So lovely Jen at Domina Jen with her kind and loving husband Kazander has posted questions about eggs. It seems to be part of something else, but I am not such a team person in that sense…..here is where it is from though….check out her blog, and if you like the provenance of this….http://dominajen.wordpress.com/
so here we go!
1. Your eggs cooked?
Domina Jen says: Eggs benedict, over medium, or scrambled, but they must be very, very well done.
I say: Poached, love poached eggs. On tosst, grilled tomato, definitely grilled tomato. And nice sour dough toast.
2. Your sandwich cut? In half, down the middle of the square or on the diagonal?
Domina Jen says: Don’t really care, as long as it has swiss cheese on it.
I say: My mother used to cut my sandwiches into squares. Everything about me as young person was uncool including the sandwiches. I never cut them that way now. Working serving the public for a few years making sanwiches, I became good at cutting sandwiches diagonally because that was how it was done. Into 4. Not so keen on cheese, though ham cheese and tomato is ok. I prefer chicken and onion. Or steak and bacon.
3. Your coffee?
Domina Jen says: With a metric butt-ton of cream and sugar
I say: If it is black, like Italian or French, then sugar. Otherwise white, no sugar.
4. Your tea?
Domina Jen says: Green tea, with no cream or sugar
I say: white, no sugar
5. Your ice-cream served–cup, cone or condom? Yup you read that right, a condom. Read more here
Domina Jen says: Cup. Or right out of the carton.
I say: If the cone is nice, then in the cone. If not a little cup.
6. Your hair–long or short? Up or down? Straight or curly? Permed or natural?
Domina Jen says: Long, straight, usually down, and dyed dark red.
I say: short is better, but I do not bother really, so I look crazy sometimes. Curly.
7. To have sex? In what position?
Domina Jen says: Doggy style is my current favorite
I say: No sex
Bonus: How do you like your lovers?
Domina Jen says: Intelligent, funny, honest, compassionate
And it happened that three women were standing with their children, and their husbands besides, and they beheld this scene, and discussed it long afterwards. For it was the case that they had decided to go outside because it was a warm summer day, and they were in a public place watching eating bratwurst, chips, and mustard. And there was a man painted silver and he was playing a guitar, and he was collectinig money for his work.
“Ah come on ladies, don’t have so many babies, and your life will be sweet, aha!” And then he sang, “Come Come Come on Ladies, you know that babies get rabies, and you will all have scabies aha!” And as he sang these and other such absurd and insulting lines, the three women felt self-conscious, and ashamed. But they did not feel this way for very long because one of the children saw someone approaching, and cried out, “Look, a donkey!”
Zed was not riding the ass, but was leading it quietly along, feeling fulsore and tired in all bones and flesh. And truth be said, the free rider knew not what this place was nor cared little about it. “Hey Aunty can we pat your donkey!” “Yes, can we! Can we!” And Zed looked at the onager, and it looked also weary, but the free rider, said yes, you can pat this beast, but remember it is an onager!”
“An onager!” And the children’s eyes grew round, and the parents’ eyes grew narrow, and the crowd buckled and folded around Zed. And a stranger there was, dressed fulwell in beautiful clothes from looms that scarce exist anymore, as of old Calicutt, and this stranger watched Zed from afar, a little grimly.
And the busker became angry, and with the angry face said, “Hey you, hobo, you get out of here, for you are an abomination and this is my spot.”
But Zed said, “I hardly think this spot yours, any more than hers or mine or this child here.” But the player became more angry and said, “Go and busk somewhere else with that ridiculous donkey of yours!” Zed smiled then, for this was not an ordinary donkey but an onager, small enough for a strong person to carry across a flooded stream. And that meant that, “This is an onager and it goes where it pleases.”
But this was not to the young fire-eating guitar playing ball juggling man’s taste, and he said, “This is my spot, and I have a right to it. I have a permit. Where is your permit? I am a legal busker! What are you?”
