Friday, August 04, 2006
Friday Grotesque Blogging, Part 2

Ugh -- I've been having bad dreams lately. Last night was the third in a row.

I dreamed that I was here, at home, fairly late at night, and decided that I needed to go get something. So I got in my car and headed off down the driveway. Just as I pulled out onto the road, I caught a glimpse of a woman walking along the shoulder further up, but sort of lurching and staggering. As I got near the intersection, I saw two men carrying knapsacks and shotguns walking just on the edge of the woods near the road; they stopped and stared at me.

As I got to the intersection, it occurred to me that I didn't actually need to go get anything at all, or nothing that couldn't wait until the next day, so I decided to turn around and go back home. But as I drove through the intersection, I saw an enormous amount of light and a column of smoke at another intersection up the road -- space was somewhat distorted in this dream, but I knew it was the intersection where I'd had my car accident a few years ago, and I figured there must have been another, much, much worse wreck. I could see the silhouettes of people standing around whatever it was that was so brightly lit, and then I realized that there was stuff falling from the sky. It looked like big, feathery clumps of snow, but since it was summer that was impossible. It was, in fact, ash.

And that's when I realized that something very bad had happened. I found myself driving past the local fire station, and behind the building on an empty lot there were hundreds of people gathered. A lot of them looked hurt, and the rest looked afraid. It looked like a refugee camp, though I knew they were all locals. I started looking for a place to turn around, but got lost inside the neighborhood behind the station. And the last thing I remember is hearing on the radio that something was passing directly overhead, and that it was the source of whatever was happening, but I could never quite catch what it was. But the implication was that it was causing enormous destruction everywhere, and there wasn't anything we could do to save ourselves.

So basically it was an apocalyptic dream. I'm still feeling a little unnerved.

Anyway, I've only got one link today, but I think it's a damn good one. I've wasted a respectable amount of time on these pages.

Here's an amazing selection of pictures of people at fairs and carnivals. Not pictures of carnies and freaks, mind you, but pictures of fairgoers. Admittedly sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. The easiest response is to laugh -- and a lot of these people are laughable. But many of them are also rather beautiful in their own flawed ways. There's something very humane about these photographs. This is some great stuff.














Ain't that America, indeed. These are some of the most inspiring images I've seen in years.

(Clicking on the pictures on the main page will take you to further galleries, so don't stop too soon.)

PS: Oh, all right, just one more link, but only because it's so unfeasibly fun: Pipecleaner Dance III
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