Well, it is possibly the only thought I shall have this week.
Actually it is not my thought. It is a thought which flashed across the mind of Ambrose Bierce.
So I thought I would share it with you.
MYTHOLOGY, n. The body of a primitive people’s beliefs concerning its origin, early history, heroes, deities and so forth, as distinguished from the true accounts which it invents later.
I took a couple of hours off today.
I drove out to the local hills with my gold panning gear and, surprise, surprise, my camera.
I got a trace of colour in my few attempts at panning but I really struck gold with my camera.
There were high clouds which were fun to capture, hills in silhouette against the smudged sky all followed by a spectacular sunset.
Best of all, I found a clutch of dragon’s eggs.
I believe the rule is that I must now care for these eggs and, should i do a good job of caring for them, I will live until they hatch.
Does anyone know what I need to do to look after these little ones?
When Hogwarts and its surrounding forest was destroyed at the capricious whim of its chronicler, not a single thought was given to the fate of the inhabitants of that forest.
Now it seems that a single unicorn was able to flee the carnage and has appeared in a forest in the grounds of the Center of Natural Sciences in Prato, Italy.
This young unicorn, disguised as a Red Deer, apparently has a twin which has the usual complement of horns.
As all red deer are quite shy, most sightings being made with binoculars, it has been difficult to obtain a photograph. Finally, with the use of a tele-photo lens, the staff at the center have been able to capture an image.
It seems this is a genetic flaw which has been recorded before in horned beasts but normally a single-horned deer have that horn on one side or the other. What is unusual, in this case, is the central location of the single horn.
My fear is that some big-time hunter, possibly with the surname “Cheney” will feel the urge to have this unique trophy mounted above his fireplace.
Alternatively there will be poachers seeking the horn for its aphrodisiacal properties.
Thanks for the tip, Cybe.
Who has the right to call themselves Lesbians?
Is it gay women, or the 100,000 people living on Greece’s third biggest island – plus another 250,000 expatriates who originate from Lesbos?
Campaigners on the Greek island of Lesbos are to go to court in an attempt to stop a gay rights organisation from using the term “lesbian”.
The man instigating the case, publisher Dimitris Lambrou, claims that international dominance of the word in its sexual context violates the human rights of the islanders, and disgraces them around the world. He says it causes daily problems to the social life of Lesbos’s inhabitants. In court papers, the plaintiffs allege that the Greek government is so embarrassed by the term Lesbian that it has been forced to rename the island after its capital, Mytilini.
The term lesbian originated from the poet Sappho, who was a native of Lesbos. Sappho expressed her love of other women in poetry written during the 7th Century BC.
But according to Mr Lambrou, new historical research has discovered that Sappho had a family, and committed suicide for the love of a man.
I don’t know about the family, but surely the story of Phaon in Greek mythology is not new. He was (to quote from the Wikipedia entry, a boatman of Mitylene in Lesbos. He was old and ugly when Aphrodite came to his boat. She put on the guise of a crone. Phaon ferried her over to Asia Minor and accepted no payment for doing so. In return, she gave him a box of ointment. When he rubbed it on himself, he became young and beautiful. Many were captivated by his beauty.
According to mythology, Sappho fell in love with him. He lay with her but soon grew to resent her and devalue her. Sappho was so distraught with his rejection that she threw herself into the sea to drown.
To me that tale seems to simply show that the male fantasy of winning the physical love of a lesbian is not new.
This is so stolen – from azahar
You Are a Pegasus
You are a perfectionist, with an eye for beauty.You know how to live a good life – and you rarely deviate from your good taste.While you aren’t outgoing, you have excellent social skills.
People both admire you – and feel very comfortable around you.