If you visit a former speakeasy called the Midway in South Bend, Indiana, Al Capone’s ghost will visit you in your sleep. It will be neither a good omen nor a bad omen. If all a-drunk your shoe you lose, Find some grass in which to snooze You don’t need a student ID to see […]
Author Archives: Eric Tegethoff
I don’t want to tease this too much, but in the next few days I hope to write about my trip up through America. (Split the country like an arrow! like the Mississippi River! like nuclear fission!…Not working?) I’ll at least get to the highlights. The shoe losses, visions of Al Capone, Bonnaroo, etc. In […]
The Topic: Tumbleweeds. The Result: See above. The Tumblr: Right Here.
There is a legend that began to grow across the West’s wind-rolling desert hills—as hostile as they are to life. The legend may be a cooperative work of fate as the old cowboys accepted the death of their Old West and the Native tribes accepted the death of so many things. In some ways, the […]
Hiller Goodspeed, Erin Marranca and I are taking topics weekly (week 1 topic: yesterday) and giving them the attention they need: a 3-page spread in our new zine, Ponderlings. Each week we’re going to make about 20 copies in Portland and Vancouver, BC and display them–prominently and hopefully with large cardboard cut-outs of the three […]
There is a book store in Portland that I frequent with almost alarming frequency. I’m comforted by the fact (or delusion?) that most Portlandians share my obsession with Powell’s. Honestly, I think I know Powell’s three floors, plus that split level that opens onto Couch (pronounced ‘Cooch’…really!) and the coffee shop west of the sci-fi […]
Here are some things I wrote down in my notebook last night–over a beer–and I wanted to share them, for better or worse: Bloating Shapes: post-post-modern techniques for drawing (here I drew a triangle and a square with rounded sides; think triangle/square exploded from inside) She treated him like rain on a rain slicker Birds- […]
I saw/found four perspectives today: 1) A fan that was spinning above and in front of me with a thin post of mirror down the middle that blocked the center but not the fans. In the mirror, another fan was spinning, but in the opposite direction. And the fans tried to find alignment but ended […]
*I am writing this as a continuation of a spiritual and/or religious travel through Portland. At the beginning of Lent I visited a Presbyterian Church and will attend more masses in the future at other denominational churches. I will also try to write about other religious practices, such as the one here about my experience […]
It's a Beautiful Day I Need a Drink 