“Why, I am the free rider, and I ride where I please. I also sometimes cease riding, for my arse is sore, and my legs are sore, my shoulders are heavy, and even my head throbs from too much riding.”
“O come over here,” called out another busker who was buying a large sausage. “Come and stand with me. I am not making any money anyway, and I would like to talk to you.” So Zed followed the young woman, and so did the onager, for Zed was leading it, and so did the children, and so did the parents of the children, for the children were leading them. And so did the man in the expensive clothes with the face of grim aspect. But the young man did not follow Zed, and tried to keep on busking, but now no one was interested in his show, for Zed had taken the interest of the crowd.
And the young woman’s name was Elsa and she was as lovely as a swan. And in truth she marvelled at Zed, and said, “I have never seen anyone like you before.” And Zed said, “I am like everyone, but that means, I suppose that I am like no one.” And Elsa began to play her instrument which was an oud. It was a stringed instrument and the sound it made brought fire to the eyes of the grim man in the expensive clothes, for you will know by now that he is from the people of fire. But the children did not see the fire in his eyes nor even hear the lovely oud for they were patting the Onager and touching Zed’s clothes, and the mothers did not hear it for they were looking at Zed with narrowed eyes.
But soon other people came, because when a group of people stand looking at any object, even if there be only an insignificant object, or even no object at all, yet if they stare intently enough at it, others will join and they too will stare intently at that same object, even if no object be there at all. But as Zed was there, and as the onager also was there, then they came and they stayed, and others soon came as well. And as Elsa finished playing, many were the coins thrown in her hat, and many were the coins thrown down on the mat next to Zed and the onager.
But then a young boy who did not want to be like the other children said, “Hey raggedy witch, raggedy bitch, raggedy witch, raggedy bitch!” And Zed looked around at this young boy and wondered why he would say such a thing. And the other children did not notice, until the boy threw an apple at Zed but hit instead the onager, which was startled. And the children backed away in fear, and they narrowed their eyes, and the mothers narrowed their eyes, and the fathers narrowed their eyes besides.
And the grim man stepped forward then, “You are the abomination, the parasite of the earth.” And with these words, he looked around at the boys who were teasing the onager, and his face was so terrifying that some said it was the very face of Sheitan, as if carven from stone, and then turned the full face of his fury back towards Zed. “So you then are Zed!”
But Zed said, “I also know you, for I remember you from the villages near the Towers of Silence many hundreds of years ago.” And the grim man said, “Yea, and even if it were thousands of years ago, yet still I would remember you, that brazen free rider who travels anywhere and recks not who she sees nor yet who dies around, nor even pays a siglos for a meal.” And Zed smiled, “Aye that is me, and it is good to see you again after all these years.”
But the grim stranger remained yet grim and said, “I have suffered much for those who believe in me, and even though they name motor cars for my name, yea still I am sorrowing, and walking only sorrowing lands.” And Zed felt then the grim man’s pain, and said, “yea and even though I am only a parasite, and even though I walk soft upon the earth yet still am I sad to see you so.” And saying this, Zed sat down with the girl and they sang a lovely Western song on the oud. And as the song played, the grim man’s face softened, and soon was wet with tears. The tears put out the fires in his heart, at least for a time, and he turned and walked quickly away, sorrowing deeply in his heart, yet touched by the free rider. And it was not Zed’s song, for Zed never invents any thing, nor keeps it besides.
And after the song was finished many were touched. And many put more coins by the Onager, and these were not siglos but euros, and the boys were mortified and they too made offerings. And the girl and the old man looked to Zed, and said, “Well, we normally do not make money singing these songs, but today, we have earned much, and now you can have a job with us.”
But Zed said, I do not have jobs, for I am a free rider, and I do not earn money nor yet know what to do with it, for it is of no interest to me. Take you this money and throw it into that river should you so wish.”
“I will not throw this money into the river, no I will not!”
“Well then,” said Zed, “take you this money and do with it as you please.”
And she took her share of the money, and she took her and her father’s share of the money besides, and she did with it as she pleased.
