Travel thread

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

have to go to minneapolis on friday for a good friends birthday thing...blah...anyway, its only until monday and most of the time is planned with her which i hate but if we have some downtime what do we do? you know me, dive bars, food or record stores..ive only been there once and that was long ago

Visit Paisley Park. They might have purple pancakes.

[washing machine]

have to go to minneapolis on friday for a good friends birthday thing...blah...anyway, its only until monday and most of the time is planned with her which i hate but if we have some downtime what do we do? you know me, dive bars, food or record stores..ive only been there once and that was long ago

https://stores.footlocker.com/us/mn.html

[verb_to_trust]

have to go to minneapolis on friday for a good friends birthday thing...blah...anyway, its only until monday and most of the time is planned with her which i hate but if we have some downtime what do we do? you know me, dive bars, food or record stores..ive only been there once and that was long ago

https://stores.footlocker.com/us/mn.html

If they have any of the Air Jordan 3 Muslin drop left in an 11.5 pick me up a pair

[doug rr]

have to go to minneapolis on friday for a good friends birthday thing...blah...anyway, its only until monday and most of the time is planned with her which i hate but if we have some downtime what do we do? you know me, dive bars, food or record stores..ive only been there once and that was long ago

Visit Paisley Park. They might have purple pancakes.

i'd love to see it one day but no time..

[doug rr]

so we were chatting with the friends that we house swapped with this morning...they want to do it for a year now starting in either august or october..pretty sure its a go

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

its worth it

[wease]

Next weekend is LA trip doug. I’m finding out where we’re staying and where her cousin is moving to.

[wease]

We’re moving her into a place on Wilshire and staying at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Give us some good places to eat.

[doug rr]

We’re moving her into a place on Wilshire and staying at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Give us some good places to eat.

nice going...are you staying in a bungalow? my best friend used to be the head chef there..

[doug rr]

https://www.lawrysonline.com/lawrys-the ... lls/?=menu
classic beverly hills steak house..i'll send you more stuff later..jewish deli's etc...the tortilla soup at the polo lounge in the hotel is way overpriced but delicious...man, i wished my friend still worked there cause he could set you up

[Jorge]

I'm going to Los Angeles for two weeks in October so I'll be keeping an eye on these recs

[wease]

We’re moving her into a place on Wilshire and staying at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Give us some good places to eat.

nice going...are you staying in a bungalow? my best friend used to be the head chef there..

I don’t think we’re in a bungalow.

[doug rr]

how long are you here?

[doug rr]

I'm going to Los Angeles for two weeks in October so I'll be keeping an eye on these recs

haven't you been here like 100 times?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

https://www.lawrysonline.com/lawrys-the-prime-rib-beverly-hills/?=menu
classic beverly hills steak house..i'll send you more stuff later..jewish deli's etc...the tortilla soup at the polo lounge in the hotel is way overpriced but delicious...man, i wished my friend still worked there cause he could set you up

We’ve already got reservations at Musso & Frank and Matsuhisa.

[Jorge]

I'm going to Los Angeles for two weeks in October so I'll be keeping an eye on these recs

haven't you been here like 100 times?

A couple times. My dad and siblings live there now, so I visit them. But this time it's for work!

[doug rr]

https://www.lawrysonline.com/lawrys-the-prime-rib-beverly-hills/?=menu
classic beverly hills steak house..i'll send you more stuff later..jewish deli's etc...the tortilla soup at the polo lounge in the hotel is way overpriced but delicious...man, i wished my friend still worked there cause he could set you up

We’ve already got reservations at Musso & Frank and Matsuhisa.

i love musso and frank, its just too bad its on hollywood blvd..