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I don't think I'm going to have the actual poison oak dermatitis, but that's not the nice fellow's fault.
We've been wanting to extend our mushroom season, so we went back to the "chanterelle spot" off Empire Grade. In the last month, the poison oak has leafed out and grown tall. I'm traditionally immune so I'm not freaked out completely, but I told him if I do break out he'll never hear the end of it.
No edibles, but some pits -- looks like the pigs and deer have been combing the duff (well, mud, actually). We saw some clear hoofprints and some scat -- deer and coyote. And a lot of interesting-looking shelf fungus and I forgot my camera.
Which is really too bad because the flowers were cooking along. The cynoglossom that I saw last time was still doing its thing, though a lot of them had faded from blue to pink and a lot more had set seed. There were little yellow violets near the road and little white violets farther in. And single white irises sitting their solitary selves in the stream banks and ditches. And more poison oak than you can imagine. It's lovely anyways. And some other flowers whose names I don't know.
And now I've got the crawlies, worrying about ticks, you know.
Oh, also, I made a terrible mistake: I went to see "Sin City." It is very well made, so it's not a mistake for everyone, but I'm kind of a wuss -- no boundaries to speak of -- and I lasted less than ten minutes, I think -- anyway not to the end of the little girl sequence -- before I had to leave and go to the Bookshop to wait for the nice fellow.
I thought Mothers and Other Monsters would be out, but not until June, so I read a flippant gay murder mystery set in New Orleans, involving a figure skater and the death mask of Napoleon.
I didn't write, but I did conduct war against oxalis. I found that many of my perennials have made it through the flood season and have endured months of neglect.
We've been wanting to extend our mushroom season, so we went back to the "chanterelle spot" off Empire Grade. In the last month, the poison oak has leafed out and grown tall. I'm traditionally immune so I'm not freaked out completely, but I told him if I do break out he'll never hear the end of it.
No edibles, but some pits -- looks like the pigs and deer have been combing the duff (well, mud, actually). We saw some clear hoofprints and some scat -- deer and coyote. And a lot of interesting-looking shelf fungus and I forgot my camera.
Which is really too bad because the flowers were cooking along. The cynoglossom that I saw last time was still doing its thing, though a lot of them had faded from blue to pink and a lot more had set seed. There were little yellow violets near the road and little white violets farther in. And single white irises sitting their solitary selves in the stream banks and ditches. And more poison oak than you can imagine. It's lovely anyways. And some other flowers whose names I don't know.
And now I've got the crawlies, worrying about ticks, you know.
Oh, also, I made a terrible mistake: I went to see "Sin City." It is very well made, so it's not a mistake for everyone, but I'm kind of a wuss -- no boundaries to speak of -- and I lasted less than ten minutes, I think -- anyway not to the end of the little girl sequence -- before I had to leave and go to the Bookshop to wait for the nice fellow.
I thought Mothers and Other Monsters would be out, but not until June, so I read a flippant gay murder mystery set in New Orleans, involving a figure skater and the death mask of Napoleon.
I didn't write, but I did conduct war against oxalis. I found that many of my perennials have made it through the flood season and have endured months of neglect.
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Re: "Sin City"
er, righhht....
Along some similar avenues, have you seen -?:
The Saragossa Manuscript
Queen of Spades (1949, Anton Wolbrook)
The Last Samurai
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
Black Magic (Orson Welles)
I saw the PBS special on Emma Goldman.
The website at pbs.org has additional material,
including samples of Mother Earth magazine.
Good show.
I saw Sin City today, at the Sony Metreon so, good trailers prior to screening of the main feature (not an overload of prevues, that's a step in the right direction, and no comercials. I mean, do me a favor - when I saw The Incredibles the Mountain View multiplex actually ran am TV sitcom commercial... that's yow! Especially for $8 admission, yada yada, etc.
Anyways, nothing happens to the little girl in Sin City.. to make a long story short... the movie is way way over the top but it's not sick or gory in the true sense of gorehound mania, but throw in uncomfortable seating and sound distortion, I concede how it would make one uncomfortable to anticipate more unsettling scenes.
Get into groovie and make a movie!