"good god." "yes, that's just what the hebrews thought."
(guess what was on when i turned on the tv. :D )
we're all about the links and the poetry today.
in 1879 a botanist in michigan buried twenty bottles full of dirt and seeds, as part of a long-running experiment to see how long seeds could remain viable. it's still going.
last year archaeologists discovered the earliest domesticated dog in arabia. it was found with human remains, presumably of its people, and it lived 6000 years ago. arf. :D
i just thought this was an interesting article. it's about a welsh sheep farmer, written by said sheep farmer. he's been eating the same thing for ten years. question for the brits in the audience: what are "sandwiches with paste"? like, what kind of paste? (dude eats four of them for lunch, plus a pear and an orange.)
the beauty of jazz & blues voices,
syncopation of syllables flowing
free form through improvising sentences
sluicing, embracing, metaphors glowing
eyes in the dark are words imitating
fireflies pulsating bright in a black sky
are gleaming eyes of a prowling black panther
suddenly clicking on bright as flashlight beams
under moon rays probing hidden places
isolated mysterious somewhere
deep in a buzzing alive countryside
--"Sonic Fireflies", Quincy Troupe
we're all about the links and the poetry today.
in 1879 a botanist in michigan buried twenty bottles full of dirt and seeds, as part of a long-running experiment to see how long seeds could remain viable. it's still going.
last year archaeologists discovered the earliest domesticated dog in arabia. it was found with human remains, presumably of its people, and it lived 6000 years ago. arf. :D
i just thought this was an interesting article. it's about a welsh sheep farmer, written by said sheep farmer. he's been eating the same thing for ten years. question for the brits in the audience: what are "sandwiches with paste"? like, what kind of paste? (dude eats four of them for lunch, plus a pear and an orange.)
the beauty of jazz & blues voices,
syncopation of syllables flowing
free form through improvising sentences
sluicing, embracing, metaphors glowing
eyes in the dark are words imitating
fireflies pulsating bright in a black sky
are gleaming eyes of a prowling black panther
suddenly clicking on bright as flashlight beams
under moon rays probing hidden places
isolated mysterious somewhere
deep in a buzzing alive countryside
--"Sonic Fireflies", Quincy Troupe