je prends son temps…

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Bien, merci.

Vas-y!

Seeking Spineless Lover, All Squid Apply

octopoteuthis deletron

What does five-and-a-half inches mean to you? For a squid it means unconditional love – male or female alike.

Living alone in the dark at the bottom of the pacific ocean has more to do with this same sex-sex relationship then the discovery of gay squid. Few details are known about Octopoteuthis deletron and its unusual mating ritual of embedding sperm into the flesh of its partner, but Octopoteuthis is among the first spineless invertebrates discovered to mate with the same sex. In a study based on 108 individual squid, equal numbers of males and females were embedded with sperm proving that doesn’t matter how deep your love is, as long as its 2,500 feet.

Apple Of My Eye

My favorite Cartoon

Check out this short short story (and cartoon) by James Thurber:

The Little Girl and the Wolf
One afternoon a big wolf waited in a dark forest for a little girl to come along carrying a basket of food to her grandmother. Finally a little girl did come along and she was carrying a basket of food. “Are you carrying that basket to your grandmother?” asked the wolf. The little girl said yes, she was. So the wolf asked her where her grandmother lived and the little girl told him and he disappeared into the wood.

When the little girl opened the door of her grandmother’s house she saw that there was somebody in bed with a nightcap and nightgown on. She had approached no nearer than twenty-five feet from the bed when she saw that it was not her grandmother but the wolf, for even in a nightcap a wolf does not look any more like your grandmother than the Metro-Goldwyn lion looks like Calvin Coolidge. So the little girl took an automatic out of her basket and shot the wolf dead.

Moral:
It is not so easy to fool little girls nowadays as it used to be.
— James Thurber, from Fables for Our Time
and Illustrated Poems, 1945

SacPress

Check out my contribution to Sacpress.com.

Quotation Rotation

I’m you’re huckleberry, Mark.

“The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can’t read them.”

–  Twain

North, East, West and South

Don’t Be Intimidated By A Little Skin.

I recently went to go see Alice and Wonderland. A fascinating collaboration between Burton and Disney that has many interpretations. But I will confess the whole time I just kept wondering if it would still work muted to Pink Floyd and some blacklight posters. I adored the cast and characters but now I find myself wanting to play imaginary. I wish I could fall into some random rabbit whole somewhere. So let’s pretend this isn’t for some homework assignment in my Ethics & Debate class, this is for my editorial picks section of some magazine I’m editor at. Ah, to dream the little dream.

Mesh Me Up

The Kind of Math I Understand.

I saw this on another wordpress blog. I love things like this. And yes, the modern art one is my favorite.

MCQ- I could never afford you, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t love you.

McQueen-GaGa

(This is from my homework post from my special topics in ethics and debate class)

Wow. Today has been tough enough and my little “vacation” to Reno truly took me away from it all, SO much SO, I didn’t even know this tragic event happened until now. And the sweet irony icing on this crap cake? That at this very moment when I opened this discussion and felt the heaviness of my eyes as I  realized what happened, I am watching Lady Gaga overload on Fuse and his famous Armadillo shoes are parading to every tap of my keyboard as I write this. RIP McQueen. I can’t say I will miss you as a man, because I didn’t know the first thing about you, but your talent, your enthusiasm, your imagination and your definition of FASHION, will be missed.

Not to be dramatic, but there is a regret,  I took him forgranted in so many ways. Not only does this affect the runways but music – we will never see another video with such intense and absolutely brilliant fashion like “Bad Romance” again. We are robbed of so much besides his life.

It’s funny this comes to mind but I’ve always said the best way to get over the death of a pet is to get a new one. But that just doesn’t work here. He’s like the Manet of fashion. He started an entire genre like Hitchcock. The house should remain as it always has. For obvious reasons it will never be the same and I don’t know who would even want to attempt such a feat. Perhaps they should take a leave of absence in observance of such a tragedy.  And I lied, it’s truly not Gucci that will never be the same, it’s the epitome of  Fashion at its core. He gave us everything a real couture designer can give, pure unadulterated talent. Believable and sublime.

Really, I’ll continue you this after some heavier spirits to lift mine, and perhaps a little solace. Needless to say it’s not every day a great designer dies in the fashion industry, NOT one like McQueen anyways.