I am in here.
I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking. — Christopher Isherwood (I wonder if any of you know what famous Broadway musical, later famous movie, was made from the book that this quote is from… answers in the comment section, pleeze!)
From the nice man at The Bleat Kids today. They don’t know. They’ve lost the lingo. When you’ve established that the nature of your coffee is BLACK, cream no longer enters into the picture. Ever. But you could walk up and say “Blorg chulavista spaz mocha” and she’d ask “Room for cream?” It’s the script. … Continue reading Coffee humor, for the morning
From the Cassini-Huygens spacecraft’s camera. Named, of course, for Christiaan Huygens and Giovanni Cassini. But you didn’t need me to tell you that, right? That really big black stripe, I do believe, was even named after Cassini.
Madrid is full of shopping, and some hustle and bustle, and the sidewalk cafés, but they are not the relaxed cafés of Barcelona. Too many people hurrying by. Not enough snack food that I find edible: too many baby squids in their own ink. I can appreciate a country without eating all its food, I … Continue reading Madrid
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