Red Mosquito

dad wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:going to pitchfork fest tonight and tomorrow night. it’s been pissing out for hours, and so I’m sure it’ll be a muddy mess tonight. I may wear my waders.

Who are the top three performers you want to see?

the national
japanese breakfast
mitski
dry cleaning

Have a great time.

oh wow, i might have to tune in for dry cleaning.

bodysnatcher wrote:no plans bc i'm a loser

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:no plans bc i'm a loser

Golf

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:no plans bc i'm a loser

Golf

you know it

spike wrote:A few buddies are coming down tonight and staying over. They were supposed to be here early afternoon, but one messed up his groin working out last night and is couch ridden, so things have been delayed for a few hours.

Still, the wife and kid left for the city this morning, so I’ve had the afternoon all alone, which hasn’t happened for ages and feels pretty great.

Bammer wrote:I mowed the lawn.

Bammer wrote:I distinctly remember the first time after having kids that I ended up with a completely free afternoon/evening with the house to myself. Mrs. bam took the babies to her parents’ for the night. It was a Friday, beautiful weather and I cut out of work early.

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I mowed the lawn.

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.

spike wrote:County fair this afternoon. Friends and their families coming out to boat and swim tomorrow. Sunday, probably just relax.

dad wrote:

spike wrote:County fair this afternoon. Friends and their families coming out to boat and swim tomorrow. Sunday, probably just relax.

what's the best fried fare from the fair?

spike wrote:

dad wrote:

spike wrote:County fair this afternoon. Friends and their families coming out to boat and swim tomorrow. Sunday, probably just relax.

what's the best fried fare from the fair?

Don’t make me choose.