So around November a friend gave me a deer carcass for a project I’m in the process of cultivating. I left it hang in a tree over winter to dry out. Today, I went to take it down…but to my surprise, I found new life forming in the heart of death.
Tag: birbs
Title: Rom Februar november 1911 Errinerungsfestlichkeiten
Artist: Duilio Cambellotti
Date: 1911
Size: 87 cm x 43 cm
Source: Les Arts Decoratifs
The New Yorker, ca. 1935
a good guide to differentiating between a raven and a crow: crows are lovable ragamuffins intent on making mischief while ravens are unsettling dinosaurs
there’s a reason Poe wrote his poem about a raven and not a crow. The crow would not just perch (on a pallid bust of Pallas) above the chamber door and stare menacingly while uttering a few pithy remarks, the crow would barge in with ten of his friends and they would start pulling apart the furnishings looking for food and making off with any objects they found interesting, like fuck nevermore, this dude has BREAD in here.
With these simple tools you, too, can be a pedant about corvids.
Not much makes me think more of your blog than “with these simple tools you, too, can be a pedant about corvids.” As if you needed this post for that.
Oil on Photo – Anja Wülfing.
Windows into a far better universe than our own
we had our first group meeting with all eight of us who share the same thesis committee chair today and she was in the middle of explaining the timeline when I saw a hummingbird hovering outside the conference room window and automatically gasped “HUMMINGBIRD!” aloud and then immediately slapped my hands over my mouth in horror as the professor broke off mid-sentence and everyone spun around in their chairs to look
hire me I disrupt important meetings by pointing out birds
what did these penguins do to the scientists to deserve this
researcher: okay so we’re calling these “african penguins” because it lives in africa
penguin: bites researcher
researcher: hey fucker guess what new idea
A Pretty Taste for Paradox 