And so ended the three and twentieth tale of Zed, wherein the free rider acquires without noticing both money and a job, but leaves both behind. For such is the way of the free rider…..
And this was a song with an oud just like the one they played that day
Funny how dark the evenings can be emotionally. Love this song, so understated, so right. Those little songs of the velvet Underground – I’ll be your mirror, I’m sticking with you, Cany Says, I’ve been set free, and this one, are kinda special, after all. Better than most of the others actually….and this one stands above all of them for its quiet darkness….
“If you close the door, the night could last forever,
Leave the wineglass out and drink a toast to never
O, someday I know someone will look into my eyes
And say “Hello, you’re my very special one!”
But if you close the door,
I’d never have to see the day again…
As for Edie Sedgewick, well, I do not know. An Andy Warhol superstar. She looks it too….she never made 30 of course….
Well, who can resist…..an attack of the sillies…not me that is for sure….especially after a bottle of champagne, and have to go back tomorrow…damn hell….damn song thing.
is there a decent lyric in this? Nah. “Who the fuck wants to dry up alone in the desert sun?” Well if it is in some desert sun at a domina’s feet, I don’t know, it could be attractive….I could be her thing. A thing thing after all. Just man meat ready for a-beating.
Why O why have 73 million people watched this video? Beats me…..must be a bit of sort of history thing. it is released by a band called fun, I mean who calls their band, Fun? Well it is a fun THING. As you can see when you see what kind of music thing it is.
Or maybe some other kind of nonmusic thing. Like video thing, or boy girl thing, and stuff stuff thing. And uniform thing. And pop thing. And well seems like it mean something thing…and marching tune thing.
Or maybe it hero thing, or some other kinda thing.
I used to be a thing, but someone shattered it by saying I am a person….thing.
Why am I such a dick? A dick thing….I don’t know….maybe it is a music thing. Why did I post this? I just don’t know. Maybe because it pissed me off sort of thing. And I am a drunk thing that needs to be flogged like a thing thing.
DIE, John, die! lol (that is what they do at the end part thing where they shoot me thing, thing). Well they shoot the HE thing, and he done die! Thing.
The thing. Let’s make a movie. Why don’t we call it, something surprising like some thing no one ever thought of….
THE THING. It fueled by Ramen thing. That is not the band name. I like Ramen. No it is called fun. FUN. It is just a FUN THING.
O so nice – remember the good old days when everyone just had clean innocent fun. And:
boys was boys
Girls was girls
dogs was dogs
fish was fish
duck was duck
screen was screen
cauliflower was caulifower
fish i said before was fish i said before
vampire was vampire
tree was tree
kid was kid
bike was bike
school was school
air was air
pollution was pollution
beach was beach
floor wood was floor wood
your dick was your dick
boy girl was boy girl
girl boy was girl boy
pencil was pencil
rubber was rubber
pencil case was pencil case
light holder was light holder
car was car
job was job
school was school
slave was slave
sucker was sucker
dog was dog
loser was loser
head was head
dead was dead
And there were three attendants at a Krispy Kreme donut stand, and they were selling red jam and cream-filled sweet-fried dough among the offerings of many purveyors of poor repast. And one of them was telling a strange tale of an event she witnessed in a famous and decorated tunnel between the Terminals. And she said:
The customs men, and the customs women besides were fulamazed to see that in the Tunnel of Lights there suddenly appeared, as if from nowhere, a figure on an ass, cloaked in such garments as are obtained at charity shops, and looking fully confused. And there was a family wheeling black bags, and a sorrow-filled child wheeling a red bag, and the mother screamed and the sad child said, “Look at that donkey, mom!”
And the free rider, for by now you will have recognised who it is, said, “Greetings sorrowing child! I know not where I am! For these lights do confuse me….”
