doug rr wrote:so ive not felt well at the last few days..probably from the stress of upcoming stuff...anyway we flew back to California yesterday..I have literally flown probably 1 million miles in my life..turbulence has never bothered me and ive been in some good ones..we flew threw that atomospheric river yesterday and man was the last half just horrible...already having a bad stomach at the time and used 2 barf bags..first time ever in. my life I ralphed on a plane...
Turned into a long travel day to Phoenix due to some hiccups, but the kid was an absolute champ through it all. Settling in with some well earned Bulleit and the Oscars.
spike wrote:Turned into a long travel day to Phoenix due to some hiccups, but the kid was an absolute champ through it all. Settling in with some well earned Bulleit and the Oscars.
Currently in Flagstaff, just went to town for a bite, then headed back to the Airbnb to relax and watch what’s left of the Oscar’s.
96583UP wrote:i recently bought travel-size packets of metamucil
I puked on a much longer than expected boat trip out to a snorkeling location two summers ago off the coast of Puerto Vallarta. I’d venture damn near half the people on the boat puked.
Carl Sandburg wrote: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.
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Carl Sandburg wrote: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.
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this resort we're staying at for the week, you can really tell the toll covid's taken on staff. rooms not ready at check in time, i assume due to limited cleaning staff. went to grab lunch at the pool bar earlier, and there was one bartender and maybe a couple waiters taking orders to tables and lounge chairs. ditched that idea after no one looked my way for ten minutes. now i've been waiting nearly an hour for a room service salad.
we're only here because my wife's at a conference over the next three days, and this is where rooms were available, so not complaining since we're getting half the room & board on her company's dime, but just too bad because this place is pretty cool otherwise.
hahaha after an hour, i called down to dining services to ask for an eta on my salad. they said the info had a room number one off from mine and it was outside that door. it indeed was, but the receipt and bag had my room number, so clearly their fuck up. i ain't eating a salad that's been sitting out in the AZ heat for however long, so i currently have the phone on speaker calling dining services back to get a refund - it's been about 200 rings and no answer. i'm having doordash drop off some food in the meantime.
