Red Mosquito

wease wrote:Jesus Christ. We get to the hotel in Atlanta and there’s like 1000 people just milling about outside and in the lobby and the bar and restaurants in the hotel. And they all have soccer shit on. Apparently, Messi is staying at this hotel and all these people are just hanging around hoping to catch a glimpse.

spike wrote:

wease wrote:Jesus Christ. We get to the hotel in Atlanta and there’s like 1000 people just milling about outside and in the lobby and the bar and restaurants in the hotel. And they all have soccer shit on. Apparently, Messi is staying at this hotel and all these people are just hanging around hoping to catch a glimpse.

sounds messy

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.

wease wrote:Got on the elevator to go grab a bite and 6-8 kids are all in there with their phones out videoing every time the door opens. When we got on, I asked them “what if he’s getting on a different elevator?” All these faces just deflated. But, they’d already been somewhat successful because some had already grabbed some video of him and two had gotten his autograph.

Mrs Wease and I will be on Argentinian television as a reporter was strolling thru the lobby talking to people and getting their responses to him being here. She bypassed us pretty quickly once she determined we don’t speak Spanish.

dad wrote:

wease wrote:Got on the elevator to go grab a bite and 6-8 kids are all in there with their phones out videoing every time the door opens. When we got on, I asked them “what if he’s getting on a different elevator?” All these faces just deflated. But, they’d already been somewhat successful because some had already grabbed some video of him and two had gotten his autograph.

Mrs Wease and I will be on Argentinian television as a reporter was strolling thru the lobby talking to people and getting their responses to him being here. She bypassed us pretty quickly once she determined we don’t speak Spanish.

great opportunity to say hello to Jorge and VG.