Quote Of The Day

"Life is a descending minor arpeggio that never resolves."

- B.Makinen

Cosmic Void (Man On Woman)

The tricks of the trade haunt the human condition in a way that leaves scars deeper than problematic chainsaws gone wild and by that it is clear that women shall forever be blaming the flow of blood for the transgressions of imaginary gremlins inhabiting the souls of men whom they presume to have written the manual on, and by which the warm and comfortable conclusions, so desperately craved, can be held aloft as a triumphant banner proclaiming innocence, superiority, and transcendental self righteousness despite their wondrous bosoms bouncing with ultimate freedom and beyond the control of prudishness in a manner begging the immediate placement of infinitely varied nipples into the mouths of ever silent, ever hungry, and ever willing collectors of the ultimate and delicious universal truth - yum yum to the god of oral fixation for the gift of silence shall be enjoyed only when the mouth ceases to blabber on incessantly and finds itself content with primordal moans lost in the cosmic void.

Penelope The Worm

After buying a bug catching kit from the gift shop of the Butterfly Pavilion, Dakota and I drove home in the rain and talked of the worms that would be coming out in our back yard.

At home we jumped from our car and immediately set off on the hunt for a worm. After 12 failed attempts - those worms can book through dirt! - we caught a huge 8 inch worm and put it (Dakota named her Penelope) in a container far too small for the worm and the added dirt.

Five minutes later Dakota suggested we release Penelope back into the wild. Unable to get our fingers through the opening of the "cage", we tried to gently shake her out but she would not budge.

We tried placing the container on the ground in a patch of wet dirt near the spot where we had caught her and began calling to her to come on out. I finally managed to pry Penelope's head out with a twig she had curled around. While I held the cage upside down so that the worm dangled out, Dakota grabbed on and tugged her out the rest of the way then laid her down on the mud. It was rainy and cold.

Penelope never made it back underground. We tried covering her up with a clod of dirt, but found her dead the next morning. We learned that worms don't like being pulled out of their holes.

My daughter's next project was to build a slug house. Watch the video - click on the link at the top of this post.