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Started Mar-30 by gunter; 2928 views.
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gunter

From: gunter

Apr-19

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From: gunter

Apr-20

Up that endless escalator and into the Starwars hangar one more time, to see The Last Buffalo, which turns out to be more art than the nature recording of Into The Deep. We adjust our headsets and transport to the land of the buffalo. Blowing sand reveals and covers a buffalo skull. There's a mysterious huge shed with ancient machinery, pulleys, fire, molten metal flows into my lap, a smith hammers steel in a fireworks of sparks showering over us. Slowly we come to realize he is a sculptor, forging metal into a buffalo, piece by piece. We watch a buffalo birth, a chase where the mother puts a mountain lion to flight, a dragon fly darts across water and fire consumes a forest. Birth, life, death. At the end, all creatures have turned into metal sculptures in the shed.

Holodecks can't be far off. Half way through the short show, I notice that the people sitting in front of me are actually swallowed by a 3d extension of the mountains which know no screen. There is no screen. I look down to see the row in front of me disappearing into a lake. It's a surreal Magritte image. The lion jumps over the head of a noticeably tall man two rows below. I can feel us becoming part of the action.

This time I pick a particularly healthy looking buffalo and make my sign on his right hoof with the laser pointer. We decide to eat at the American-Indian restaurant up Columbus Avenue. Buffalo burgers. I hear burgers are the only recommended way to eat them since the meat is said to be a bit dry. The waiter brings the the right hoof to show me my sign. I nod.

Nothing like hunting for one's meal.

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greenie225

From: greenie225

Apr-24

Just dropping into your forum...

I love your descriptive writing here.  Your prose is lovely.  :3

Your cat's tail looks like my cat's tail...

gunter

From: gunter

Apr-24

thanks!

Can't resist a couple more cat pix.

Look what they did to me!

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From: gunter

Apr-24

Needs a drink after that.

greenie225

From: greenie225

Apr-24

Aww, baby got spayed.  Good for you -- no kittens!!  

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greenie225

From: greenie225

Apr-24

An oldie, but a goodie.  These two were so in love.  I still miss them.  My gentle giant and his kitten.

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From: greenie225

Apr-24


Somebody stop me!!!

gunter

From: gunter

Apr-24

It's always so touching to see cats and dogs lovingeach other.  There is a lesson there somewhere.

I'm still agog at Martha Steward's dogs [allegedly] killing that stunning cat they've been living with for many years. How could that have happen?

greenie225

From: greenie225

Apr-25

Somehow, I don't quite believe her story.  I don't know.  Not meaning to be biased against certain dog breeds, but chows are kinda mean.  I don't know.  I think they were not supervised.

I don't let my cats outside because I don't want them to kill my birds.  

I have no words...

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