It was true. The lights were noisy and confusing, reds, greens, and blues….and the Tunnel of Lights was very famous, though many have walked it and not noticed it, not even remarked upon it. And a crowd began to gather. And a man in black clothes and holding to a flashing and talking machine appeared, and then another man, and he too had a talking machine. And they were very excited, nay, even angry. And the one that had the angriest face reminded Zed of another man with a motor car with flashing lights and an angry face at some place where there was a cockatoo and some kind women who had travelled along besides. And the onager also was confused, for the last thing it remembered was being at the northernmost point of the place they call Scotland, at least on the landside. It did not know it was called John O’Groats, nor yet that this place was an airport in the place most renowned for the manufacture of motor vehicles. And it was the sad child who told Zed that this place was the once great City of Motors. And Zed was fulsurprised, for it had many lights and sights even in its airport. And surprised also aince neither the onager nor Zed had been on an aeroplane.
“How did that donkey get in here?” said the dark-clothed guard with the angry face. And Zed replied, “It came with me. And it is not a donkey; it is an onager, and is very dear to me.” The other one now put his gun away, and said, “You seem lost, sir.” And Zed replied, “It is very possible. Mostly I am lost, but fortunately and sometimes unfortunately, people seem to find me wherever I go, so I do not stay lost for very long. And it seems that you know where we are, and you have found me here, so I am lost no longer!”
“Would you like to have one of my krispy kreme donuts, mister?” asked the small sad child with the colourful bag. “I am sorry, sorrowing child, but I do not know what that is. But if you are offering it to me to eat, why even though it does not look like food, I would take great pleasure in eating it for you because I am the free rider, and if by chance I cannot eat it, then perhaps my onager can eat it for me. And I am touched deep by all manner of kindnesses done to me!”
And as they made their way slowly out of the Tunnel, Zed saw a train, and filled with wonder, said, “I had always heard that this was the place of motors, but there yon is a train. Perhaps I will take that train right into the City of Motors.”
And then another man in black clothing came, and a woman and another woman besides. And the woman said, “That train does not go outside the airport. It just goes from one side of the airport to the other. We do not much care for trains here, for this is the City of Motors!” So Zed said, “I should very much have liked to ride on that train for I am a free rider with my ass, and I love to ride on trains for nothing. It gives me a special pleasure!” But this made the man with the angry face look even angrier, and he said, “You do no do anything here for free Mister! They might call it the land of the free, but that does not mean it is free for you!” And now a third woman arrived, and she too had an angry face, but not as angry as the other man’s face, nor even the second woman’s face, for that face was almost as angry as the man that Zed vaguely recalled from another tale.
“What is going on? Who is this? Who are you, ma’am?”
“I am Zed, the free rider. I am everyone and no one. I have known many things in my time, but I do not remember them all, and in fact do not care to.”
“Well, try by remembering where your passport is, and who you really are. Zed the free rider! What nonsense is that? What does that mean? I want to know your identity!”
“Identity? Why I am no one at all, at least not usually. At the moment, I do not know of identiry, for I am not identical, even to myself, at least not all the time. But I know this: I am the one who is, that is who I am.”
But now another one of the men in black did not like this. “O no you don’t. That is God. He is the one who is God the father, the father of Jesus, yahweh, we all know that.”
But Zed said, “I did not speak of God. I do not know why you speak of such things. I was speaking merely of myself and of you.” But the man did not stop, “You are not the one who is, you are not!” But Zed merely smiled and said, “Yet here I am. As for God, I will leave that matter to you, and you can explain to others how you have you met him, and what he is like. For so far as I can see, he is not here now, and I am here, and yet you believe in him even though he is not here and I am here. And you do not accept that I am the one who is, and you claim the one who is not here, yet, still is.” And one of the men said, “That is enough of this nonsense!” And in truth Zed agreed with him.
But even his agreement was not received well by any of those around, and yet they stood amazed. And Zed went on, “So it remains the case that I am the one who is. Indeed, many times I have wondered that people do not believe this, for I say to them they also, are.” The onager was eating the jam-filled fried sweet, and the sad child now was not sad, but rather, squealed with delight, and took out another.
