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.

Jorge wrote:Whenever I'm treating people I just grab the check at the end. Announcing it at the start of the meal opens the door to this kind of trepidation.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Jorge wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:I basically never order more or less than my appetite is calling for. I gave up the “dining out = overeating” mentality a long time ago. Absolutely hate feeling stuffed.

I took the question to mean "do you order a more expensive dish" (maybe) not "do you order a bunch of extra food" (nah... though I might get more drinks if it's that kind of dinner)

I mean if someone else is treating and I'm craving a $46 steak, I'm having the steak.

tree_ wrote:If you're rich!

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Jorge wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:I basically never order more or less than my appetite is calling for. I gave up the “dining out = overeating” mentality a long time ago. Absolutely hate feeling stuffed.

I took the question to mean "do you order a more expensive dish" (maybe) not "do you order a bunch of extra food" (nah... though I might get more drinks if it's that kind of dinner)

I mean if someone else is treating and I'm craving a $46 steak, I'm having the steak.

Remind me to make sure all checks are split for meals with trag in St. Louis in September.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Jorge wrote:Whenever I'm treating people I just grab the check at the end. Announcing it at the start of the meal opens the door to this kind of trepidation.

Yeah this is the move to do.

tree_ wrote:Did you guys know Will Arnett was never an SNL cast member? This feels like one of those Mandela effect things.

epilogue wrote:

tree_ wrote:Did you guys know Will Arnett was never an SNL cast member? This feels like one of those Mandela effect things.

I never thought he was a cast member. I actually don't have any association with him and SNL at all -- outside, obviously, of his former marriage to a former cast member. But I didn't even know they were together until way after she'd left SNL.

tree_ wrote:i guess it's just me then!

bodysnatcher wrote:I’d probably just eat some crackers or bread so I don’t feel obligated to owe them anything. Never put yourself in the debt of someone else.

Jorge wrote:Whenever I'm treating people I just grab the check at the end. Announcing it at the start of the meal opens the door to this kind of trepidation.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Jorge wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:I basically never order more or less than my appetite is calling for. I gave up the “dining out = overeating” mentality a long time ago. Absolutely hate feeling stuffed.

I took the question to mean "do you order a more expensive dish" (maybe) not "do you order a bunch of extra food" (nah... though I might get more drinks if it's that kind of dinner)

I mean if someone else is treating and I'm craving a $46 steak, I'm having the steak.

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:

Bammer wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Jorge wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:I basically never order more or less than my appetite is calling for. I gave up the “dining out = overeating” mentality a long time ago. Absolutely hate feeling stuffed.

I took the question to mean "do you order a more expensive dish" (maybe) not "do you order a bunch of extra food" (nah... though I might get more drinks if it's that kind of dinner)

I mean if someone else is treating and I'm craving a $46 steak, I'm having the steak.

Where is this magical land where a steak only costs $46?

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