Talk about your day 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.

[Ello Sailor]

Can’t stress putting Air Tags in your checked luggage enough, team.

Seems like a must nowadays. How much do these run you?

[spike]

Can’t stress putting Air Tags in your checked luggage enough, team.

Seems like a must nowadays. How much do these run you?

$20-30 I think

[VinylGuy]

Yeah I’ll buy a few of those. I’ve been thinking about it and it seems it’s the next logical step on not be scammed by any airline.

Again, flying these days is just an awful experience

[Jorge]

I'm in London, what should I do for dinner tonight?

[doug rr]

I'm in London, what should I do for dinner tonight?

if you have time for a quick train ride into Brixton this is the best food in town..no joke

https://fishwingsandtings.co.uk/menu/

[doug rr]

looking at 2 more more places later this morning then heading to the big bbq party

[96583UP]

a lot of laundry

and dishes

not much else tbh

humid and rainy

just cleanin up

[96583UP]

oh yeah made a home made pesto for lunch w basil from the garden

turned out great

[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.

[VinylGuy]

I’ve started giving my garlic clove a three-minute boil before adding to my pesto, really takes the edge off

sounds good

[spike]

I'm in London, what should I do for dinner tonight?

best indian food around

[Ello Sailor]

I'm in London, what should I do for dinner tonight?

best indian food around

Nah man, gotta get the jellied eel.

[wease]

There’s some kind of disconnect in that. There’s only one eel catcher in the whole city due to very little demand and he sells everything he catches to Holland. But this dude Gordon goes to kills 3 tons every week. Where the fuck is this guy getting all his eels and who is he selling them to?

[Monkey_Driven]

Back at work after a long weekend away. It's super hot outside and the pool was closed last night because a kid pooped in it.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Back at work after a long weekend away. It's super hot outside and the pool was closed last night because a kid pooped in it.

"a kid" = your kid?

[Monkey_Driven]

Back at work after a long weekend away. It's super hot outside and the pool was closed last night because a kid pooped in it.

"a kid" = your kid?

Hell no. The little one is a piece of work, but would never ruin pool time for everyone!

[Jorge]

I was cruising around London on the uncovered top of one of those Big Bus city tours and we drove through some trees and one of the branches fucking thwacked me right on the forehead real hard!

[Monkey_Driven]

I was cruising around London on the uncovered top of one of those Big Bus city tours and we drove through some trees and one of the branches fucking thwacked me right on the forehead real hard!

Big head problems

[Chris_H_2]

I was cruising around London on the uncovered top of one of those Big Bus city tours and we drove through some trees and one of the branches fucking thwacked me right on the forehead real hard!

more like ninehead, amirite?