It’s been almost 20 years and I am still haunted by the memory of Krishna’s vagina.
Tuesday, 31 May 2005
And barring any lapses in sanity, that’s where I’ll be instead of here for awhile. If you miss me, there are well over 650 entries in the QueryLog now. Make a dent in it or read the dictionary cover to cover before you bitch.
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A Hare was making fun of the Tortoise one day for being so slow.
“Do you ever get anywhere?” he asked with a mocking laugh.
“Yes,” replied the Tortoise, “and I get there sooner than you think. I’ll run you a race and prove it.”
The Hare was much amused at the idea of running a race with the Tortoise, but for the fun of the thing he agreed. So the Fox, who had consented to act as judge, marked the distance and started the runners off.
The Hare was soon far out of sight, and to make the Tortoise feel very deeply how ridiculous it was for him to try a race with a Hare, he lay down beside the course to take a nap until the Tortoise should catch up.
The Tortoise meanwhile kept going slowly but steadily, and, after a time, passed the place where the Hare was sleeping. But the Hare slept on very peacefully; and when at last he did wake up, the Tortoise was near the goal. The Hare now ran his swiftest, but he could not overtake the Tortoise in time.
Take that, subspace.
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Re: This is my yard, suckers
You have fiddle heads in your back yard? Sweet!
By rekounas on 2 May 2007 · 12:18
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Re: This is my yard, suckers
Lots more too—sword fern, epiphytic fern, lady fern, bracken fern.
I have never eaten them though. I think the bracken fern is the closest(?) to the ostrich fern(?) that is in Canada that is the best to eat, but that’s from distant memory so it might be wrong.
There are a lot of edible plants here but the field guide says most of them are slightly carcinogeous so I only eat the salmon berries. Actually I only chew them up and then spit out the seeds because they grow like crazy wherever they aren’t trampled or killed by non-native ivy and blackberry.
By Ashley on 2 May 2007 · 12:58
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Re: This is my yard, suckers
Yeah, the Ostrich fern is the variety around here. They're considered a delicacy to some, coming into season soon, too. They're cooked similar to asparagus - sauteed with butter and a little salt - not over-cooked - still firm to the touch. They have a wild taste to them; some would say an acquired taste.
By jody on 3 May 2007 · 04:39
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