The Cult of Brandon

boniverotica:

I’m working in the garden with a friend, our knees black from the rich soil I’ve cultivated for years. Bon Iver keeps running down from the house to deliver strawberry lemonade, sunscreen, little picnicky snacks and compliments, and eventually I ask if he’d like to join us.

‘Thank you, but I have too many things to do,’ he says. ‘I need to bring you parasols and cakes, and sharpen your trowels, and I’m writing a new song to make the peas sweet and the sunflowers tall!’

Apparently Amber is now my Bon Iver.

wtfevolution:

Seems like everyone could use a hug this week. Good thing evolution gave the blue-ringed octopus all those arms. 

(Disclaimer: The blue-ringed octopus is venomous. Please do not actually attempt to hug one.)

Eight poisonous arms to hold you tight.

boniverotica:

The spring sunshine revs up Bon Iver like an engine. By the time I put the coffee on he’s made the rounds through the pastures, replaced a broken salt lick, practiced his bird calls, dug a post hole, climbed up on the roof to observe a suspicious dust cloud, and written me a love note and tucked it into my apron.

After breakfast he is fast asleep on the rug with jelly in his beard, a hammer in his hand.

Aww, look Amber, I’m Bon Iver.

boniverotica:

Joyous day! Two of our heritage chicks have hatched. Bon Iver dithers about names and finally settles on honoring his favorite public radio reporters.

Audie Cornish, a ridiculous creature whose head pokes out of what looks like a sixteenth-century ruff, asserts herself by pecking Bon Iver’s cheek. Ira Glass just likes to sleep under the heat lamp.

NPR ftw!

nprmusic:

nprfreshair:

Good morning! What if famous records were not records but books? These Record Books by graphic designer Christophe Gowans imagine that world and it’s weird but also fun.

(I’m pretty sure I had a book that looked exactly like the one above as a kid.-Nell)

HT Dangerous Minds

The pulpy Blood on the Tracks kills me. —Lars

nprmusic:

cheatsheet:

entertainmentweekly:

world-shaker:

I love Jeopardy.

Wait, why isn’t everyone talking about this?

Ha, I thought it was just one category! 

I’m a little concerned with the “Yeah, We Went There” category. —Lars

Excellent…

dear-photograph:

Thinking of you Newtown.
Hug someone today.