As through Chicago streets there passed.
Dec. 18th, 2006 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jacktellsliesParker bought me an antique sewing machine, a New Home, still attached to its table. It still works. The pedal is on the side, meaning that it is meant to be pushed with your thigh. It all folds up into itself, modest as well as beautiful, like all technology should be. You'd barely notice the hinges if you didn't know what was hidden inside. I've spent the morning looking at it and reading Swinburne.
Even were my new pet not A PERFECT MACHINE, which it is, I'd recognize the advertisement as a great literary achievement. I've found ridiculous late Victorian praise poetry to the New Home in the style of the epic, and I've confirmed that its makers, being, as they were, wise in all things, possessed truly magnificent facial hair.
Today I also read about the lovemaking of oysters. When the oceans warm in early summer, eager young males open their shells and release their seed into the sea. When they've gotten older and their energy stores are greater, these same oysters can take on the task of becoming female, thus jettisoning huge numbers of eggs into the waters. If, for some reason, an oyster which has become female needs to reserve its strength, it can revert to male and later change again, and again, if it so chooses. Oyster beds can cloud the waters of entire bays in their spawning. I encourage you to take from this tale what morals you will. As I'm sure you've noted, this method is not entirely dissimilar from my own, thereby proving that oysters and myself are equal in our wisdom, sensual nature, and willingness to give oneself fully to the poetry of simple chemistry.
Even were my new pet not A PERFECT MACHINE, which it is, I'd recognize the advertisement as a great literary achievement. I've found ridiculous late Victorian praise poetry to the New Home in the style of the epic, and I've confirmed that its makers, being, as they were, wise in all things, possessed truly magnificent facial hair.
Today I also read about the lovemaking of oysters. When the oceans warm in early summer, eager young males open their shells and release their seed into the sea. When they've gotten older and their energy stores are greater, these same oysters can take on the task of becoming female, thus jettisoning huge numbers of eggs into the waters. If, for some reason, an oyster which has become female needs to reserve its strength, it can revert to male and later change again, and again, if it so chooses. Oyster beds can cloud the waters of entire bays in their spawning. I encourage you to take from this tale what morals you will. As I'm sure you've noted, this method is not entirely dissimilar from my own, thereby proving that oysters and myself are equal in our wisdom, sensual nature, and willingness to give oneself fully to the poetry of simple chemistry.
