The Book of Pilgrimage, II, 22
By Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Anita Barrows
You are the future,
the red sky before sunrise
over the fields of time.
You are the cock's crow when night is done,
You are the dew and the bells of matins,
maiden, stranger, mother, death.
You create yourself in ever-changing shapes
that rise from the stuff of our days --
unsung, unmourned, undescribed,
like a forest we never knew.
You are the deep innerness of all things,
the last word that can never be spoken.
To each of us you reveal yourself differently:
to the ship as coastline, to the shore as a ship.
I feel reasonably accomplished tonight because I have finished all my trip laundry, saw perkypaduan for California Tortilla and a DVD (Close My Eyes, because what can beat naked Clive Owen, garrulous Alan Rickman and hot sibling incest), gotten my kids to a friend's house and back, burned trip photos for my parents, sent mamadracula her late birthday present, wrote three articles for TrekToday, answered untold numbers of comments, finished drafting Snucius #4 and wrote bare-bones outline porn with ldybastet while helping my son with Scrabble (he beat apaulled so I am pleased with myself, heh).
For the first time since right after I got my journal in 2002, I have a new layout! I wanted to switch to S2 so that I could use tags and also to keep my sidebar content. Many thanks to hak42 for discovering it for me. There's information about it here and a community, s2smoothsailing.
And thanks to the wonderful boxer_ferret I discovered that the Loews in Georgetown is showing Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World on the big screen this Thursday night and was giving away free passes online, so I now have a pass for me and apaulled to go see the movie at the same theater where we first saw it, also on a free pass won online, several days before it opened nationally. We went out for Thai food first and I expected that to be the highlight of the evening, as I was apathetic about the naval story and only lukewarm when it came to Russell Crowe. I did not know when I left home that evening that it would change my life. So I am very, very happy to get to relive the experience, also for free and in the very same theater!
A bobcat demonstrates that cats will be cats, even wild ones.
Here's a llama, there's a llama, and another little llama...
Flamingoes show off their absurd sleeping positions.
Cranky warm rhea.
While one otter lounges on a raft, the other goes for a swim.
A pelican in the waterfowl lake.
Prairie dogs brave the heat to retrieve their lunch.