Sarah was approaching the final bend before the first straight (where we are standing) and Rob said “woah Sarah’s way more aggressive into (and going round) that bend, much more aggressive than you did it”. 😲 “Awww that engine sounds incredible and so angry…THAT’S MY GIRL, ...
In this photo, the Mallard hen reaches up to strip seeds from an overhanging, overgrown, and unknown species of grass that was growing around the foot of the dragonfly pond. The hen is floating in the pond surrounded by her day-old brood. Here, the Mallard hen has pulled the overhanging...
With the relief of no longer looking like a child stalker, my levels of thirst seemed to sky-rocket as I stepped into the final two-hour push towards the bridge that would take me back to Fife. I could only hope that there was justONEshop that had a bathroom with a water-running tap...
Some time ago, I have received a question about one of my super old posts on Tumblr. It was a post I've been meaning ro revisit for reasons I'll talk about below, so I felt like it was a good time to do it. Once again, I decided to cross-post it on my blog after … ...
If Musk wants to use it as a vehicle to relive his start up days , I don’t have much hope for it. I still go on X to see what some people are doing, people who seem to be posting exclusively there. I was hopeful to jump to Threads, but after a flurry of activity, engagement...
In other words, critical legal studies was based on the understanding that the law is not a neutral and universal institution – but as soon as that critique was turned around on CLS itself, its advocates suddenly turned into the same squeamish liberals they’d spent their entire careers opposi...
me, an ex girlfriend, hotel bedroom, old frail man, treasure in the dirt and stone portal i would like to describe a dream i had on tuesday/wednesday night 29 Mar last and which has had a profound effect on me i was in a luxurious hotel with my ex…. we were not close emotionally...
into afternoon, I sat at the typewriter as I heard the drawling murmurs of those people who had attended the funeral arrived, I sat at the typewriter as sounds of china clinking and ice tinkling signaled the real moment of paying homage to PawPaw was to begin, I sat at the typewriter ...
was a set of golf clubs. As I walked past he said good morning in that way you do when trying to appear sober. I started laughing. You just know there was a P.R person freaking out because of what three-piece guy had done last night. And I really would love to know about the ...
anyone considering that this book is just so good. If you haven’t read the story of Kya, the Marsh Girl, I highly recommend that you do. Raised in a rural marsh on the North Carolina coast, Kya is brave, intelligent and extremely independent. I was rooting for her from the first ...