It is my father’s birthday today

[The Argonaut]

hbd dad(s)

[dad]

HBD dad. How are you celebrating?

thanks, dude.

well, my wife's birthday is Thursday so we'll celebrate together on Friday with dinner at one of our favorite restaurants.

[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.

[tree_]

happy 49th to ya

[Chris_H_2]

HBD dad. Hope the Wilco show was great last night.

[tommy]

Happy birthday to rad dad

[Jorge]

Happy birthday Dad. I have noticed you posting less. Why? That shouldn't be. Change it

[BurtReynolds]

Happiness is a good birthday

[doug rr]

happy birthday

[wease]

Happy Birthday to one of the best dads around!

[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.

[tree_]

HBD dad! You're one of the best posters we have and also your wife is hot.

can they not afford AC?

[spike]

HBD dad! You're one of the best posters we have and also your wife is hot.

can they not afford AC?

might be menopausal

[Higgs]

Happy birthday dad.

[dad]

hey, thanks team. I had a great day.

went to see Wilco in Tulsa last night. great show. stayed the night in T-town.

woke up and went to two different coffee shops. the first one (Pony Coffee) was an old bike shop. Cute place. Coffee was shit. At the second place (Doubleshot), the coffee was much better.

Then we walked down the street from the second coffee shop to have breakfast here: https://www.somatulsa.com/

I had the kimchi and eggs. It was baller.

Honestly, one of the best years of my life. no regerts.

and thank you, trag. I think she’s hot too.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I've been experiencing this weird tech disconnect lately. Of course my parents' generation isn't good with technology, but now it seems after Gen X and some older Millenials, the younger generations are also tech stupid. Simple things, like when I ask "where did you save the attachment from the email I sent you?" I'll get "I don't know, I just saved it". Sigh. These are young attorneys, college graduates.

[wease]

Once you realize it, please don’t move this post.

[VinylGuy]

I've been experiencing this weird tech disconnect lately. Of course my parents' generation isn't good with technology, but now it seems after Gen X and some older Millenials, the younger generations are also tech stupid. Simple things, like when I ask "where did you save the attachment from the email I sent you?" I'll get "I don't know, I just saved it". Sigh. These are young attorneys, college graduates.

my girl's brother is 14 and he sometimes ask the same questions than my moms regarding emails or apps. Its so weird.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Once you realize it, please don’t move this post.

This was my RM exit post. Farewell RM

[Jorge]

I would never drink pony coffee