weekend plans

[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]

Hunkering down tonight during the snowstorm.

I thought you were grilling in shorts?

That post is from nearly a month ago!

[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]

Hunkering down tonight during the snowstorm.

I thought you were grilling in shorts?

That post is from nearly a month ago!

i apologize

Don’t worry, it’ll be back down in the 30s by Super Bowl Sunday.

[dad]

driving to Kansas City tomorrow. going to visit my wife's family, and watch the Super Bowl with my BiL. man, I hope KC wins. Either way, should be a fun time.

[doug rr]

driving to Kansas City tomorrow. going to visit my wife's family, and watch the Super Bowl with my BiL. man, I hope KC wins. Either way, should be a fun time.

what's on the menu for Sunday?

[spike]

driving to Kansas City tomorrow. going to visit my wife's family, and watch the Super Bowl with my BiL. man, I hope KC wins. Either way, should be a fun time.

what's on the menu for Sunday?

defeat

[dad]

driving to Kansas City tomorrow. going to visit my wife's family, and watch the Super Bowl with my BiL. man, I hope KC wins. Either way, should be a fun time.

what's on the menu for Sunday?

I think we'll find out more when we get to town tomorrow. Not sure if we're watching the game at his house or hitting the bar.

I'd prefer the comfort of a couch, but it would be cool to take the game in with some locals.

[doug rr]

driving to Kansas City tomorrow. going to visit my wife's family, and watch the Super Bowl with my BiL. man, I hope KC wins. Either way, should be a fun time.

what's on the menu for Sunday?

defeat

go niners...we're frying up wings

[dad]

the disrespect train rolls on.

[doug rr]

driving to Kansas City tomorrow. going to visit my wife's family, and watch the Super Bowl with my BiL. man, I hope KC wins. Either way, should be a fun time.

what's on the menu for Sunday?

I think we'll find out more when we get to town tomorrow. Not sure if we're watching the game at his house or hitting the bar.

I'd prefer the comfort of a couch, but it would be cool to take the game in with some locals.

ive never watched a Super Bowl at a bar...I dont think I could do it..good luck

[doug rr]

the disrespect train rolls on.

its all we have right now..

[dad]

driving to Kansas City tomorrow. going to visit my wife's family, and watch the Super Bowl with my BiL. man, I hope KC wins. Either way, should be a fun time.

what's on the menu for Sunday?

I think we'll find out more when we get to town tomorrow. Not sure if we're watching the game at his house or hitting the bar.

I'd prefer the comfort of a couch, but it would be cool to take the game in with some locals.

ive never watched a Super Bowl at a bar...I dont think I could do it..good luck

like i said...i'd prefer a couch.

[doug rr]

driving to Kansas City tomorrow. going to visit my wife's family, and watch the Super Bowl with my BiL. man, I hope KC wins. Either way, should be a fun time.

what's on the menu for Sunday?

I think we'll find out more when we get to town tomorrow. Not sure if we're watching the game at his house or hitting the bar.

I'd prefer the comfort of a couch, but it would be cool to take the game in with some locals.

ive never watched a Super Bowl at a bar...I dont think I could do it..good luck

like i said...i'd prefer a couch.

unless you have to sit in the middle between people with no arm rests

[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.

[E.H. Ruddock]

while i don't care about football, i do have a hankering for a ham and cheese sandwich and nachos so maybe i'll watch the big game.

Go underdogs.

you can make those any time you want though. Go make them now.

[doug rr]

while i don't care about football, i do have a hankering for a ham and cheese sandwich and nachos so maybe i'll watch the big game.

Go underdogs.

hot or cold ham and cheese sandwich?

[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]

driving to Kansas City tomorrow. going to visit my wife's family, and watch the Super Bowl with my BiL. man, I hope KC wins. Either way, should be a fun time.

what's on the menu for Sunday?

defeat

go niners...we're frying up wings

I haven’t given any thought to a SB menu… gotta get through my kid’s birthday party earlier that afternoon first.

[spike]

while i don't care about football, i do have a hankering for a ham and cheese sandwich and nachos so maybe i'll watch the big game.

Go underdogs.

hot or cold ham and cheese sandwich?

cold...but now i'm thinking about meatball subs

Good idea. I did these a couple weeks ago and they were great.