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She invited them for coffee with some TNT
I was supposed to see Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (1989) tonight at the Coolidge Corner Theatre, but I suspect I am going to be curled up with chicken soup. This is how most of the last couple of days have gone.
Yesterday was the memorial brunch for my grandfather at the Colonial Inn in Concord, where he and my grandmother liked to meet us when they were in town. After my grandfather's cataract surgery, my brother remembers, when he was wearing an eyepatch, they came in once with a tricorne hat and a fife between them, evidently having settled for being wounded soldiers of the Revolutionary War. I hadn't remembered that at all. My mother had some photographs of them I'd never seen: right after they met in 1943, in Mississippi with my three-year-old mother and seven-month-old Jeff. They would have looked like models of a young academic couple if they weren't squinting into the light, with children spilling out of their arms. I may try to scan and post some, but I can promise nothing.
Have a terrific article from The Paris Review about librarian porn. Featuring librarians, I'm afraid, not necessarily written for them. That would be a lot more about rare books and silence. Nevertheless:
Almost immediately, I hit a snag. It is close to impossible to browse a serious library's collection of porn and porn criticism without getting sucked into big, sexy historical theories. Within an hour of my visit to Harvard's Widener Library, I was beginning to suspect that smut had been behind the rise of . . . everything. I discovered that pornos caused the French Revolution, and that the Renaissance really got going when images of hard-core, swan-on-guy action began to circulate among the people. Every pornographer of note, it seemed, was a pop philosopher; every philosopher, a closet pornographer. As for the rise of the novel, of literary realism, this, I learned, was linked to a certain eighteenth-century depiction of a ponytailed dude taking it from behind from another ponytailed dude while the first dude gets sucked off by a chick, who is also taking it from behind from yet a third ponytailed dude, all while another chick—who happens to be wearing a lovely Dormeuse-style cap—rides piggyback on the first dude, which positions her perfectly to flog the third dude, while being orally pleasured from behind by the second dude. The caption to this illustration reads, "A Typical Scene." According to the pile of books I'd stacked onto my library desk, our story is nothing but the evolutionary history of the Porno sapiens.
Somebody send me some hot swan-on-guy. This would be where I curl up.
Yesterday was the memorial brunch for my grandfather at the Colonial Inn in Concord, where he and my grandmother liked to meet us when they were in town. After my grandfather's cataract surgery, my brother remembers, when he was wearing an eyepatch, they came in once with a tricorne hat and a fife between them, evidently having settled for being wounded soldiers of the Revolutionary War. I hadn't remembered that at all. My mother had some photographs of them I'd never seen: right after they met in 1943, in Mississippi with my three-year-old mother and seven-month-old Jeff. They would have looked like models of a young academic couple if they weren't squinting into the light, with children spilling out of their arms. I may try to scan and post some, but I can promise nothing.
Have a terrific article from The Paris Review about librarian porn. Featuring librarians, I'm afraid, not necessarily written for them. That would be a lot more about rare books and silence. Nevertheless:
Almost immediately, I hit a snag. It is close to impossible to browse a serious library's collection of porn and porn criticism without getting sucked into big, sexy historical theories. Within an hour of my visit to Harvard's Widener Library, I was beginning to suspect that smut had been behind the rise of . . . everything. I discovered that pornos caused the French Revolution, and that the Renaissance really got going when images of hard-core, swan-on-guy action began to circulate among the people. Every pornographer of note, it seemed, was a pop philosopher; every philosopher, a closet pornographer. As for the rise of the novel, of literary realism, this, I learned, was linked to a certain eighteenth-century depiction of a ponytailed dude taking it from behind from another ponytailed dude while the first dude gets sucked off by a chick, who is also taking it from behind from yet a third ponytailed dude, all while another chick—who happens to be wearing a lovely Dormeuse-style cap—rides piggyback on the first dude, which positions her perfectly to flog the third dude, while being orally pleasured from behind by the second dude. The caption to this illustration reads, "A Typical Scene." According to the pile of books I'd stacked onto my library desk, our story is nothing but the evolutionary history of the Porno sapiens.
Somebody send me some hot swan-on-guy. This would be where I curl up.
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I really want to see the original illustration, but I'm fairly certain searching for it would be an invitation to suicide by Google Image.
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I approve.
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On the other hand, 90% of Hollywood actors are the same in every movie.
But still - "Dude. You totally turned my wife into a vampire. Bogus." - can't resist.
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Fortunately, I'm pretty sure I know someone I can watch it with, even if not on a big screen . . .
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Sadly, that was the only time that I ever saw anything remotely like that in the library. Most of the stories were about the creepy tattooed guy that came every day and tried to make conversation.
I was later fired after turning on a light with a switch that was taped up. It blew up and the library had to be evacuated in order to avoid mercury poisoning.
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You had constantly updated library sex graffiti? That's great.
Sadly, that was the only time that I ever saw anything remotely like that in the library. Most of the stories were about the creepy tattooed guy that came every day and tried to make conversation.
I'm sorry. That is much less awesome.
I was later fired after turning on a light with a switch that was taped up. It blew up and the library had to be evacuated in order to avoid mercury poisoning.
I must say, given the human tendency to push any button marked "Do Not Push," I am not impressed with your library's precautions.
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(Swan! On guy! This must be in a poem. )
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Yes, please!
(Glad to be a distraction!)
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(Poem! Poem!)
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swan poemlet, then
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Now I'm picturing the Marx Brothers in Duck Soup....
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They would have liked the comparison.
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Dude. That is a library porn scenario!
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The things I do so that you won't have to
http://www.pixtus.com/forum/attachments/nature-wildlife/35609d1171148377-warning-swan-porn-swans-two-3-sm.jpg
Swans neck and neck.
(The whole sequence is here. Warning: softcore photos of two swans getting it on.)
http://www.pixtus.com/forum/nature-wildlife/41044-warning-swan-porn.html#post370947
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Is there any way to view it as a version of Leda and the swan? Or is it strictly the ballet?
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However, a couple of weeks ago at the music library when I was at the circulation desk, a patron smiled at me and said "I haven't seen you in here before...". I had to suppress a smirk.
Also, there's this photo.
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. . . I just like that sentence.
Also, there's this photo.
You should link that to the article!
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Nine
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You don't have them?
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I always think "Twenty Tons of . . ."
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The concept of librarian porn leads me to thoughts of Hermione Granger. I've bookmarked the article and am looking forward to reading it.
I'm having real trouble envisioning swan-on-guy, but I suspect it's a lack of imagination on my part. I hope you've found some and that it's pleased you.
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Not yet, but I have faith in my friendlist.
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w00t!
Just so long as I can read it . . .