HEARD the old, old men say, 'Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.' They had hands like claws, and their knees Were twisted like the old thorn-trees By the waters. 'All that's beautiful drifts away Like the waters.'
When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
Salty clean polished grapes of swirling sub marine Ah up pops two little piggies wearing lipstick Venetian red bubbled dainty gems crying ain't we we we a long way from home
How many times these low feet staggered— Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of steel!
Stroke the cool forehead—hot so often— Lift—if you care—the listless hair— Handle the adamantine fingers Never a thimble—more—shall wear—
Buzz the dull flies—on the chamber window— Brave—shines the sun through the freckled pane— Fearless—the cobweb swings from the ceiling— Indolent Housewife—in Daisies—lain!
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!” Isaiah 52:7
Nope--a wide fat big toe--lets try again with HWP toes. does nothing for me. I hate fat big toes. Trooper will confirm that big fat toes suck--or is it that its sucking big fat toes? oh never mind
My Lady victoria--I have no standards--I will suck them all the long the short and the tall; when I was younger I spent most of my money on fast women and fast horses--the rest I wasted.
To thrust Too soon For two Too early Leaves tattos two did... Too painful To remove attitudes Two have Too late to thrust again! And... For two who did too much... Too quick, To last... The end comes fast!
Lady V: "fast" men? perhaps we should be defining our terms
Hehe. A riff on what they used to say of Grand Duke Alexei Alexandrovitch (uncle of Nicholas II), an admiral who hated progress, but also a notorious playboy.
The Sunday NYT, after being as befuddled by Palin in the first 2 weeks, have come out in full sneer force today. There are upteen number of Op-Eds from such luminaries as Bob Herbert, Paul Krugman, and Gail Collins simply tarring and feathering Palin on her Gibson answers.
Listen, that's fine. They have a right to their opinion.
What I don't like is the innumerable references to "Ms. Palin" in that article.
They call her "Ms. Palin" 13 times, including once in the photo.
New York Times, I will say this only once: she's Governor Palin.
When a person has a title, you use that whenever possible as it is a sign of deference and respect.
It's clear you don't wish to give her any, but just humourous us anyway.
Instapundit linked to a rebuttal of a NYT piece about Palin
``to go through Sen. Obama's record with a similarly fine toothed comb. Or more like a manure fork.''
If you don't use them, don't try the metaphors, is my advice.
What sort of fork you use (hay, manure,...) depends on the cohesiveness of what you're lifting. You want as few tines as possible, as far apart as possible, for the material. For example a hay fork, with 3 tines far apart, is best for lifting most lawn clippings from a pile - the grass sticks together enough not to fall through - and there's little resistance to putting the fork into the pile. A manure fork would not insert, and instead just push a grass pile around intact.
Given that those are the things that determine which fork you choose for the job, the manure fork metaphor makes no sense.
What you're really talking about is cohesiveness and resistance to the fork.
Manure fork almost gets it right. For Obama though, in order to use the right tool for the right job, one would need to have a scoop fork to efficiently move the piles and piles of Rev. Wright-Bill Ayers-Rezco-Chicago politics-manure that has accumulated in the barn. The barn with the doors left open. Where someone couldn't hold their horses. The horses that got put behind the cart. Full of manure. Going nowhere. ee-i-e-i-o.
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65 comments:
Those are nice
Lawn feet
Ann faces feet.. while her followers fickle ;)
I think Simon's head just exploded.
Neat toes, nicely trimmed and painted. They would go well with a dab of whipped cream or marinated in a mild salsa!
Oh goody, now you can add "foot fetish" to the long list of Google searches that will bring people to your blog.
"I had questions."
"You had questions...how existential!"
Let's see the pointy shoe shopping pic again. I have a theory.
THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER
HEARD the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.'
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
'All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.'
I think Simon's head just exploded.
Which one?
OMG! I have a footsie photo identical to that. That is weird seeing that.
And now I know what my friends say when they told me it's kinky. ;)
Cheers,
Victoria
Morton's toe?
Let's see the pointy shoe shopping pic again. I have a theory
I think you also have a point...
Well, okay, here it is.
Weird, huh? :)
Wow, Ann is able to tan way better than I do. It must be her Episcopalian blood.
Your Feet
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
Pablo Neruda
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
LOL. Neruda must've had a girlfriend of colour.
I think Ann's reclaiming her blog.
I wonder if Instapundit will include this in the Carnival of the Footsies?
Salty clean
polished grapes of
swirling sub marine
Ah up pops
two little piggies
wearing lipstick
Venetian red
bubbled dainty gems
crying ain't we we we
a long way from home
Pablo Meade
Meade that was great dude!
How many times these low feet staggered
How many times these low feet staggered—
Only the soldered mouth can tell—
Try—can you stir the awful rivet—
Try—can you lift the hasps of steel!
Stroke the cool forehead—hot so often—
Lift—if you care—the listless hair—
Handle the adamantine fingers
Never a thimble—more—shall wear—
Buzz the dull flies—on the chamber window—
Brave—shines the sun through the freckled pane—
Fearless—the cobweb swings from the ceiling—
Indolent Housewife—in Daisies—lain!
(Emily Dickinson)
Thanks, TY. As you know, sometimes some things just inspire some dudes.
Good thing you have much more dexterity than McCain and you can still type while the keys are all sticky. Sweet.
Lem wrote:
Ann faces feet.. while her followers fickle ;)
Ann photos feet.. while her face freckles.
/Fixed
How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
“Your God reigns!”
Isaiah 52:7
What Camera produces those pics, after the vacation we just got back from using an 'ole 35m - we want to go digital.
