Isolated Blurt Thread

[cloudy]

Speculate away... I have absolutely no idea - it's a total mystery to me. I cannot remember any details of the dream, cept telling a friend of mine that we're moving there...

So how is the weather? What should I pack?

It's very close to paradise....

 

[Nirvanadragones]

It's very close to paradise....

How similar is our definition of paradise?

 

[Belegon]

Speculate away... I have absolutely no idea - it's a total mystery to me. I cannot remember any details of the dream, cept telling a friend of mine that we're moving there...

So how is the weather? What should I pack?

sweetie, this is my paradise...we simply don't do extremes of temperature here...


now, other extremes? well...





yes, we do those...



edit: I would like to note that I wrote this before reading Cloudy's post

 

[Belegon]

How similar is our definition of paradise?

we rarely are more that 20 degrees farenheit away from 75...

we could use a little more rain on occassion.

I have mountains to my east and the beach to my west. There are both winter snows and desert heat within driving distance.

I'd love it if you moved here...



of course, I would be expecting some others with you...

 

[Guest]

Mmmmm!

Just don't tell the SO that we've had a fling. The quality of my day could go drastically downhill.

Shan't say a word ABG, of course, was slightly jealous, but he's too dignified to fling himself heedlessly at a horsie!

 

[Guest]

Two more sleeps til San Diego...two more sleeps til San Diego....

 

[Guest]

Two interesting events have anniversaries on this date -- from The Writer's Almanac

It was on this day in 1945 that the first atomic bomb was exploded at 5:30 a.m., one hundred and twenty miles south of Albuquerque, New Mexico. It was the end result of the Manhattan Project, which had started in 1939. The bomb contained a ball of plutonium about the size of a baseball, surrounded by a ring of uranium and a series of detonators. Its main pieces were placed on the backseat of an army jeep and driven to the test site, where the bomb was assembled and positioned at the top of a hundred-foot steel tower for the test explosion.

At 2:00 a.m. on this day in 1945, a thunderstorm blew in from the Gulf of Mexico. The men assembling the bomb had to do so in the midst of a lightning storm, wondering what would happen if lightning struck the tower. But the weather cleared up just before dawn. They started the countdown fifteen seconds before 5:30 a.m. The physicists and military men watched from about 10,000 yards away. They all wore Welder's glasses and suntan lotion.

One of the physicists who was there that day said, "We were lying there, very tense, in the early dawn, and there were just a few streaks of gold in the east; you could see your neighbor very dimly. ... Suddenly, there was an enormous flash of light, the brightest light I have ever seen ... it bored its way right through you. It was a vision which was seen with more than the eye. It was seen to last forever. ... There was an enormous ball of fire which grew and grew and it rolled as it grew; it went up into the air, in yellow flashes and into scarlet and green. It looked menacing. It seemed to come toward one."

The ball of fire rose rapidly, releasing four times the heat of the interior of the sun, followed by a mushroom cloud that extended forty thousand feet into the sky. Tests showed that it had released energy equal to 21,000 tons of TNT. The burst of light was so bright that it lit up the moon. An army captain in Albuquerque who knew about the test could see the explosion from his hotel room, more than a hundred miles away.

Later, when the scientists went to examine the site of the explosion, they found a crater in the ground 1200 feet in diameter. The ground was covered with a green, glassy substance, which was actually sand that had been fused into glass by the heat.

At the time, the military announced that an ammunitions dump had exploded, and a few weeks later the atom bomb was dropped on Hiroshima.




It was on this day in 1951 that the J.D. Salinger's first and only novel, The Catcher in the Rye, was published. In 1941, Salinger (books by this author) sent The New Yorker a story called "Slight Rebellion Off Madison," about a troubled teenager named Holden Caulfield, and The New Yorker bought it. It was November of 1941, and The New Yorker planned to run the story in their Christmas issue. But that December, Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, and Salinger's story was put on hold. It was considered too trivial in a time of war.

Salinger enlisted in the army and he participated in the invasion of Normandy on D-Day. For the next several months he saw some of the bloodiest fighting of the war, including the Battle of the Bulge. At the end of the war Salinger checked into an Army general hospital in Nuremberg, suffering from a nervous breakdown.

It was after Salinger's release from the hospital that he sent out for publication the first Holden Caulfield story narrated by Holden Caulfield himself, a story called "I'm Crazy." It was published in Collier's in December of 1945. One year later, in 1946, The New Yorker finally published "Slight Rebellion Off Madison," which they had been holding onto since before the war began.

Salinger continued publishing short stories for the rest of the 1940s, most of them in The New Yorker, and in 1949, the editor, Robert Giroux, wrote him to ask if he wanted to publish a collection of short stories. Giroux didn't hear back from Salinger for months, and then, one day, Salinger walked into his office.

Giroux said, "A tall, sad-looking young man with a long face and deep-set black eyes walked in, saying, 'It's not my stories that should be published first, but the novel I'm working on ... about this kid in New York during the Christmas holidays.'" Giroux said he'd love to publish it, but when it was finished one of his superiors thought the kid in the book seemed too crazy. So Salinger published The Catcher in the Rye with Little, Brown and Company, and it came out on this day in 1951.

It reached the best-seller list after being in print just two weeks, and it stayed there for more than six months. It has gone on to sell more than sixty million copies.

 

[matriarch]

It's very close to paradise....

Nah, its too sunny and hot for paradise.
The gosling and I live in paradise. Back in UK.

 

[cloudy]

Nah, its too sunny and hot for paradise.
The gosling and I live in paradise. Back in UK.

believe it or not, I've grown used to cooler climes, myself.

