Berlin lit 19 Nov submission
Snapshot
A Session of Therapy
Gossamer
Shinny
Distraction
Jambalaya of ham and shrimp w/ tropical fruit chutnies
At Nancy’s Place
The meanings of sycophant
Finnegan’s Wake
Not quite viral, though still bacterial in its spread.
A Defence of Wishy-washy Liberalism
We enjoyed The Machinery, classic of its genre. There is plenty of action, a plausible though strangly contorted plot with a twist at the end. Only thing wrong was it has been previously, peremptorily dubbed into German. Since intra-Scandinavian relations are part of the setting, this blurs the distinction among Norwegian and Swedish.
After a while I became used to the dubbed German, so used that for a brief moment I took Nils Fermin for Heine. I did come to appreciate and recognize the individual voices of the anonymous dubbers. Also, I could easily follow the German, the dubbed version being concocted with trained actors who were speaking a synthetic “book” version of the language.
https://alteritas.net/pastis/page/7/
Rain on pines https://alteritas.net/pastis/page/7/
The Book Fairies.
Random thoughts on turkeys and bots.The former are friends. We don’t eat friends. Even spiders. Whatever bot, human, or what-not
Don t laugh at my mention of eating spiders. When I was three or so I did eat one, at least it is so recorded in family myth.
Why am I refreshing my Persian? What I am was I doing w Vietnamese?
An aside : he realized that he wanted to do it for you, not with you
A cockamanie idea.
Rabies prions ?
L’amore è eterno, finche dura.
Anaheim, Croft
I hate the MAGAts more than Trump himself.
https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2024/11/twitter-exodus-bluesky-conservative/680783/
… just as Spanish, or rather Greaser Mexican, has …
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bordertown_(Finnish_TV_series)
Mon Oeuvre :
First pub was in Canadian Dimension…
Canaji to Richard.
Here’s one old dog willing to learn new tricks.
Raw fish in Persian? ماهی خام
پشته دود
Smoke stack
ống khói
Schornstein
Hysterectomy in ….
Remember fishing for crawdads in the ditch in my front yard. They’d build these little mud clump mounds around the holes they’d hide in, all this when the ditches were full after seasonal rains. We’d take bacon, tie it onto the end of a piece of twine and use it to lure the crawdads out of their refuges. We’d catch them barehanded. Don’t remember ever eating them though.
https://alteritas.net/GXL/?p=4139 Montale’s Lemon Trees
Turkish
Romanian