This blog was formerly full of blatherskite, bosh, claptrap, double-talk, flapdoodle, drivel, pishposh, rubbish, twaddle; gibberish, babble, Greek, jabber, jabberwocky, nonsense, skimble-skamble. now, it's more like an empty stage around here. feel free to wander around the wings. don't trip on any props.
People of California! This is the person you have elected as governor of your state. Morons!
Nearly tropical air, 68 degrees Fahrenheit, 20 Celsius, what month is it, what season? The sunset gorgeous, the moon in the early night sky, just waning, but still so large and luminous, the moths all fly in vain to lick it. A long bike ride to find dinner, stopping at red lights to kiss, and kiss again. Himalayan food thwarted by power outage, Thai instead. On the way home (home!), finding the right street by accident, and practically gliding up and down hills, I live here now, we, in Berkeley; soon it will be raining and wintery, but tonight life is like the last, scrumptious course of an already unforgettable dinner. With a cherry on top.
This red mushroom is called a Fliegenpilz . (You may know it better as Amanita Muscaria.)
Here are two kittens who were born on my aunt's farm. The little black one didn't get enough milk as a wee kitten, and my aunt bottle-fed him. Now he's on his own. I watched him play with a tiny mouse one morning in the sun. He loves to be held and stroked much more than his big brother, but he's a wild little guy, too. Their mother is about a year old, and only slightly bigger than they are.
I met this goat while taking a three hour stroll with my parents in Germany, where I recently traveled. My dad kept saying, "She's in love with you!" because the goat was following me around as we walked back and forth. I fed it some grass. It nibbled delicately and waited patiently for more. It was also standing in a field full of grass, but it seemed to especially like the grass I fed it.
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