Recent experienceing of thundersnow reminded me of Big Dead Place:
“Burying the Finn’s Tooth”
“On this 7th day of February, 2004, at the Geographical South Pole, of planet Earth, the third planet from the sun, in a small solar system in the Milky Way Galaxy, a random and insignificant clump of gasses in a vast, expanding universe, we are here gathered to bury the disinfected tooth of some deranged foreigner that none of us has ever met.
In the overt Antarctic tradition of international cooperation, we will plant this Finn’s wisdom tooth at 90 degrees South, in symbolic hope that wisdom may one day grow on this desolate and absurd continent, and that the entire polar plateau may one day be filled with endless rows of the disinfected teeth of insane Scandinavians, Mongols, Slavs, and our other friends from around the world.
So mote be it. Let us bury the tooth.”
Soused at the South Pole: Modern Drunkard Magazine’s Interview with Big Dead Place
“For some reason, people can’t get enough of disco clothes here. They are a source of infinite delight.”