The Log Lady would approve! Yesterday, running home from a film screening, I ran into this at the corner of Broadway and 25th:

Looks like someone forgot their tree remains. A closer look:

Yep, sure enough, it's actual forest detritus, on a power line! How the fuck did THAT happen? Let's face it: The city's latest power line tossing trend—dildos—is a pretty jaunty deviation from the classic power line sneaks, but their method of placement isn't exactly reinventing the wheel. I couldn't get close enough to see how the logs were placed, but it looks like there was no string-slinging involved. How did log pieces get up there? Is this art? Is this a prank? Is it a fire hazard? Do the logs contain the trapped spirits of missing husbands? What can the logs tell us?