White Noise Syndrome

June 30, 2010

posted by caroline picard

based on a post by Katy Keefe.

According to recent reports, a curious epidemic has been spreading through  pre-teens in America. By some coincidence, all victims reside in American skyscrapers, where they began complaining of a “ringing in their ears.” Since that first sleugh of complaints over 100 million teens have ended up in Emergency Rooms across the country. While unclear what the cause, victims are discovered with a delicate white mucus around the periperal lobes of the aural lobe. They are unresponsive to sound and lose their appetite. While most experts believe the disease to result from a highly controled audio environement, one dominated by air-conditioning, refrigerator and excercise machines, there is a trendy rumor which attributes these deaths to a single mad scientist, sending suprahigh pitch soundwaves through the air, from a high mountian lair. While neither hypothesis has been supported with concrete evidence, the Mad Scientist Theory only points to the overall mystery of this condition.

posted by caroline picard

What follows is an excerpt from a lovely little book, put out by NY’s amazing Ugly Duckling Press–the one with the letterpress, yes that’s right they print a number of books by hand and they resonate with the near-impossible combination of crisp perfection and hand made character. You can tell, I am a fan, yes? This particular book, The Selected Poems of Hamster was written by Carlos Blackburn and published in 2008.


Small Mysteries.

The acyclical flux

of piss-smell,

The newspaper of the


The edge of this place.

Drunk on the fumes

of a new bed of cedar chips

I zigzag to the salt-lick.


Knocking things over

I K.O. this I

K.O. that

there are not enough things in here.


A plant has started

to peek at us

from around a corner.

Digging down

to the paper,

stirring a pot

with my face.

Dust of radio chatter;

the ballgame.

I can eat forever.


The voracious

imagination does nothing

with the earthen bowl

or the pellets.

And I found this image

June 29, 2010

posted by Caroline Picard

I found this book, cover torn, pages still uncut, save for those places where they were attempted with a hand and torn irregularly. It’s from the American Anthropological Association. It looks to be some sort of anthropological memoir. In any case, some of the paragraphs strike me as curious little poems. For instance….

Excerpt from

Notes on Reindeer Nomadism

by Gudmund Hatt

Interesting as this fact is, illustrating the uniformity of reindeer nomadism, we must not forget that not all reindeer nomads use the reindeer for draught…

Typical reindeer drivers are the Lapp, Samoyed, Ostyak, Vogul, Koryak, and Chukchi. Typical reindeer riders are the Soyot, Karagas, and Tungus. Both reindeer riding (in summer) and reindeer driving (in winter) are practices by some northern Tungusians, the riendeer breeding Yakut, the Yukaghir, and even by a few Chukchi and Koryak who live in close proximity to the Tungus.

Accordingly, reindeer riding and reindeer driving have their areas of distribution partly overlapping, yet quite distinct. The are of reindeer riding thrusts wedge-shaped into the area of reindeer driving. This peculiar form of distribution gives support to the opinion set forth on historical grounds by Laufer (p. 118), that reindeer driving is an older form than reindeer riding.

That reindeer riding was first practiced by ” a tribe that had gained some experience with horses” (Laufer, p. 140) is confirmed by the fact mentioned above that the reindeer saddle bears a fundamental similarity to the horse saddle of the Altai people. The question lies close at hand:

Amos Paul Kennedy, Jr.

June 29, 2010

posted by Heather McShane

Amos is one of the characters I’ve met while at Ox-Bow this summer. There’s a whole documentary about him. Here’s a clip:

posted by caroline picard

It’s posted on the parlor website, which is great and awesome and rad.

Check it out by going here!

Letting Collections Go

June 28, 2010

posted by Caroline Picard

I’m not sure why I started thinking about meat in cans and why thinking about meat in cans made me collect them but, as an absent-minded collector, this is the extent of my collection–what more or less consisted of two cans of spam and a package of sardines. That modest beginning was then added to by friends (see “success comes in cans not cannots” and government issue “beef with juices”) where they took up a mantel on top of a very large half-working fridge. Years and a new fridge later, I’m releasing the meats back into the wild. In commemoration of the time we’ve spent together, I’ve posted the following images.

I especially like all the accumulated dust and cobwebs….

These sugar packets, while not being meat or can oriented, nevertheless wield a projected, nostalgic residue for me. I found these and several others like them in a tupperwear box. I believe they were saved by my parents and it’s likely for that reason (and their design) that I kept them so long. The exterior paper on many of these sugar cubes is totally stained and sticky with melted sugar. An affect that, for some reason, I found endearing.