alone time

Oh, to be tucked away in some forsaken wintry pocket of seclusion, a man and his hands and determination, gone from it all.  Alone with the wilder things, at peace with the ice-kissed ether, lost from the maddening crowd.  And as the world slipped further into its oblivion, I would be out there, living, with not a concern for their wretched thoughts or movements. Civilization is but a bittersweet reminiscence as the days stretch on in the silent splendor of the hinterlands—away from them all.

I may take up carpentry yet!

over easy

In this remarkable local Baltimore television profile from 1978, which attempts to summarize Edith Massey's strange claim to stardom, we get a rare and intimate glimpse into the life and work of one of John Water's most indelible early trademarks. Hailed here as the "queen of punk rock" and "queen of the underground", she is likewise lauded "the most universally loved figure in Baltimore since Brooks Robinson". As is apparent below, it all couldn't have happened to a nicer woman.  All hail the Egg Lady!