It’s been a minute since something’s taken my breath away like learning about the Chicxulub crater and seeing the perfect, semicircular ring of cenotes marking its border on maps.

I made hand embroidered wearables featuring lyrics from the Mountain Goats. Now they’re up for auction on eBay, with all proceeds benefiting the Young Center for Immigrant Children’s Rights! You have 7 days left to get in on this action. ebay.us/m/ww1gyt @themountaingoats.bsky.social

*fondly reminisces about waking up every 2 hours a couple nights ago*

"What a joy walking is. All the cares of life, all the hopeless, inept fuckwits that God has strewn along the Bill Bryson Highway of Life suddenly seem far away and harmless, and the world becomes tranquil and welcoming and good.” ― Bill Bryson, “The Road to Little Dribbling”

Tonight will live in infamy as the night I accurately identified a Hollywood dog. “Queenie” from The ‘Burbs was later “Precious” in Silence of the Lambs! The gasp I gasped when I IMDBed that dog and found out that I was right.

Grateful for tonight’s surreally beautiful sky.

She has aged terrifyingly.

Just a quick q.

The most important question before me now, as it is every time I land in New Orleans: what to eat first?

“6-7,” little voices chirped back and forth, sing-songily, as I walked past a reading nook. You know teen slang has jumped the shark when you hear 4-year olds saying it to each other at the library.

At least the irony of using ice for bruises caused by slipping and falling on ice is not lost on me.

I can’t believe how stupid everything is

If reading the June chapter of John Darnielle’s “This Year” doesn’t leave your heart cracked wide open, I don’t think we can be friends. @themountaingoats.bsky.social

👏👏👏 May we all be less ignorant and transformed by our reading experiences in the coming year.

Some days require creative profanity. Please drop some here.

What album did you jam out to as a very young child? Mine was Asia’s “Alpha.”

My dad died 22 years ago. I remember him calling me in early November, sounding, for the first time in so many years, completely clear, intelligent, and sober. He told me he had quit drinking for good this time. I didn’t believe him, but he sounded so different that I was curious.

I see a bear reclining against a tree. What about you? #ice

I like to pretend that I’m lazy and don’t care, but really, it’s that I only want to try hard with things that actually matter.

I exercised two days in a row and can feel every muscle in my body. I hate it.

I literally never registered the other car in this shot. I kinda wish the other car had been used. Ferris Bueller’s Impudently Youthful Day Off. Awooooooooga!

New graffiti idea: For a good time, call Serotonin.

Me, reassuring a kid at the library about a centipede: Oh, y’know what? He’s a really good hunter who keeps other bugs out! See? He’s going away to hide. He won’t hurt us. Me, with a centipede in my house: Yeet yourself back to hell, demon spawn!

Raise a glass to hope!

You’re on the surface of the moon. Earth slowly rises from the star-filled horizon. All the while, David Byrne’s rich, sonorous voice is singing “Heaven.” This is the opening number of the Who Is The Sky tour, and is easily one of the most beautiful performances I’ve ever witnessed. #DavidByrne

Sometimes, I get to witness folks finding out everything their public library can do for them. Their level of astonishment and joy is magical. And then I remember that yes—what public libraries do is actually incredible. #librarian #libraries #intellectualfreedom #everydaymagic

When I came upon this sad little fellow at the Milwaukee Art Museum, I heard John Flansburgh sing “TIME…..IS MARCHING ON. AND TIME…IS STILL MARCHING ON.” @tmbg.bsky.social

Guaranteed moneymaking idea: A daily “get ready with me” video, but it’s just the exact same 5-minute hair and makeup routine as I listen to Slayer.

A sunflower in dramatic lighting almost looks unreal. So imposing and fuzzy. #flowers #sunflowers #night #nighttime

Byeeeeeeeeee

I was headed off to do a cardio workout when I slipped and fell down the stairs. Apparently, I will do ANYTHING to get out of exercising.

Is there anything better than UW-Madison’s Union Terrace on a 68-degree evening at sunset? What a joy to be in one of my favorite places on such a beautiful night.

Bribery is nothing to get all Ruffled up about. I’ll show myself out.

All he needs is a tiny gun on each wing and he’s the star of an avian action movie. Die Card?

*through a dissolving throat* Worth it.

We do what we have to do to keep the ancient ones at bay.

The only way I know how.

How is it possible for my cat to be simultaneously the biggest-bravest and the tiny-babiest?

Don’t call me names, Pinterest.

Don’t pass up the Gouda Experience. It’s so edam good.

Nobody’s gonna enjoy this, least of all us.

Personally, I’m going for the flail studs.

Family lore has it that, when I was a baby, my dad would set up speakers around my crib and blast Black Sabbath as I slept. One of my most prized possessions is Black Sabbath’s Vol. 4 on vinyl, signed by Ozzy. Rest easy, you absolute legend. #ozzyosbourne #blacksabbath

“It’s also full of spiders.” - My husband

“One (1) brain that believes that everyone is thinking about you and, simultaneously, that no one ever has.” *chef’s kiss*

Ope!

I hurt the left side of my neck by using a massage ball on my right shoulder. Why are the ravages of age so dumb?

This explains so much.