Red Mosquito

The Argonaut wrote:things to be aware of:

people may not notice that you're doing this. people rarely pay attention to what men are wearing, because it is often so boring. so you might feel really nervous or proud, but don't be surprised if no one notices.

if someone looks at a bunch of pictures of you at once, like in a slideshow at your funeral or your fiftieth birthday, they will definitely all of a sudden notice. it will be all anyone can see when they look at the slideshow now, kind of ruining the slideshow, honestly.

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.

Ello Sailor wrote:Definitely should become one of those people who freak out about photos being taken in public without everyone's express permission.

There must be no evidence.

tragabigzanda wrote:Seriously considering just committing to multiple quantities/colors of a particular shirt and pants combo that is working for me.

doug rr wrote:we're back in California now to pack up and I went through my closet and got rid of my 3 suits and 99 percent of my dress shirts..kept 1 pair of dress shoes just in case

doug rr wrote:we're back in California now to pack up and I went through my closet and got rid of my 3 suits and 99 percent of my dress shirts..kept 1 pair of dress shoes just in case

96583UP wrote:

doug rr wrote:we're back in California now to pack up and I went through my closet and got rid of my 3 suits and 99 percent of my dress shirts..kept 1 pair of dress shoes just in case

did you give them to goodwill?

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:we're back in California now to pack up and I went through my closet and got rid of my 3 suits and 99 percent of my dress shirts..kept 1 pair of dress shoes just in case

did you keep a suit to be buried in?

wease wrote:Enjoy no sleep tonight caffeine-boy.

Chris_H_2 wrote:I don’t own one piece of green clothing. Not one.