 

[minsue]

Nah, its too sunny and hot for paradise.
The gosling and I live in paradise. Back in UK.

In the summer. Come winter, methinks I'm gonna have to beg to differ if memory serves.

 

[Guest]

In the summer. Come winter, methinks I'm gonna have to beg to differ if memory serves.

There's a website called Sensitivelight.com, a photography site. The photographer lives in the UK. He's got several landscape series, one of which is pictures of a bluebell wood. That looks about as close to paradise as I've seen.

But sometimes Florida is paradise. In February when the rest of the northern Hemisphere is cold or grey, and night comes too early, the azaleas bloom. The nights are just chilly enough for a sweater, the sky is a glorious blue, and everything is convinced it's spring, even when it freezes for a night or two. The sunlight slants in the waking direction. I don't want to be anywhere else.

Until July

Maybe paradise is portable

 

[artisticbiguy]

Shan't say a word ABG, of course, was slightly jealous, but he's too dignified to fling himself heedlessly at a horsie!

Not too dignified, but I know that physical attractiveness is not the way to snag a horse of Shang's deference and taste. One needs to be witty, charming, well read, intelligent and have impecable language skills. I am not thus, as such throwing myself at the equine would only leave me trampled. Envious I am, but I know my place

 

[minsue]

There's a website called Sensitivelight.com, a photography site. The photographer lives in the UK. He's got several landscape series, one of which is pictures of a bluebell wood. That looks about as close to paradise as I've seen.

But sometimes Florida is paradise. In February when the rest of the northern Hemisphere is cold or grey, and night comes too early, the azaleas bloom. The nights are just chilly enough for a sweater, the sky is a glorious blue, and everything is convinced it's spring, even when it freezes for a night or two. The sunlight slants in the waking direction. I don't want to be anywhere else.

Until July

Maybe paradise is portable

It must be portable. She took me through a forest blanketed with flowers, including bluebells, and you're right - it's stunning. And winters here in AZ are when everything is in bloom, in a riotous hurry to get as many flowers as possible before summer kills it off. We just need to win the lottery so we can have the best of both worlds.

 

[Guest]

Not too dignified, but I know that physical attractiveness is not the way to snag a horse of Shang's deference and taste. One needs to be witty, charming, well read, intelligent and have impecable language skills. I am not thus, as such throwing myself at the equine would only leave me trampled. Envious I am, but I know my place

Sometimes it's just having a strong arm and a good hand with the crop to make a horse agreeable

 

[artisticbiguy]

Sometimes it's just having a strong arm and a good hand with the crop to make a horse agreeable

I'm not butch enough for that... you know I ride english saddle! (hate western saddles. too fucking big and they make it difficult to lean against the neck of the horse)

 

[Guest]

I'm not butch enough for that... you know I ride english saddle! (hate western saddles. too fucking big and they make it difficult to lean against the neck of the horse)

But with English, it's all in the legs!

 

[artisticbiguy]

But with English, it's all in the legs!

where do you think I got my legs so young? posting takes a lot of thigh strength

 

[Guest]

where do you think I got my legs so young? posting takes a lot of thigh strength

One of the reasons I love you so much

 

[BlackShanglan]

Sometimes it's just having a strong arm and a good hand with the crop to make a horse agreeable

I'm not butch enough for that...

Now, now - not everyone needs to be butch in this world.

Envious I am, but I know my place ...

There's always room for a stableboy who knows his place.

Shanglan

 

[Guest]

Now, now - not everyone needs to be butch in this world.



There's always room for a stableboy who knows his place.

Shanglan

And I know just the place to place him!

 

[BlackShanglan]

And I know just the place to place him!

Wait, wait, don't tell me! I'm having all sorts of fun imagining.

 

[Huckleman2000]

There's a website called Sensitivelight.com, a photography site. The photographer lives in the UK. He's got several landscape series, one of which is pictures of a bluebell wood. That looks about as close to paradise as I've seen.

But sometimes Florida is paradise. In February when the rest of the northern Hemisphere is cold or grey, and night comes too early, the azaleas bloom. The nights are just chilly enough for a sweater, the sky is a glorious blue, and everything is convinced it's spring, even when it freezes for a night or two. The sunlight slants in the waking direction. I don't want to be anywhere else.

Until July

Maybe paradise is portable

Wow, you get azaleas in February? I love those. Here in Seattle we're getting heather flowering about that time, but mostly it's those freaky ornamental cabbages that I wrote about in another thread once. I think someone said they're kales. Whatever - they look like they escaped from a vegetable garden, and not the sort of thing someone should be growing in an urn on their doorstep. [sorry, this is a touchy subject. I live in a townhome community, and the homeowners' association doesn't allow vegetable gardens, or any personal plantings that aren't in a pot or window box. The grounds are well-kept and uniform, and completely devoid of individual personality, except for the seasonal annuals in the pots. So, all winter, we get ornamental cabbages. ]

 

[matriarch]

It must be portable. She took me through a forest blanketed with flowers, including bluebells, and you're right - it's stunning. And winters here in AZ are when everything is in bloom, in a riotous hurry to get as many flowers as possible before summer kills it off. We just need to win the lottery so we can have the best of both worlds.

We won't win if we don't buy tickets.
We forgot again.

 

[McKenna]

Jet lag, jet lag, rah rah rah!

 

[scheherazade_79]

Jet lag, jet lag, rah rah rah!

I can relate to that. It's coming up to 4am here... and I'm awake