March 19, 2011: The Day the Laptop etc. Went Away

Due to unforseen circumstances (in this case, a burglary at our house), my posts will be restricted until I can get a replacement for my stolen laptop. That might be easier than recovering all the data I had on it since I was stupid enough not to have backed up everything onto my external hard drive.

Paradise, As in Green Cheese

—after Huuklyeand Cinquor

Poets weaned on bucolic should return

Every spring to old familiar meadows where

Transmogrified into sheep, they munch

On sweet, heavenly grass and dream

Of idyllic shepherds suckling their teats

Week after week. 

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Drooling over the Prospects

You who wish your every word

To be on everybody’s lips,

The next time you feel

Your creative juices over

Flowing, use a spittoon.

Moderator’s comments: I see what Cinquor’s aiming at, but when was the last time anybody saw—or more to the point—used a cuspidor?

Huuklyeand Cinquor As Well-Bred Epicurean Cynic

My sire and my lady exquisite connoisseurs

Of proper cast and breeding,

I was breast-fed first on caviar and wine,

Then led to believe the world was my oyster—

So where’s my pearl, you swine?

Moderator’s comments: Talk about biting the hand that feeds you—not even a titbit of gratitude and respect.

The Doors

Picture taken about 20 years ago, a few kilometers past the town of Zacharo on the Ionian coast on the way north to Patras. Sadly, this construct is no longer standing; whoever put it together using old doors is probably no longer standing either.

Thanks to Bob Arnold and his Earth Builder's post for the reminder.