Going through the mess that this summer made on my desktop, several photos floated through from our various travels…

Gloucester, Massachusetts is a strikingly beautiful seaside… deeply affected by humanity’s incredible ability to shit where it eats. When I was a kid I would spend hours playing in the tide pools here, poking star fish and sea annenamies, digging wherever the sand bubbled for clams, and chasing crabs as they scuttled about. Now it’s 15 years later, and everywhere is completely lifeless. Oh, except for brown, goopy algae, and a proliferation of humans in motorboats. But, hey; look! It’s still beautiful… right?

We recently squashed a Norse Warrior uprising at the local Nordic skiing fundraiser… it was found that they were easily pacified with cookies and apple juice.

The Teton Nordic Club is a nonprofit organization that provides after-school nordic skiing programs for kids…

This year, if the board of directors gets their $#*% together, we’re mixing it up a little with some Norse Mythology rebranding, from visual identity to general rediculously-coolness, like the FIERCE FACE CONTEST, which resulted in an awesomely mean-looking little warrior getting a prize package and a picture in the local newspaper.

Volunteer work is fun, as long as you can play with it and have fun!

Kelley and I are caretaking my family’s vacation rental place in the Adirondack Park near Sacandaga Lake in upstate New York this summer.

Akwissasne, as it’s called, is a small Great Camp that was built by my great-grandfather in the 1920s. He used it as an escape from the city where he and his friends could hunt, fish, and relax. My mom grew up there, and when I came about we’d drive across the country for a couple weeks of lakeside vacation each summer.

I’ve had some fun working on propaganda. I’ll get the website done sooner or later; for now check out our brochure at www.akwissasne.com/Brochure-Web.pdf if you’re interested!

While we were in NYC, we ventured forth to an old family friend’s bakery on 5th Ave and Bergen St., near Atlantic Station in Brooklyn… Blue Sky Bakery – Google Maps

Holy North Dakotan cow, do they make incredible muffins! We had a chocolate banana muffin, a blackberry nectarine muffin, and a whopping glass of milk. The muffins were perfect – totally nutritious tasting, with just enough sweetness, and big, gooey balls of delicious fruit on the inside. An excellent breakfast, and a great atmosphere to chill out, chat, and read a newspaper. Just like any other review you’ll read, they’re highly recommended!!!

Check Blue Sky Bakery out online, www.blueskybakery.net

Kelley and I crashed our cousin’s apartment in Brooklyn and did the big tourist thing last weekend. It was much fun; Times Square, Broadway, the Empire State building, Central Park, Museum of Modern Art, Wall Street… we just about dun did it all. I was also given the chance to peek into the advertising agencies The Ito Partnership and Anomaly – a couple of cool, creative places. Highlights were Monty Python’s Spamalot on Broadway and an incredible orchestra/film show in Prospect Park, Philip Glass – Powaqqatsi.

On our speedster journey from our home base in Teton Valley to my family’s place in the Adirondack Park in New York, Kelley and I saw many neat (albeit blurry) sights. We took the northern-most highway in the US and crossed into Ontario, Canada before dropping back down into New York.

We busted out the camera in North Dakota, to begin documenting the evidence…

Thus hast formed, the archetype for woes of wow to come. The cornerstone has been laid for a zoo of zany theatrics; a modern ode to the tumultuous observations on the haphazards of life, living, and, in general, being alive. This is that, for which “what?” will lapse.