Carved your name across three counties, ground it in with bloody hides, their broken necks will line the ditch, till you stop it...stop this madness

I've had Neko Case's 'This Tornado Loves You' stuck in my head for the past week or so. I always thought the lyrics were called your name across three counties, not carved. I think it works either way, but lately the lyrics have reminded me of this photograph my friend's father took:

The photo and song inspired the beginnings of a poem:

Let's be God or a V of geese, and look down
at the wake of a tornado and see if anything
was written in the path of its destruction.

I'm one of those music listeners who constantly listens to the same set of songs for weeks, and sometimes I think I see connections between songs and images, and sometimes songs and stories. I think I want write about those connections, but I fear they only make sense in my head.

Last Wednesday I rode down with a friend to the lake to watch the fireworks and we stopped and took this shot:

There were no Frankenstein cars across the street (A man in one of my workshops wrote a story about this exact factory/shop and how in the parking lot across the street there were half Buicks, Half Cadillacs and other creations, molded and welded together.

It was such a cool night, and it is nice to stand in this doorway and feel your face become flushed and your arm hairs tinge.

I just listened to the new Beirut album, Rip Tide. It felt vintage Beirut, but over so quickly. I wanted more. I always struggled to evaluate an album until I've listened to it both through headphones and speakers.

I've been burning through Mad Men lately; I'm almost a third of the way into the third season. I has gotten each season. Still, after watching the last 2 episodes of Breaking Bad, shit is going to hit the fan and in a fashion that I believe will always trump Mad Men.