Red Mosquito

doug rr wrote:my wife and a friend are going to Venice, Italy tomorrow for 9 days for an art festival..Venice Biennale..

this will be my first time alone without the dog in about 11 years...I'm looking so forward to just sleeping and ordering from door dash and watching stupid tv

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:my wife and a friend are going to Venice, Italy tomorrow for 9 days for an art festival..Venice Biennale..

this will be my first time alone without the dog in about 11 years...I'm looking so forward to just sleeping and ordering from door dash and watching stupid tv

go broncos.

doug rr wrote:my wife and a friend are going to Venice, Italy tomorrow for 9 days for an art festival..Venice Biennale..

this will be my first time alone without the dog in about 11 years...I'm looking so forward to just sleeping and ordering from door dash and watching stupid tv

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:my wife and a friend are going to Venice, Italy tomorrow for 9 days for an art festival..Venice Biennale..

this will be my first time alone without the dog in about 11 years...I'm looking so forward to just sleeping and ordering from door dash and watching stupid tv

Venice is where I asked Gwyneth Paltrow to lunch. Very fond memories of that city, but last time there was 99. I've heard it's become overcrowded with tourists.

dad wrote:find numbersUP and get him to dab the tahini

doug rr wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:my wife and a friend are going to Venice, Italy tomorrow for 9 days for an art festival..Venice Biennale..

this will be my first time alone without the dog in about 11 years...I'm looking so forward to just sleeping and ordering from door dash and watching stupid tv

Venice is where I asked Gwyneth Paltrow to lunch. Very fond memories of that city, but last time there was 99. I've heard it's become overcrowded with tourists.

ha..you and I both have food related Gwyneth stories

Monkey_Driven wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:they have a nice aquarium

bart wrote:

Monkey_Driven wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:they have a nice aquarium

why are you going to baltimore? Work or???

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:my wife and a friend are going to Venice, Italy tomorrow for 9 days for an art festival..Venice Biennale..

this will be my first time alone without the dog in about 11 years...I'm looking so forward to just sleeping and ordering from door dash and watching stupid tv

Venice is where I asked Gwyneth Paltrow to lunch. Very fond memories of that city, but last time there was 99. I've heard it's become overcrowded with tourists.

ha..you and I both have food related Gwyneth stories

what are they

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:my wife and a friend are going to Venice, Italy tomorrow for 9 days for an art festival..Venice Biennale..

this will be my first time alone without the dog in about 11 years...I'm looking so forward to just sleeping and ordering from door dash and watching stupid tv

Venice is where I asked Gwyneth Paltrow to lunch. Very fond memories of that city, but last time there was 99. I've heard it's become overcrowded with tourists.

ha..you and I both have food related Gwyneth stories

what are they

my wife and I were having dinner at the spotted pig in nyc with 2 friends..the waitress brought us our bill before were even ready to go and tried to nicely ask if we could hurry up because we were sitting at her favorite booth and that she was soon to arrive...we took our time and I "accidentally" spilled my cup of ice water all over the seats..dick move? I dont think so

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:In my experience, you’re crossing the ocean at night, and it’s generally very smooth. It’s those mountain regions that create all the turbulence

Chris_H_2 wrote:i just read an article about how global warming is making summer turbulence over the atlantic worse and worse. in about 5 years from now they're going to have to start re-routing planes.

Peeps wrote:id really like to go to greece or egypt but here in the states i get antsy thinking about turbulence. I cant imagine flying over a ocean and not having a full on panic attack