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~'After Hours' by Velvet Underground because the form and content work together just about as perfectly as any i can remember. maybe Cake's 'I will survive' is a far-away second place.
~Leaving Las Vegas because it's tender, tragic, heartbreaking, frustrating, funny.
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The male Lincolnfish is solitary by design. It does not travel in schools, but, rather, in a group of no more than three. Even this is somewhat rare, however, as they are known to prefer lone travel. To see more than two together is a brilliant, flickering sight to behold.
The fish's color is so silver that it borders on white. Or perhaps, it is the other way around. In the deep, powdery recesses of the ocean, the Lincolnfish is neither predator, nor prey. As it flees to the very dark bottom, it does so in order to rejuvenate its sheen.
Students of the Lincolnfish have discovered that the particular and very specific recipe of silt and fine residual grains of coral work as a type of exfoliant which 'polishes' the fish's exterior. He performs a rather rapturous roiling in his sandy bath that disrupts the immediate area and turns it into a mess of beige and pink clouds. Once the Lincolnfish returns to the intermediary level of the ocean, his primary habitat, he does so with a newly vibrant appeal.
This brings us to the Lincolnfish mating ritual. Like many other species, it is the male Lincolnfish that pursues the female, but he does so in an almost passive/aggressive manner.
You see, the reason that the lucky Lincolnfish must rejuvenate his exterior is because in order to capture the attention of a female, the male will rub the side of its body against the rather rough coral, leaving brilliantly-colored scales behind to signify his virility and potency. He then hangs about waiting for the female to approach. So, he primps, he paints, he waits and he pounces.
~Leaving Las Vegas because it's tender, tragic, heartbreaking, frustrating, funny.
~"The moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell." -Tom Waits. the most accurate, non-scientific explanation of the moon i've ever heard.
hiya gang. today was... a moody pre-teen.
i know when i wake and the sun is up full it's going to be a semi-non-disastrous day, no matter what medical results are waiting for me. i know that when i feel totally at ease bringing out the seersucker trou that 'my' seasons are on their ways and sundresses and strappy heels are sure to follow. i had a great weekend 'round the pool and i'm feeling California. but, as if to snap me back into place, as if to tell me 'don't get ahead of your happy self, hairgrove', today was a mix of sweet and weird.
sweet: fine weather, at work early and looking fab.
sweet: decent work load
sweet: time enough to hit the post office at lunch
weird: thankless bitch cut in front of me in line at said post office. very rude and on her mobile phone.
weird: i didn't tell her she was rude
sweet: fella behind me said, "i saw her cut in front of you." i said 'yea, choosin' my battles these days.' he said, "well, hey, she gets helped first, but you've got your looks."
sweet: passport is on its way to our blasted department of state
weird: when did passport photos go from costing me 5$ to 15$? yea, it's been that long since i traveled proper
sweet: only took 10 minutes at the post office
sweet: that left me the rest of the hour to walk hard along the embarcadero
sweet: with weather like this, it's a sundress, meet strangers and a BR-549 day
weird: went for a walk on the pier where any number of puckered men were fishing. i watched one man kneel over a small fish, paying it no heed as he disentangled his lure. this little silver fish quivered and plopped around for a while until the guy picked it up and tossed it into a pink take-out bag that already contained three other fish of the same type. he went back to his lure. and that bag just kept jerking. each time it stopped i felt relieved, but then the jerking would start again and startle me again and this went on until i couldn't bear to stay there anymore.
there i was amongst a dozen fishermen with my eyes welling up.
i can imagine being tossed away carelessly (from lovers to hospitals), but the persistent jerk of the bag meant such a struggle for life. i've known that, too. but never from the inside of a chinese take-out bag. knock wood. i mean, i've seen james colburn struggle for it in Charade, but that's Hollywoodweird.
thanks for hanging on, gang. more news to come as april takes on its own life.
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The male Lincolnfish is solitary by design. It does not travel in schools, but, rather, in a group of no more than three. Even this is somewhat rare, however, as they are known to prefer lone travel. To see more than two together is a brilliant, flickering sight to behold.
The fish's color is so silver that it borders on white. Or perhaps, it is the other way around. In the deep, powdery recesses of the ocean, the Lincolnfish is neither predator, nor prey. As it flees to the very dark bottom, it does so in order to rejuvenate its sheen.
Students of the Lincolnfish have discovered that the particular and very specific recipe of silt and fine residual grains of coral work as a type of exfoliant which 'polishes' the fish's exterior. He performs a rather rapturous roiling in his sandy bath that disrupts the immediate area and turns it into a mess of beige and pink clouds. Once the Lincolnfish returns to the intermediary level of the ocean, his primary habitat, he does so with a newly vibrant appeal.
This brings us to the Lincolnfish mating ritual. Like many other species, it is the male Lincolnfish that pursues the female, but he does so in an almost passive/aggressive manner.
You see, the reason that the lucky Lincolnfish must rejuvenate his exterior is because in order to capture the attention of a female, the male will rub the side of its body against the rather rough coral, leaving brilliantly-colored scales behind to signify his virility and potency. He then hangs about waiting for the female to approach. So, he primps, he paints, he waits and he pounces.
As one would expect, being solitary by design, the Lincolnfish is an absentee father. Perhaps Mother Nature's method of justice comes here in to play. Shortly after mating, the male Lincolnfish is rendered paralyzed for, sometimes, nearly up to an half hour. This obviously makes him easy prey and he is quite often gobbled up by his number one enemy, the most unsightly DevilStinger Scorpionfish.
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words: fish & hour
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