1. penticton. street. art.

  2. Alaska, you are ridiculous.

  3. Chamerion angustifolium, the territorial flower of the Yukon. #fireweed #exploreyukon

  4. tuneage:

    alt-J - Hunger Of The Pine

    There is a moment about a minute and a half into alt-J’s lush and intricate new single, when the Miley Cyrus sample plays for the first time, and you can’t help but step back and appreciate the absurdity of it. It shouldn’t work, but of course it does, adding yet another layer to this strange bird of a song. Orchestral, eclectic, tense, and soft, ‘Hunger Of The Pine’ doesn’t come in like a wrecking ball, so much as a breath of fresh air. 

    After alt-J last teased us with a “joke” single, this is a much better indication of what we can expect when their sophomore album All This Is Yours drops September 22nd. 

  5. ufansius:

    1935 Hughes H-1 Racer

    (via thinknorth)

  6. ant·ler
    one of the branched horns on the head of an adult (usually male) deer or similar animal, which are made of bone and are grown and cast off annually.

  7. (Source: donisdelis, via watchingcbeams)

  10. theyukonterritory:

    I think, though, that sometimes my heart is where my home is. 

    The perspective and appreciation I have been gaining from coming back to the Yukon this summer is a blessing. 

    My mind and body are happy here. 

    This is a good place. 

    I’m lucky to call it home. 

  11. I don’t know why I love this so much. 


  13. "

    What’s Genocide?

    their high school principal
    told me I couldn’t teach
    poetry with profanity
    so I asked my students,
    “Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Holocaust.”
    in unison, their arms rose up like poisonous gas
    then straightened out like an SS infantry
    “Okay. Please put your hands down.
    Now raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Rwandan genocide.”
    blank stares mixed with curious ignorance
    a quivering hand out of the crowd
    half-way raised, like a lone survivor
    struggling to stand up in Kigali
    “Luz, are you sure about that?”
    “That’s what I thought.”

    “Carlos—what’s genocide?”

    they won’t let you hear the truth at school
    if that person says “fuck”
    can’t even talk about “fuck”
    even though a third of your senior class
    is pregnant.

    I can’t teach an 18-year-old girl in a public school
    how to use a condom that will save her life
    and that of the orphan she will be forced
    to give to the foster care system—
    “Carlos, how many 13-year-olds do you know that are HIV-positive?”

    “Honestly, none. But I do visit a shelter every Monday and talk with
    six 12-year-old girls with diagnosed AIDS.”
    while 4th graders three blocks away give little boys blowjobs during recess
    I met an 11-year-old gang member in the Bronx who carries
    a semi-automatic weapon to study hall so he can make it home
    and you want me to censor my language

    “Carlos, what’s genocide?”

    your books leave out Emmett Till and Medgar Evers
    call themselves “World History” and don’t mention
    King Leopold or diamond mines
    call themselves “Politics in the Modern World”
    and don’t mention Apartheid

    “Carlos, what’s genocide?”

    you wonder why children hide in adult bodies
    lie under light-color-eyed contact lenses
    learn to fetishize the size of their asses
    and simultaneously hate their lips
    my students thought Che Guevara was a rapper
    from East Harlem
    still think my Mumia t-shirt is of Bob Marley
    how can literacy not include Phyllis Wheatley?
    schools were built in the shadows of ghosts
    filtered through incest and grinding teeth
    molded under veils of extravagant ritual

    “Carlos, what’s genocide?”

    “Roselyn, how old was she? Cuántos años tuvo tu madre cuando se murió?”

    “My mother had 32 years when she died. Ella era bellísima.”

    …what’s genocide?

    they’ve moved from sterilizing “Boriqua” women
    injecting indigenous sisters with Hepatitis B,
    now they just kill mothers with silent poison
    stain their loyalty and love into veins and suffocate them

    …what’s genocide?

    Ridwan’s father hung himself
    in the box because he thought his son
    was ashamed of him

    …what’s genocide?

    Maureen’s mother gave her
    skin lightening cream
    the day before she started the 6th grade

    …what’s genocide?

    she carves straight lines into her
    beautiful brown thighs so she can remember
    what it feels like to heal

    …what’s genocide?
    …what’s genocide?

    “Carlos, what’s genocide?”

    “Luz, this…
    this right here…
    is genocide.”