Red Mosquito

The Argonaut wrote:And you guys tell me cancel culture won come for us over our RM shenanigans. Daft's friend was a teacher, not some famous celebrity. It's coming for us all. Delete the old board

Dev wrote: Moving is just a pain in the ass.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:If Jorge starts a commune in America, would you guys move to it?

daft twat wrote:Someone I don’t know from work just announced she’s moving to San Antonio (from Minnesota). I’m a little jealous, not of SA particularly, but of the ability to uproot and go. I did it after college, but now it seems impossible. My kids are in high school and middle school, my parents (200 miles away) are in their 70s, and I’m starting my 20th year at the same school this fall. I wouldn’t say I feel trapped, but I do feel like moving a significant distance is out of the question at this juncture.

Bammer wrote:

Dev wrote: Moving is just a pain in the ass.

This x100000000

I have a hard enough time with shuffling around the deck & patio furniture for the two nice months of weather we get. Fuck moving the whole house, furniture, clothes, Matt Cameron drums, all of it.

Not to mention all the paperwork - billing & shipping address on all your credit cards, ID, etc.

Our office is moving in the next year and while that should be at least a little bit exciting I am fkn dreading all the changes to our forms, website, envelopes, on and on and on.

Hate it.

spike wrote:

daft twat wrote:Someone I don’t know from work just announced she’s moving to San Antonio (from Minnesota). I’m a little jealous, not of SA particularly, but of the ability to uproot and go. I did it after college, but now it seems impossible. My kids are in high school and middle school, my parents (200 miles away) are in their 70s, and I’m starting my 20th year at the same school this fall. I wouldn’t say I feel trapped, but I do feel like moving a significant distance is out of the question at this juncture.

The flip side would be you’ve established roots. Any satisfaction there?

daft twat wrote:

spike wrote:

daft twat wrote:Someone I don’t know from work just announced she’s moving to San Antonio (from Minnesota). I’m a little jealous, not of SA particularly, but of the ability to uproot and go. I did it after college, but now it seems impossible. My kids are in high school and middle school, my parents (200 miles away) are in their 70s, and I’m starting my 20th year at the same school this fall. I wouldn’t say I feel trapped, but I do feel like moving a significant distance is out of the question at this juncture.

The flip side would be you’ve established roots. Any satisfaction there?

For sure. I wouldn’t be happier anywhere else because of the people I’d leave behind. I did Cali for 3 years, and I’m grateful for that experience. I wish I’d done a similar stint out east in a city like Philly. I’m fascinated by the proximity of so many major cities as well as the ocean.

Bammer wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:If Jorge starts a commune in America, would you guys move to it?

Will he actually be there or just finance it?

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Bammer wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:If Jorge starts a commune in America, would you guys move to it?

Will he actually be there or just finance it?

He will be our leader and will never leave us.

dad wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Bammer wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:If Jorge starts a commune in America, would you guys move to it?

Will he actually be there or just finance it?

He will be our leader and will never leave us.

i hope the commune is one big cracker barrel.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

dad wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Bammer wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:If Jorge starts a commune in America, would you guys move to it?

Will he actually be there or just finance it?

He will be our leader and will never leave us.

i hope the commune is one big cracker barrel.

Don't worry. Jorge will be the only non-caucasion.

spike wrote:

daft twat wrote:

spike wrote:

daft twat wrote:Someone I don’t know from work just announced she’s moving to San Antonio (from Minnesota). I’m a little jealous, not of SA particularly, but of the ability to uproot and go. I did it after college, but now it seems impossible. My kids are in high school and middle school, my parents (200 miles away) are in their 70s, and I’m starting my 20th year at the same school this fall. I wouldn’t say I feel trapped, but I do feel like moving a significant distance is out of the question at this juncture.

The flip side would be you’ve established roots. Any satisfaction there?

For sure. I wouldn’t be happier anywhere else because of the people I’d leave behind. I did Cali for 3 years, and I’m grateful for that experience. I wish I’d done a similar stint out east in a city like Philly. I’m fascinated by the proximity of so many major cities as well as the ocean.

So what’s this really about?

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.