval Base.

When you write first thing in the morning, and then stop writing for the rest of the day, your mind will continue to process thoughts related to your project. Take advantage of that. One of the best ways is to go for a walk alone and without any electronic devices. Use the time to process your thoughts. Think back on what you have written for the day and about what you will do the next day. You may be surprised about the revelations you have about your writing when you are not writing.

Tanya Golash-Boza @ Chronicle Vitae

Bradford Washburn, Negative #52194x5 inch vintage contact printPanopticon Gallery, Boston

Bradford Washburn, Negative #5219
4x5 inch vintage contact print
Panopticon Gallery, Boston

Moon Hooch on NPR Tiny Desk Concert

“If you ask any expert in the field what the single most notable social characteristic of medieval life was they’d probably say the bells. It might sound strange now, but bells pretty much defined the age. They tolled for every occasion – the start of curfew, the end of curfew, the arrival of a dignitary, the prospect of danger. Quiet was an anomaly. Life was a clamour. And now, after several hundred years of relative social calm and tranquillity, we’ve developed the mobile phone which also chimes – and must be allowed to chime – at every available opportunity. But instead of bringing social unity, instead of connecting us more intimately to our social peers and neighbours, it actively divides us, it isolates us, it encourages an atmosphere of merciless self-involvement parading in the guise of spurious conviviality…”
— Nicola Barker, Darkmans
“A line thin as a glass filament runs from Dendermonde to St. Louis. It will resemble a telegraph line. How delicately such things sway in the air that moves them. How they tremble with information. Small city overlooking the Mississippi River, overlooking the century behind it—full of prone bodies and battlefields, acquisitions and the auction block and dolomite. Newly independent city, where industry puts its green shoots out. Overnight, dark red flowers with gilt centers bloom: lead, brass, dog food, and beer. The lines on the map fly over everything, insensible and mute.”

Intro to ‘the local project’ community forest, Jan Alexander

Quinhagak is a village on the west coast of Alaska, where the Quanirtuuq river unbraids and enters the Bering Sea. I’ve been here 2 weeks and it’s starting to feel familiar. There’s something almost Hebridean about it, with the fishing boats drawn up and the fish-drying sheds – though the inland landscape is vast and the Bering Sea surprisingly shallow and calm. It’s a cheerful town, though it looks like a midden until you learn what’s what. Telegraph wires tilt over the streets at crazy angles The houses are prefabs, raised up on stilts so they don’t melt the permafrost beneath. Around every house are 4-wheelers, snow machines, oildrums, puppy dogs, plastic pails, kid’s bikes, outcrops of tundra plants. If a vehicle or shipping container makes it here, it stays – there’s nowhere else for it to go. There are no roads to anywhere. The nearest sizeable town, with stores and a hospital, is a 40 minute flight away across the tundra. Big stuff, like houses and vehicles, arrive by barge in summer.

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Cinema without people: Blue Ruin (2013, Jeremy Saulnier, dir.)
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Cinema without people: Blue Ruin (2013, Jeremy Saulnier, dir.)
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Cinema without people: Blue Ruin (2013, Jeremy Saulnier, dir.)

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Cinema without people: Blue Ruin (2013, Jeremy Saulnier, dir.)