Archive for May, 2008

LaPrele Park, By My Parents’ House, On the Way to Thayer Elementary School

Antelope on East Side of LaPrele Park (Note the characteristic heart-shaped bum!)

Close-Up of Antelope

Spring Creek, Facing Eastward, in LaPrele Park

Spring Creek, Opposite Direction

Huck Finn Pond, LaPrele Park

Oddfellows and Where the Old Drugstore (Center Pharmacy) Used to Be

Old Insurance Building (University of Wyoming Football Stadium in Background)

The Old Bandshell in Washington Park

Stretch of Road and Field Behind My Parents’ House Leading Out to the Highway

Electricity Station Behind My Parent’s House

More Electricity (Now try saying it all Twin Peaks-y/David Lynch-y – “Eleccctrrriciteeeeeeeeee!”)

Laramie Water Tower = Old Timey High School Make-Out Spot

Water Tower, With Antelope

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The Rotary Dial Phone Has a Bandage (or is it a Diaper?) Made of Masking Tape!

A Mysterious Collection of Plastic Caps Atop the Arthritic Refrigerator which Makes Strange Noises and Which, My Parents Keep Pointing Out with Weird Glee, is Older Than I Am!

Note on the Cupboards by the Stove


Dining Room

Living Room

My Old Bedroom, Which Has Since Been INVADED by Hoarding Geriatric Aliens, and Which I am FORBIDDEN to Enter – FYI: Am Going Straight to Hell for Posting this on the Internets

More of Artichoke Heart as a Wee Thistle

View from the Back Porch (I used to spy on our neighbors with my pirate’s telescope – the guy in this house liked to walk around at night in his underwear!)

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First it rained, then it hailed, then the electricity went out for about ten hours, and then there were tornadoes. Finally, it snowed.

From Top of Train Bridge – Downtown to West Laramie, in Approaching Storm

By Popular Request, Images from Prexy’s Pasture – University of Wyoming Campus

Spring Creek, La Prele Park – Down the Street from My Parents’ House

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Storm Over Railroad Bridge, Laramie, Wyoming

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in Laramie, Wyoming, while I wait out this overly dramatic thunderstorm rolling in over the Snowy Range.

Lincoln Monument – Outside Laramie

Classroom Building – University of Wyoming Campus

Mosaics inside Classroom Building – University of Wyoming Campus

Be True to Your School?

Images from Happy Jack Road Between Laramie and Cheyenne

Nanking Cherry Trees in Bloom in My Parents’ Backyard

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Split Rock Pine on I-80, Heading into Laramie

House Where I Grew Up

Street Where I Grew Up

Downtown Laramie, Wyoming

Thayer Elementary School — My First School

Antelope Outside My House on the Way to Elementary School

Views from Wal-Mart Parking Lot in Laramie, Wyoming

Artichoke Heart as a Wee Thistle

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Today I will drive across Nebraska. All of Nebraska. All of big, square, hallucination-inducingly endless Nebraska with all of its corn. Nebraska has a scary amount of corn. If all goes well I’ll be in Laramie by tonight. I’ll try and update when I can get to a Wi Fi source, but plan to do some Moblogging in the interim.

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I am joyous to tell you that one million, five hundred thousand calamata olives are ready for deposit in a Peruvian cave marked by a crop circle of silently humming signifiers.

Fruit bats anxiously await your transmission of authorization via sonar and will alert the appropriate algorhythyms to initiate the transfer of importunities.

Your most urgent reply, wrinkled in brine, is desired.

For I have looked upon your profile and wondered: Who is this dreaming axolotl? This squash-court Jezebel? How could this Haz-Mat honey come to be?

For I am a most sincere exiled princess of a defunct thumbtack empire, in need of thong laundering and a Visa Gold card. Or no . . . for I am a kidnapped prince held hostage by the narrative feed of a Tasmanian novel cartel. Or no . . . for I am a roller derby queen on the skids. Or no . . . for I am [just tell me who you want me to be].

Do you wish for the increased omniscience created by a full head of cabbage? Do you wish to meet available Winnebagos in your hometown of Mandan, North Dakota? Do you ever wish for a larger turkey baster?

I will most anxiously await your Yield sign. I will not blink until I hear from you. I will hold my breath like an eager cup full of jangling quarters in a smoke-filled room.

Hurry! You have won the nunnery! The pottery! The cutlery!

Hurry! Time is running out.

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