Erin Bee @erinbee@gorgon.city

I was today years old when I learned that hair ice only forms in the presence of a specific fungus; and that even though that had been the theory for about a hundred years, scientists didn't even identify which one until 2015. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hair_ice

#sporespondence

For the last several months, CeraVe sells out almost immediately wherever it's stocked because TikTok made it highly sought after; and now that I'm running low, the sea shanty trend better also make the red chapped face fishwife look hot.

It's messing me up to think about how powerful pareidolia is because that rock just lay around existing for millions of years before Jim Henson was even born, then some guy cracked it open and everyone just boggled about the miracle of how Cookie Monster's face got in there.

Coat by Jamie Avis, gel pen on silk, 2008. (http://ja-workinglive.blogspot.com/2012/04/client-brief-fashion-collaboration.html?m=1)

I miss going to pizza-by-the-slice joints and choosing two different types of pizza to eat while they're still hot.

"I miss going to the gym" are this year's unlikely words coming out of my mouth, because I still haven't found a good 5k walking loop (I'm good for 3k, would prefer not to double it up and get bored of it twice as quick). The real struggle is wanting to go after dark and/or zone out on a treadmill instead of having to pay attention to my surroundings.

Obsessed with this Monirath hat that is designed to throw watery reflections on your face (https://www.instagram.com/p/CKKgqTfgVXg/ - picture of the artist modeling it)

Rediscovered The Organ ('00s all-girl post punk/new wave, with an organ obviously), and it's been a great choice for late evening music especially when it's windy and rainy.

(Nostalgia note: Can't quite put my finger on why, but they also evoke a strong feeling for me of standing in the dark at a show and the building smells like bricks and beer, and the opening band absolutely kills it.)

My keyboard continued to autocomplete a song title as "Brandy (You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch)", so now it's canon that after his heart grew three sizes, his life, his love and his lady is the sea.

There's a big bag of Krusteaz brand pancake mix in my kitchen cupboard, and every time I see it, I think it sounds more like iced tea endorsed by Krusty the clown in a white Colonel Sanders outfit.

All those zoomer TikTok kids are acting like they discovered sea shanties, but real ones (old and Canadian) remember Great Big Sea.

Time to try putting my phone into greyscale mode at night to see if it acts as a disincentive so I don't feel tempted or compelled to look at videos or Instagram. The only downside is that I actually really like it for things that are primarily text. It's got a feeling like watching an old newsreel about what people thought communication would be like in the ✨distant future, the year 2021✨

Thus sayeth Erin, who won't go into the woods without good coffee and is apparently the Niles Crane of roughing it.