Red Mosquito

Ello Sailor wrote:How complicated can it be? It's not like they're asking you to operate a rice cooker.

spike wrote:I’ve been in a bed most of the day.

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.

BurtReynolds wrote:You're not supposed to drink the water. Napoleon's Revenge.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:You're not supposed to drink the water. Napoleon's Revenge.

Even worse it is probably the Joaquin Phoenix Napoleon

Anders wrote: we'll have a meditation circle to talk about our values,

tragabigzanda wrote:I was asking general questions about what is the theme of the event and the panel.

tragabigzanda wrote:I'm specifically interested in hearing about their thoughts on how to create equitable, wealth-building participation for BTL staff and crew. I'm skeptical that simply being a female-lead/minority-focused production company (loose collective?) is enough; I think that BTL crew needs a contractual point of entry into wage growth and accumulation of wealth/assets. What are they doing/seeing on this front?

bodysnatcher wrote:

Anders wrote: we'll have a meditation circle to talk about our values,

This sounds like complete hell

bodysnatcher wrote:

Anders wrote: we'll have a meditation circle to talk about our values,

This sounds like complete hell

Anders wrote:I usually work from home every Friday, but today I have to go to the office. Our system is being worked on from 1pm, and then we'll have a meditation circle to talk about our values, and afterwards we will help tidy around the office and in our own office space (we do have cleaning people every week, so it's not the floors etc). Oh well, I'll get through it.

tragabigzanda wrote:It’s been going around. Daughter had at least week, wife is just getting over it now. Good luck spike.

spike wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:It’s been going around. Daughter had at least week, wife is just getting over it now. Good luck spike.

Same pattern here. Both were sick last week, I managed to avoid it, but in the back of my head was thinking I bet I catch this just before the trip. Then on Sunday afternoon I started to feel a little soreness in my throat and was a full blown head cold by Monday evening.

Anyway, I felt good enough to get out for a quick outing this evening, so I’ve seen a bit of Paris. The dining table at our rental was wobbly af, so needed to find an Allen wrench.