Yup. I seen it all with my own two eyes. Laser beams cut clear through some kinda colored something. (Hi JSTK!)

And then there was this picture cut out of copper and she rolled a giant can over it and it pressed the picture right there into the book. She called it letterpress but it looked more like a torture-table. (Hi Wingnut Advertising!)

My kitchen faucet broke (again) and as I crouched on the patio with the garden hose and plastic scrubby, my mind wandered to faraway lands. Specifically, Wanamingo, Minnesota. Oh, Wanamingo! Has anyone written an ode to thee? I was in Wanamingo today and overheard this "conversation" between a mother and child at the 60 Stop Gas Station: Child: "I  want eggs for breakfast." Mother: " You can't get everything you want. I wanted flowers for Mother's Day and I got nuthin'!" Oh, well. The REAL Wanamingo is full of chickens, barn cats, fictional alpacas and acres of hard-working folk that build chicken coops and excavate pig cemeteries - just for fun. These people walk around with just a hint of a smile, a smile that says, "I chop the logs to heat my house. I know how to grow potatoes. I know the difference between bush beans and pole beans." They also spend the Winter trying not to recreate a scene from The Shining. I'M JUST SAYING. Okay, so maybe  I don't have what it takes to step off the grid and live like Ma Kettle. Maybe the closest I get to feeling the heartland is living with a broken faucet. Fetching water for cooking makes me feel like a barbarian.  In between all my water fetching I made this :

It's gonna be BIG people. BIG.