Robin’s come down with the grippe! There’s no time to waste. Quick, Alfred, heat the Bat Soup!
PA CatJanuary 28, 2020, 3:00 PM
Gerard, if you think that the cruelty inflicted on Chinese bats is appalling, you don’t want to know how the Chinese prepare cats and dogs for human consumption. I’m not going to post any links here. Meanwhile, cuddle Miss Olive extra protectively tonight and tell her that she’s blessed to have a good home in the U.S.A.
Snakepit KansasJanuary 28, 2020, 3:32 PM
I unwittingly ate hog brains several times at a bar/restaurant close to where I lived while in the Philippines. Pork sisig was quite good, mixed in with grilled onions, local chilis, ginger, garlic and kalamansi (tiny limes) juice. Served on a screaming hot cast iron plate, an egg as cracked on top of it all, stirred and cooked in instantly. Side of steamed rice and San Mig beer, it was fantastic. But once I found out it was hog brains, well, no more.
After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
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Robin’s come down with the grippe! There’s no time to waste. Quick, Alfred, heat the Bat Soup!
Gerard, if you think that the cruelty inflicted on Chinese bats is appalling, you don’t want to know how the Chinese prepare cats and dogs for human consumption. I’m not going to post any links here. Meanwhile, cuddle Miss Olive extra protectively tonight and tell her that she’s blessed to have a good home in the U.S.A.
I unwittingly ate hog brains several times at a bar/restaurant close to where I lived while in the Philippines. Pork sisig was quite good, mixed in with grilled onions, local chilis, ginger, garlic and kalamansi (tiny limes) juice. Served on a screaming hot cast iron plate, an egg as cracked on top of it all, stirred and cooked in instantly. Side of steamed rice and San Mig beer, it was fantastic. But once I found out it was hog brains, well, no more.
Is it true that “you are what you eat”?