Red Mosquito

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Wait, are you in Paris? Or are you in Paris?

VinylGuy wrote:Arrived today in Paris ; tomorrow in leaving to niza and I might go to Monaco; Sunday it’s Cannes all over again. I expect next week to be crazy AF

wease wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:Arrived today in Paris ; tomorrow in leaving to niza and I might go to Monaco; Sunday it’s Cannes all over again. I expect next week to be crazy AF

This is getting close!

dad wrote:my family and I are flying to Seattle tomorrow to spend a few days with our friends who moved there about a year ago. looking forward to it.

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:my family and I are flying to Seattle tomorrow to spend a few days with our friends who moved there about a year ago. looking forward to it.

we have your room ready

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:my family and I are flying to Seattle tomorrow to spend a few days with our friends who moved there about a year ago. looking forward to it.

we have your room ready

i know you're already on the mainland, but will I like island life?

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:my family and I are flying to Seattle tomorrow to spend a few days with our friends who moved there about a year ago. looking forward to it.

we have your room ready

i know you're already on the mainland, but will I like island life?

I've never been to Vashon Island...tell us all about it

doug rr wrote:make sure to get a Seattle dog with cream cheese and onions

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:my family and I are flying to Seattle tomorrow to spend a few days with our friends who moved there about a year ago. looking forward to it.

we have your room ready

i know you're already on the mainland, but will I like island life?

I've never been to Vashon Island...tell us all about it

I will. I think I told you already...maybe...but my friend helped a guy who recently opened a record store on the island.

doug rr wrote:make sure to get a Seattle dog with cream cheese and onions

I'll try one if we have time.

dad wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Wait, are you in Paris? Or are you in Paris?

VG about to make another baby.

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.

daft twat wrote:

dad wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Wait, are you in Paris? Or are you in Paris?

VG about to make another baby.

You can’t get pregnant from the old hawk tuah.

tragabigzanda wrote:Yesterday we drove 2.5 hours to a festival built around a rancher cooperative focused on regenerative grazing. Very cool event with lots of kid-friendly activities, primo grub, artisans, live music. Was able to let our kid ride wild in this humongous outdoor space, keep an eye on her from a distance, and generally trust she was in a safe environment. That felt very good.

Also I got a new billfold made out of local bison hide for only $30. Then I got a hunch about where we were and looked it up, sure enough we were very close to Ted Kaczynski’s cabin.

Today we did a play date at the splash park then went out for ice cream.

We are making a concerted effort to create this sort of bucolic upbringing for my kid and I find myself hoping that it’s sinking in, that someday when the world is even more of a toxic rat race she’ll look back at this time and feel gratitude that we showed her a pleasant and safe quality of life; and that she’ll be able to continue that quality of life wherever she may be (or even help build it where it may no longer exist). I hope she doesn’t wind up wanting for anything and hating us for showing her a quality of life she can’t sustain on her own.