a shimmering sky
May. 6th, 2015 05:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI see how it is with France's increased surveillance powers. Enter Marine le Pen, offering an alternative to a 21st century surveillance state: deporting Muslims to Madagascar, 20th century-style. Or deporting them to the French equivalent of Madagascar, which I suppose is just Madagascar. You know what I mean. Something like our Timbuktu and Kathmandu or Germany's Madagascar. A byword for a far away and possibly mythical locale.
I wonder what the Madagascar equivalent of Madagascar is. I get the feeling that the Timbuktu equivalent of Timbuktu is Kathmandu and the Kathmandu equivalent of Kathmandu is Timbuktu.
In all seriousness, though, Parti socialiste needs to exit Socialist International, pursued by a bear.
Meanwhile, back in Massachusetts.
Someone wondered if papayas were supposed to be orange and I thought the same thing once, when I was at a Thai restaurant in New York and wondering if they messed up my order.
Emma does not have any diacritics in Hungarian or any other language. Unfortunately. It would be nice if it did.
Emma thinks that breaking off the pistachio shells makes her think she's earned them. She learned that overalls are a bad idea when handling snakes and had a rainbow drawn on her arm in Sharpie. Not scented markers like I thought. Maybe the sharpie is what I smelled.
Christina (different Christina, obviously) has tattoos of an owl, peacock feathers, stars, and a human face. She brought a rat with tears covering its eyes (tears are photoactive and will opaque under light) and an emaciated gecko with messed up hemipenes.
We're going to stuff a woodcock with nightcrawlers, phrasing.
The bat weighs 14 grams, and that's good for a bat, so he's going somewhere else. A wood duck got released. I saw a picture of her. Like all female ducks, she's very unimpressive looking. The males look really cool, though. Females are like "nope, I'm not here, I'm just part of the scenery, go away" and males are like "hey, look at me, I'm a bird, look, come get me, you know you want to eat me, have at you!"
Flickers have tongues that are really long and coil up.
Yes, blackberries and mango salsa are amazing. What I'm saying is that if I had money to lend, I wouldn't be asking people for a bite of their lunch.
I asked Emma if she was still in Cyprus and I never got a response and it kinda occurred to me that Emma might have only been interested in painting a mural for the wildlife center when there was a possibility we could be together. That's silly, now that I think about it.
Emma says she doesn't judge people until she's met them. That's awesome, but I guess what I'm trying to say is I felt really bad because Emma said that maybe Emma wasn't being a good friend because she didn't show up when I invited her to the MFA in October and in Janury, and I guess I made that sound worse than it actually is. I'm sure she'll like Emma.
Sorry, I was laughing at Skinky crawling out of his soaking bin.
It was 84 degrees out and Emma, different Jack, and I were putting mulch in a wheelbarrow, which is easy with a shovel and doable with a pitchfork, and then spreading on the trail and learning about the art of tree identification before their leaves appear from Greg.
The inside of a cormorant's mouth is a very vivid cerulean. I don't know why, but it's very cool looking.
And, yes, I noticed the stains on the ceiling after Jean pointed it out.
It just felt like a slow day for some reason. And it was not only the first day above 70 since the day Gabriella and I saw the Consul, it was a full 40 degrees Fahrenheit warmer than it was three days earlier.
And meanwhile, back in Cyprus. Actually, I'm not really sure where she is right now.
Burning Question: Well the good news is we don't have to worry about these alligators. That's not actually good news, is it?
I wonder what the Madagascar equivalent of Madagascar is. I get the feeling that the Timbuktu equivalent of Timbuktu is Kathmandu and the Kathmandu equivalent of Kathmandu is Timbuktu.
In all seriousness, though, Parti socialiste needs to exit Socialist International, pursued by a bear.
Meanwhile, back in Massachusetts.
Someone wondered if papayas were supposed to be orange and I thought the same thing once, when I was at a Thai restaurant in New York and wondering if they messed up my order.
Emma does not have any diacritics in Hungarian or any other language. Unfortunately. It would be nice if it did.
Emma thinks that breaking off the pistachio shells makes her think she's earned them. She learned that overalls are a bad idea when handling snakes and had a rainbow drawn on her arm in Sharpie. Not scented markers like I thought. Maybe the sharpie is what I smelled.
Christina (different Christina, obviously) has tattoos of an owl, peacock feathers, stars, and a human face. She brought a rat with tears covering its eyes (tears are photoactive and will opaque under light) and an emaciated gecko with messed up hemipenes.
We're going to stuff a woodcock with nightcrawlers, phrasing.
The bat weighs 14 grams, and that's good for a bat, so he's going somewhere else. A wood duck got released. I saw a picture of her. Like all female ducks, she's very unimpressive looking. The males look really cool, though. Females are like "nope, I'm not here, I'm just part of the scenery, go away" and males are like "hey, look at me, I'm a bird, look, come get me, you know you want to eat me, have at you!"
Flickers have tongues that are really long and coil up.
Yes, blackberries and mango salsa are amazing. What I'm saying is that if I had money to lend, I wouldn't be asking people for a bite of their lunch.
I asked Emma if she was still in Cyprus and I never got a response and it kinda occurred to me that Emma might have only been interested in painting a mural for the wildlife center when there was a possibility we could be together. That's silly, now that I think about it.
Emma says she doesn't judge people until she's met them. That's awesome, but I guess what I'm trying to say is I felt really bad because Emma said that maybe Emma wasn't being a good friend because she didn't show up when I invited her to the MFA in October and in Janury, and I guess I made that sound worse than it actually is. I'm sure she'll like Emma.
Sorry, I was laughing at Skinky crawling out of his soaking bin.
It was 84 degrees out and Emma, different Jack, and I were putting mulch in a wheelbarrow, which is easy with a shovel and doable with a pitchfork, and then spreading on the trail and learning about the art of tree identification before their leaves appear from Greg.
The inside of a cormorant's mouth is a very vivid cerulean. I don't know why, but it's very cool looking.
And, yes, I noticed the stains on the ceiling after Jean pointed it out.
It just felt like a slow day for some reason. And it was not only the first day above 70 since the day Gabriella and I saw the Consul, it was a full 40 degrees Fahrenheit warmer than it was three days earlier.
And meanwhile, back in Cyprus. Actually, I'm not really sure where she is right now.
Burning Question: Well the good news is we don't have to worry about these alligators. That's not actually good news, is it?
