OulandishDram—Sam, in 55 days!
This is just to tide us over. Jamie in the flesh. Outlander, coming soon!
SAM!
Author: L.E. Hansen
The Onion
” The Onion” a satyrical magazine just printed an article about no more Catholic Priests being allowed in Hell. Regardless of a stance or side taken, this is the greatest portrayal of Satan I’ve seen in some time. (I just noticed that satyr is the beginning of satyrical. Hummm.)
The article reads that the 9th ring of Hell (according to Dante of course) is become so crowded as to make further accommodations impossible. Further, the Father of Evil declared, the Catholics (Priests) rather creep him out. He says they are seriously messed up and unrepentant.
Apparently too much for the Rebel of Heavenly Powers who himself was kicked out of the Palace of Opulence. But for Pride, not incest. Hence his undeniable belief in his superiority over the Princes of Greed and “odorous foul-smelling rot.” They are stinking up Hell.
*Whew*
Blue
Posted on Modern Art 20th Century
This is from Pablo’s “Blue Period.” It’s called Woman In A Flowered Hat.
Just think, this was painted in 1901. I wonder, had it been purchased then, at what profit today.
Boathouses
These photos are from Bob Good Photography, taken at Lawrence Lake near La Crosse.
I look at these, walk down the dock and I can smell the scent of the water and fish, feel the slap-slap movement of the boards, know the calls of the birds skimming the water. For so many years summer life centered on the water and the boathouses there. Beer was kept by being dropped into the cold of the river. (Fish nets put to good use.) Many a beer, many a fish fry. Diving off docks, swimming against the current.
It’s where we lived, it’s where we played and slept. Then you could keep boathouses directly on the river and ours were docked just past and under the big Mississippi bridge that crossed over to Minnesota. When those were gone we were not allowed to replace them. Time moved on, faster than the current and quicker than a walleye jumping for a June bug.
Now these photos below of the lake are for a different story. The one that will be told of lakes and eddies where it’s still okay for the parking of the boats and boathouses. They’re not on the Mississippi; they’re not in the way of the main lane for the big boats, the new business of summer, the new Riverboat Queen.
And so it goes—another bridge built, another song. And I wonder how they keep their beer cold?
More On The Clouded
This is a P.S. to “In The Wild.” Thanks to the Smithsonian for the information and the photos. And I am quite pleased to learn they could chuff. Also for the explanation on how their limited vocalizations came to be.
Due to a different bone structure in their neck, the clouded leopard cannot roar like the larger cats, but also cannot purr because it lacks the fully ossified hyoid bone that allows small cats this ability. Vocalizations include growling, hissing and chuffing.
What is most interesting and very sad is that there was a quick flash of “Cloud Leopards For Sale” as I clicked through places to get the desired information. This in light of these lovely creatures being in danger and protected. It seems once more that the greed of the human species is unbounded.
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