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doug rr wrote:our 25th anniversary is next august..I think we'll go to NYC at stay at the Waldorf like we did for our honeymoon..also, I can go to gray's papaya and get some hot dogs

doug rr wrote:our 25th anniversary is next august..I think we'll go to NYC at stay at the Waldorf like we did for our honeymoon..also, I can go to gray's papaya and get some hot dogs

VinylGuy wrote:

doug rr wrote:our 25th anniversary is next august..I think we'll go to NYC at stay at the Waldorf like we did for our honeymoon..also, I can go to gray's papaya and get some hot dogs

Waldorf is closed until september i think? not sure

Also its fucking expensive!

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.

doug rr wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:

doug rr wrote:our 25th anniversary is next august..I think we'll go to NYC at stay at the Waldorf like we did for our honeymoon..also, I can go to gray's papaya and get some hot dogs

Waldorf is closed until september i think? not sure

Also its fucking expensive!

yeah, we got an email the other day from them..not sure of the opening date but they should be open by the the summer or early fall..

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:The wife is waiting to hear about a work trip to Paris in June. If it lines up well enough with the kid’s midyear break, we may tag along and also see if my sister and her fam want to come there. Would be cheaper and shorter than them flying to Aus to visit.

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:

spike wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:The wife is waiting to hear about a work trip to Paris in June. If it lines up well enough with the kid’s midyear break, we may tag along and also see if my sister and her fam want to come there. Would be cheaper and shorter than them flying to Aus to visit.

We were just there last November, so maybe do some countryside action as well. Though my sis and her fam have never been to Gay Paris.

Annecy, man. Paradise. We're aiming to retire there.

spike wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:The wife is waiting to hear about a work trip to Paris in June. If it lines up well enough with the kid’s midyear break, we may tag along and also see if my sister and her fam want to come there. Would be cheaper and shorter than them flying to Aus to visit.

We were just there last November, so maybe do some countryside action as well. Though my sis and her fam have never been to Gay Paris.

Annecy, man. Paradise. We're aiming to retire there.

The Argonaut wrote:Where should I travel to this year? I don't have any pressing desires. Say two weeks, solo trip. I'm a little nervous of traveling solo somewhere I don't speak the language, to be honest. But I'm sure I could hack it

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:Where should I travel to this year? I don't have any pressing desires. Say two weeks, solo trip. I'm a little nervous of traveling solo somewhere I don't speak the language, to be honest. But I'm sure I could hack it

Go to Germany and Switzerland with me.

The Argonaut wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:Where should I travel to this year? I don't have any pressing desires. Say two weeks, solo trip. I'm a little nervous of traveling solo somewhere I don't speak the language, to be honest. But I'm sure I could hack it

Go to Germany and Switzerland with me.

This seems like a trick

The Argonaut wrote:omw