“You are not the one who is! Where are your identity papers? Who and what are you? And where are you from?” The angry faced woman was now looking even angrier in her face than the man Zed remembered with the car with flashing lights. And Zed said, “I am from here. I walk light upon the earth and make no mark, no mark at all upon it, so no one knows me, or at least it is best if they do not.” And then Zed said, “Why can you not just accept that I am the one who is? After all, you are not really Martha Jenkins, even though that is what is written on your tag. You are merely you. You are, as I also am. Do you deny that I am here before you?” said Zed, and then, “I do not deny that you also are, but I am telling you I am Zed, the free rider, the one who is.”
But the woman with Martha Jenkins written on her badge said, “This one is mad, complete raving lunatic. Get her out…Get her out!” But Zed said, “You know it is true that I am here, and so are you!” And then the woman with the second angriest face said, “Yes, get the crzay bitch out of here, and that damned donkey too!” And the dark-clothed ones seized Zed even though Zed had yet more to say: “If you mean to tell me that I am not, then I shall not believe you, for I can quite very well feel myself to be here, and even you are speaking to me, and you here are holding fast to me, and to my onager. And if you tell me that you are not, then I shall not believe you either for I can see and hear you perfectly well!”
Even though a few people said, “Leave her alone!” and “What a cute donkey!” it made no difference, at least not then. For it happened that Zed was conveyed, along with the onager to a specially secured place that others did not know about. They left behind the tunnel of lights and sounds that had so confused Zed, and they did not board the train, for it was true that the train went merely from one part of the airport to another, and they went into that special place reserved for criminals and terrorists – and persons with no identity papers.
But while they were in there, and while the train at the airport for the city of motors rolled up and down its rails, suddenly the free rider, the onager, and the Krispy Kreme donuts besides disappeared.
“Disappeared?”
Disappeared from whence they came…..and so ends the two and twentieth tale of the free rider.
I say: any word that describes a group of people in a humiliating or derogatory way, especially racist or anti-gay words, but all such words get me in the guts.
What turns you on? K says: Intelligence
I say: being beaten, damn it, even being spat on, damn that too
What turns you off? K says: Rudeness
I say: rudenesss or disrespect in general
What is your favorite curse word? K says: In mixed company: Jesus Christ
I say: fuck. I say it all the time. I love the way it sounds
K adds: Alone or in the company of adults: Fuck If I’m particularly livid: Jesus Fucking Christ
I add: nothing really, it is still fuck
What sound or noise do you love? K says: Bird song, especially in the Spring
I say: Music
What sound or noise do you hate? K says: Grief
I say: raised voices by angry man or men. They terrify me still
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? K says: Teacher
I say: I love music, but too late. I have other stupid ideas but best do without those
What profession would you not like to do? K says: Sewer maintenance
I say: Police
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
K says: Surprise! You were wrong. Come on in anyway. We have potato chips!
Yesterday was so hideous that I had to force myself to go out. My cat and I just sat inside glowering at the weather, heavy snow clouds that did not even bother to deliver, wind and just so cold I lit the fire….just to get the damp out. And the fire was cheerful at least.
Outside though, last night, as I huddled inside, it blew and carried on, and I think some possum or something was trying to break into the roof, and it was just general crap.
C: “My name is General Crap!”
Me: “Well make yourself at home arsehole!”
That was then….
And then this morning, well, see for yourself A blue sky. The light coming in through the trees. Still, blue, crisp and lovely….I just went outside and took this and made a gif out of it. The camera then stopped working, pretty irritating, because I was trying to video a bit of sky…so you see a nice day does not solve everything. Not quite.
Camera: “O no, man that is too light for me!”
Me: “you are supposed to be a camera for God’s sake not some 1960s dropout!”
Camera: “O no, no way. I aint videoing that!”
Me: “Well what about I turn you on and off?”
Camera: “>>>
Me: “Now what do you think?”
Camera: “O no way that is too blue!”
Me: Sigh.
O well, just see it through the trees….before it decided arbitrarily to stop working.
