“Pahster Tracks” is the fourth chapter in The Gaytheist Gospel Hour‘s seven part series “On Wisconsin.”
A picnic table is set up behind the Nature Center, and it is outfitted for some serious crafting: buckets of water, plastic cups and spoons, a bag of plaster of paris, dozens of pre-cut sheets of wax paper—all of it in regimented clusters atop a plastic table cloth. The business of the day here is the manufacture of plaster cast animal tracks, but what is really being created here is a brand new word for the Midwestern camping lexicon.
The Nature Center employee who presides over the activity is a woman in her late-middle age. She wears an official-looking green polo with the Nature Center logo embroidered like a badge over her heart. The polo makes it easy to see her as a productive retiree or a go-getter grandma, but the effect is ruined by her photosensitive glasses, which have malfunctioned to complete darkness in the shade of the overhanging canopy. The glasses lend her an odd, subversive anonymity, like an incognito hipster or possibly a criminal. (more…)
“Ma! Where My Cheetos?”: A Photo Essay For The Ages
July 9, 2013Harken unto the soul’s voice and seek out thine Cheetos! (And check out these scandalous shades! I found them under a picnic bench!)
I was picnicking on the beach of Devil’s Lake, crowded among hundreds of other bologna al fresco enthusiasts, when I was suddenly reminded of these words of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: “The human voice is the organ of the soul.” I heard so many souls that balmy July afternoon: souls laughing, souls commenting on the weather, souls engaging in vicious gossip. But one soul rang out above the din, the soul of a husky young man in his late teens clad in an improbably thuggish-looking Mickey Mouse tank top and trunks ensemble. The soul of this young man boomed with a compelling urgency that spoke for all souls. “Ma!” cried the soul, “Where my Cheetos?” And in that moment, I was thunderstruck by the realization that I had NO IDEA “where my Cheetos”, either. (more…)
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