eyes closed.


...O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

Joyce, Ulysses

For Bloomsday.

This is my only talent

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.
Thomas Wolfe

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rotten apples.

These are German Hippos

(From the AP, found via BBC's Day in Pictures.)
(That the hippos are German is not really relevant to anything.)
(Unless of course that pumpkin is Jewish.)

You might think that this picture is all about the hippopotamus in the foreground, munching on a pumpkin, but you'd be wrong. While pumpkin-devouring hippo #1 is certainly eye-catching, the real star of this image is the smug and eager smile on the face of hippo #2, in the background. That is the smile of a hippo that sees a pumpkin on its way. You can almost picture it wiggling in pleasurable anticipation.
I can't explain or defend my love of this picture. I've been coming back to it all week.
Fun fact! The hippopotamus is not a close relative of other terrestrial even-toed ungulates, like you might think. Hippos are more closely related to cetaceans, which is to say that they are more like porpoises than like pigs. Though they are not actually all that much like either.

Also, I broke my foot. Specifically, the second metatarsal bone in my left foot. I have been limping for weeks, and have been trying to be a man about it, but since the fracture was confirmed this morning, I feel due for a little public complaining. Plus, remember that time that I showed you that totally bitchin' picture of a hippopotamus eating a pumpkin, and there was this other hippopotamus smiling in the background? Yeah, I mean, you kind of owed me for that.

Ow ow ow.

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Stars are again like a teary ballad, and at nights
dogs tune their cloven violins.
I do not let sorrow come,
I do not let it near.
A thousand feet of snow over my heart.
I mumble a lot to myself, in the street
I sing aloud.
Sometimes I see myself in passing, with a hat, perfect food
for winds, with some thought or other aslant.
I talk about death, when I mean life. I walk with my papers
in a mess, I don't own a single theory, only a swearing dog.
When I ask for liquor, I'm offered ice-cream,
I may be a Spaniard, with my hairline
low like this, indeed:
I may not be from these parts.
I sweat, trying to talk, once and a while
I tremble.
Almost more than for my death, I mourn for my birth.
And all I ask for
is a thousand feet of snow over my heart.

Sirkka Turkka
(Translation by Kirsti Simonsuuri)
red hood.

Fridays are For Cheery News!

This is getting picked up everywhere, but allow me to direct your attention to reports that more than one percent of the adult population of the US is in prison. This is, as you may guess, a record, and is an increase not reflective of a similar rise in the crime rate, but of an increase in harsher sentencing (and stricter sentencing requirements). We're beating out China, both by proportion of the population and in raw numbers: in the US, we have 750 prisoners per 100,000 population, or 2.3 million people being held this year, where as China has 119 prisoners per 100,000 population, or 1.5 million people being held.
You can read more about it at BBC news, or download the report here.
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