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:Tried to go to the dentist because I think I may have a cavity. Booked my appointment online and showed up today but they didn't have me in the books. Turns out I booked for a month from today because I didn't look at the online calendar closely enough. I feel like a fool!

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Jorge wrote:Tried to go to the dentist because I think I may have a cavity. Booked my appointment online and showed up today but they didn't have me in the books. Turns out I booked for a month from today because I didn't look at the online calendar closely enough. I feel like a fool!

Are you okay? Any rapidly spreading infections?

Jorge wrote:

Peeps wrote:Training for ITIL this week and next week. 6 days of 3.5 hour training per day. tried day 1 at home but the pooch was too big a distraction (or rather i have no impulse control and just wanted to play with him the whole time)

One of my big freelance projects last year was a 10-hour ITIL 4 video training course for Udemy. Fucking boring as hell. Good luck with all that value stream bullshit!

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Jorge wrote:Tried to go to the dentist because I think I may have a cavity. Booked my appointment online and showed up today but they didn't have me in the books. Turns out I booked for a month from today because I didn't look at the online calendar closely enough. I feel like a fool!

Are you okay? Any rapidly spreading infections?

Jorge wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Jorge wrote:Tried to go to the dentist because I think I may have a cavity. Booked my appointment online and showed up today but they didn't have me in the books. Turns out I booked for a month from today because I didn't look at the online calendar closely enough. I feel like a fool!

Are you okay? Any rapidly spreading infections?

I'm okay. Just occasional soreness

Whitey McTeeth wrote:I’ve been out as trans for about 6 years now. There was a period where I detransioned when I got clean 4 years ago. That was when I started the job I’m currently at. I eventually went back to being a girl, present to one to any stranger I encounter. Everyone refers to me as “he” at my job, and I stopped trying to correct months ago. Maybe it’s my personality, or the fact that my voice is a little lower. I’m not sure why I’m posting this here. Just wanted to vent RM fam.

doug rr wrote:doing absolutely nothing in Vancouver..we're at a friends house as they are on vacation in asia..the pool guy was here this morning and the heater is broken..my wife might do a cold plunge but I won't be..probably just watch some golf or baseball

Peeps wrote:

doug rr wrote:doing absolutely nothing in Vancouver..we're at a friends house as they are on vacation in asia..the pool guy was here this morning and the heater is broken..my wife might do a cold plunge but I won't be..probably just watch some golf or baseball

do it coward. finally get the chance to shrink that monster and feel like us peons

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.

doug rr wrote:I dont hang dong

tragabigzanda wrote:Darrk Matterr (dong)

Ello Sailor wrote:Got my ears succ'd at the GP. A little uncomfortable but totally worth it. Now I have super-human hearing + my tinnitus isn't nearly as bad as I had previously thought.

I think it's time for custom earplugs. Should've picked some up years ago!

wease wrote:Just chillin in the room with the door open and the waves crashin. A friend of Mrs Wease met her and they’re walking around. The kid has gone shopping with one of her friends. Room all to myself. ‘S what I’m talkin bout.