the bowerbird calls

Post by **Lightning Rod** » January 8th, 2005, 9:10 pm

off our meds tonight, are we, zoso?

perezoso · Post by **perezoso** » January 8th, 2005, 9:14 pm

Meds? That's funny Scarecrow. I don't take meds, but I do teach writing and literature, but I doubt you 'd be able to get in since there are entrance exams in both Literature and mathematics...

But you do try hard: we'll give ya an A for effort, but, alas, a D for performance....

Post by **Doreen Peri** » January 8th, 2005, 9:16 pm

LOL!!!!!!

Don Rickles Mail Order School of Comedy.

oh yeah!

too funny.

perezoso · Post by **perezoso** » January 8th, 2005, 9:18 pm

It may seem like Don Rickles to one who has never read anything remotely resembling wit or satire.

Post by **Lightning Rod** » January 8th, 2005, 9:18 pm

them that can
do
them that can't
teach

perezoso · Post by **perezoso** » January 8th, 2005, 9:20 pm

Trite. I guess since you can neither do nor teach, you can sell dope, eh?

Post by **Lightning Rod** » January 8th, 2005, 9:24 pm

I do and I teach
but alas, these days I only buy.

Post by **Doreen Peri** » January 8th, 2005, 9:28 pm

Well, I like to read Dave Barry's "Wit's End" occasionally and I read Swift's "Gulliver's Travels" once upon a time.

Does that count?

LOL!

*wink*

perezoso · Post by **perezoso** » January 8th, 2005, 9:28 pm

Alright, I have had enough fun "dommeing" you, at least for now.

Bone Nuit.

Post by **Lightning Rod** » January 8th, 2005, 9:37 pm

yer my favorite dominatrix, zoso

perezoso · Post by **perezoso** » January 8th, 2005, 9:39 pm

Naw Miss Scarecrow-Rot, MASTER. and you, poor clown, are Slave.. Dat's the Names. Put it to memory.

Post by **Doreen Peri** » January 8th, 2005, 9:45 pm

G'night, Dom Reckless!

Come back manana and recite us some Italian Petrarchian verse, ok?

We do love you, y'know.

Post by **mindbum** » January 9th, 2005, 6:37 pm

zlats-

you answered some rhetorical questions... not that you could have known...
that gascoigne url is the very one i've been looking at. when i have the patience i enjoy the luminarium site.

i am the worst editor and the best editor. depends on the moment. i hate editing. but it's all just the jumble of the brain. i love it.

see?

as far as science and art are concerned... they’ve always belonged together in my mind. or they are the things that interest me most. which i guess is nice since i dont think they get mixed enough.

ab-

frankly, my family had a bird when i was 10 or 12. my mother didnt like the parakeet mess and kept in the spare bedroom. i think it died of lack of heat. sad.

i’ve not studied birds. i read a bunch of articles about em online and in a mag or two around the house and went from there. but your bird story is interesting. considering the polygamous behavior of bower birds and the monogamy of a lot of other birds... you cant manage to be polygamous if you gotta worry about building a nest for a lady bird... sometimes a bird cant decide which lady bird to chase...

but, if it really took the jilted female a year to re-mate(if you’ll pardon the non-term) does that make her a very good mate? i mean selection-wise shouldnt she have been looking for the next man to finish up her nest so she could lay a clutch and continue the lineage?

this is a very interesting bird story you’ve told... i’ll be thinking about it for a while.

pereZ-

i just think cagneyian dialect would call for an R.

the emersonian mode comment reminded me about all that emerson i read in college... thank you... i know he’s around here somewhere.

i’m sort of thematically collecting stories etc. about animals... so this is part of a bigger thing to be cobbled together... as far as bridges and fairies... i already wrote a book about that...

rock hudson i get. monty clift, though, never made any sense to me.

rod-

thanks. i dont think it’s an article though. i think it’s fiction. but it could be anything.

Post by **abcrystcats** » January 9th, 2005, 8:20 pm

Mindbum: She wasn't a very good mate, selection-wise. Her genes were against her all the way around -- her coloration, her attitude, her fertility (most zebra finches are capable of laying 3 or 4 clutches of eggs a year, of 4 to 6 eggs apiece, and most hatch). Last but not least, she died a few months after her one chick was weaned. To do her credit, she chose her own mate (or he chose her); I did not choose him. If I remember it right, he was another social misfit -- a nice, healthy, standard colored zebra finch who just didn't get it. He had his own story, and a long period of mourning for his unrequited "love," finally followed by a mating with my old maid gray-ticked bird.

I didn't force anything. I just threw these birds together and watched the results.

Totenkopf · Post by **Totenkopf** » September 28th, 2007, 7:53 pm

Praise the poem of bowerbird

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