Red Mosquito

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.

Higgs wrote:

spike wrote:rental car sorted and i have an aussie cell number now. getting an aussie license a week from today. it's all getting very real.

What is an "Aussie cell"?

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Spike, how are you with driving on the wrong side of the car/road?

Dafuq you mean? You guys are the ones on the wrong side!

bodysnatcher wrote:have you thrown any shrimps on the barbie yet?

Shut up.

VinylGuy wrote:

wease wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:Versalles was awesome. I got a good day too because it wasn’t that hot. Very cool place.
Now I’m drinking some white wine at a jazz club, it’s called jazz 38 or something like that, super small and weird but cool.

Tomorrow I’ll go for some fucking expensive vinyl

Yes! So glad you enjoyed it.

Thanks! I remember you and Mrs Wease being super happy with it , I understand why

How is the Wease clan doing these days ?

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Spike, how are you with driving on the wrong side of the car/road?

i'm not bad, been doing it the last couple visits. it'll probably feel normal in a few weeks after driving the kid to school and back each day.
Good luck. It’s a huge fear of mine whenever we go to the UK. I just avoid it and take trains or cabs
i also need to start deleting chicago street knowledge and begin uploading melbourne street knowledge. we're only designed to know our way around one city.

tragabigzanda wrote:How you enjoying those bidets though?

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.

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.

tragabigzanda wrote:

wease wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:How you enjoying those bidets though?

In all honesty, I haven’t figured them out. I’ve always envisioned them kinda spraying up in the air, but they just look like little sinks on the floor. What is proper bidet use and etiquette? How do you wash? Dry? It’s totally baffled me.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Spike, how are you with driving on the wrong side of the car/road?

i'm not bad, been doing it the last couple visits. it'll probably feel normal in a few weeks after driving the kid to school and back each day.
Good luck. It’s a huge fear of mine whenever we go to the UK. I just avoid it and take trains or cabs
i also need to start deleting chicago street knowledge and begin uploading melbourne street knowledge. we're only designed to know our way around one city.

doug rr wrote:had a late night..didnt sleep much..we all got up around 6 and went for breakfast and a drink at 5 point cafe..going to nap soon then hit the mariners game and do the same thing tomorrow...visitors really mess up our normal schedule..

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:had a late night..didnt sleep much..we all got up around 6 and went for breakfast and a drink at 5 point cafe..going to nap soon then hit the mariners game and do the same thing tomorrow...visitors really mess up our normal schedule..

are you regulars at 5 point yet?

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:had a late night..didnt sleep much..we all got up around 6 and went for breakfast and a drink at 5 point cafe..going to nap soon then hit the mariners game and do the same thing tomorrow...visitors really mess up our normal schedule..

are you regulars at 5 point yet?

oh yeah..first name basis with people and they know what you want...I sat next to a guy in a dress this morning that was drinking a tall boy of Ranier and eating hashbowns with ketchup

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:had a late night..didnt sleep much..we all got up around 6 and went for breakfast and a drink at 5 point cafe..going to nap soon then hit the mariners game and do the same thing tomorrow...visitors really mess up our normal schedule..

are you regulars at 5 point yet?

oh yeah..first name basis with people and they know what you want...I sat next to a guy in a dress this morning that was drinking a tall boy of Ranier and eating hashbowns with ketchup

I love this for you.

wease wrote:Goddamn. We’re here in a nice restaurant waiting for our food to come out. Reservations at 7:30, we probably ordered around 8:00-8:05. The waiter passes and Papa Wease starts yelling at him. “When are we gonna get our food?!? It’s been over an hour! We were the first ones in here and everybody else in the place already has their food!”

Jesus Christ