Nope--a wide fat big toe--lets try again with HWP toes. does nothing for me. I hate fat big toes. Trooper will confirm that big fat toes suck--or is it that its sucking big fat toes? oh never mind
Oh--and you can put toenail polish on a fat toe but its still a fat toe....Barack Obama, 2008
so much for the LPILF
Trooper will confirm that big fat toes suck--or is it that its sucking big fat toes?"
Roger, remember Sarah Ferguson's toesucking scandal?
Cheers,
Victoria
My Lady victoria--I have no standards--I will suck them all the long the short and the tall; when I was younger I spent most of my money on fast women and fast horses--the rest I wasted.
Any of these??
"so much for the LPILF"
Dude, you want to bang a record?
Vinyl is dead man. Think cd's or a download.
Download on a download.
Just not on the down low.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Any of these??
Those require Ann's fisheye lens.
(Roger, guffaw. I like slow ships and fast men)
trooper: the dude abides
Lady V: "fast" men? perhaps we should be defining our terms
What? No full body shots from our sweet little narcissist?
Call me grateful.
Too Much Too Quick to Last
To thrust
Too soon
For two
Too early
Leaves tattos two did...
Too painful
To remove attitudes
Two have
Too late to thrust again!
And...
For two who did too much...
Too quick,
To last...
The end comes fast!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
A palette cleanser from Trooper--far superior to absorbine junior
Grist for the fetishists!!!!!! E.
tasty toes
I like your Tasty Toes.
Yes, love em' very much
I could eat em' by the bunch,
so off with the shoes.
warm and damp
sweaty salt to the tip of the tongue
and I nibble some,
then I munch a bunch.
does it tickle,
does it hurt,
warm and tingly?
In hope of your enjoyment
I add pepper for spice
suckling
and licking
I watch for your impression of my dining
as I tantalize myself in eating your toes.
Dom Wisperez
Pool feet?
I prefer to use my own.
Ms. Althouse-
I am an artist in Phoenix, AZ. I love these photos! Would it be possible for me to do a digital painting of these photos?
-Ruth
My toes look like old potatoes -- but they keep me grounded!
Lady V: "fast" men? perhaps we should be defining our terms
Hehe. A riff on what they used to say of Grand Duke Alexei Alexandrovitch (uncle of Nicholas II), an admiral who hated progress, but also a notorious playboy.
"He liked slow ships and fast women"
;)
Ruth, that is too freaky. How do we know you're not like Quagmire, who secretly sniffs shoes?
(Don't worry, I'm just messing witchu! ...maybe)
Cheers,
Victoria
How do we know that those are the feets of the Ann? Where is the evidence?
They might be the feets of the mother of the bride.
Or of Titus.
Or Sarah Ferguson.
How do we know? Why do we presume to recognize the Althouse foots?
We've seen them before, Michael_H.
Oh, yes. We have.
Mme. Althouse, is she a frequent flasher of the fancy feets?
Question of the day: Are they best smothered in whipped cream, smooth honey or perhaps silky milk chocolate?
Okay, the feet are really starting to freak me out, Ann.
I can't wait until you blog tomorrow, to bump them down.
How do we know? Why do we presume to recognize the Althouse foots?
Didn't Ann show off her foots when she went to show off that Kindle to a Madisonian interested in buying one?
I think she flashed her shoes. Not sure she unshod her foots, though.
"Didn't Ann show off her foots when she went to show off that Kindle to a Madisonian interested in buying one?"
Good Lord! She showed off her foots AND her kindle to some stranger?
Did he buy one?
Did he buy one?
A foot or a Kindle?
Found the post! It was, duh, Dan from Madison who took a photo of Ann's (sadly) bestockinged foot.
I seem to recall he passed on buying either. :)
Instapundit linked to a rebuttal of a NYT piece about Palin called:
Once Elected, Palin Hired Friends and Lashed Foes
The Sunday NYT, after being as befuddled by Palin in the first 2 weeks, have come out in full sneer force today. There are upteen number of Op-Eds from such luminaries as Bob Herbert, Paul Krugman, and Gail Collins simply tarring and feathering Palin on her Gibson answers.
Listen, that's fine. They have a right to their opinion.
What I don't like is the innumerable references to "Ms. Palin" in that article.
They call her "Ms. Palin" 13 times, including once in the photo.
New York Times, I will say this only once: she's Governor Palin.
When a person has a title, you use that whenever possible as it is a sign of deference and respect.
It's clear you don't wish to give her any, but just humourous us anyway.
America Held Hostage: Day 15 of the Palin Crisis
Wait, no:
Althouse Blog Held Hostage: Day 15 of the Palin crisis
Instapundit linked to a rebuttal of a NYT piece about Palin
``to go through Sen. Obama's record with a similarly fine toothed comb. Or more like a manure fork.''
If you don't use them, don't try the metaphors, is my advice.
What sort of fork you use (hay, manure,...) depends on the cohesiveness of what you're lifting. You want as few tines as possible, as far apart as possible, for the material. For example a hay fork, with 3 tines far apart, is best for lifting most lawn clippings from a pile - the grass sticks together enough not to fall through - and there's little resistance to putting the fork into the pile. A manure fork would not insert, and instead just push a grass pile around intact.
Given that those are the things that determine which fork you choose for the job, the manure fork metaphor makes no sense.
What you're really talking about is cohesiveness and resistance to the fork.
Manure fork almost gets it right. For Obama though, in order to use the right tool for the right job, one would need to have a scoop fork to efficiently move the piles and piles of Rev. Wright-Bill Ayers-Rezco-Chicago politics-manure that has accumulated in the barn. The barn with the doors left open. Where someone couldn't hold their horses. The horses that got put behind the cart. Full of manure. Going nowhere. ee-i-e-i-o.
"I seem to recall he passed on buying either. :)"
:) Indeed!
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