I really REALLY wish there was something walkable like Mercado de San Miguel here. Or where msbelle or anyone is. I mean, we've got Lexington Market and the market down in Fells Point, but this place was just so awesome for being solo and getting food and drink and meeting random strangers for a moment of sharing a standup table, food and a glass of wine and then you'd wander and buy something else to nibble on and find a new table and new people and it was all just so much fun.
As a rule, it's harder to find non-7-11-style nibblies for a brief stop here in the US. I miss tapas culture, can you tell?
Lion maned rabbits!
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The males have bushy manes like a lion.
Man, I just did some yoga with the Wii Fit, and I think it laughed at me.
Yikes, Emmett showed me a video (up on YouTube) of a fight that happened at his school between two girls.
One girl, a Freshman, confronted a Senior girl who had kissed the Freshman's boyfriend. The Freshmen girl apparently takes kickboxing because she beat the Senior girl to the ground, knocked out some teeth and gave her a concussion.
It was hard to watch because the Senior didn't put up a fight at all. Even when she was on her back and could've kicked the shit out of her attacker, she just laid there passively and got the shit beat out of her. And she could have easily kicked off her assailant.
Must sign Matilda up for Krav when she gets a little older. You ought to have some instinct to fight back.
(The Freshman girl is not only expelled, she's facing assault charges. Which will be hard to defeat since the whole thing is on video. So she's off to juvie.)
For flea (and any others with a taste for the macabre) the 7 Most Terrifying Archeological Discoveries.
That lion-maned bunny is adorable.
That archaeological thing rocks hard. I rarely laugh out loud at things.
Well, shit. The sellers accepted another offer. Sigh. Back to square one.
I have personally excavated a human skull, buried by itself, with a square, probably perimortem hole in the middle of the forehead not unlike the hole that would be made if one drove a hand-made iron nail into the forehead of a recently-deceased person. (Context was 13th c. AD, Corinth, Greece.)
Yes, I am still up. I appear to be pulling an all-nighter to prepare for a 15-minute talk I am giving at 10am tomorrow. I am way too old for this shit, but I did not plan ahead and this is my punishment.
Why do you hammer a nail into the head of the recently dead? To let out the spirit? To let in the beetles? Zombie apocalypse scenarios?
