Saddled Pigs, part 1
The sow came in with the saddle, The little pig rock’d the cradle, The dish jump’d over the table, To see the pot with the ladle. The broom behind the butt Call’d the dish-clout a nasty slut: Odds-bobs, says the gridiron, can’t you agree? I’m the head constable, – come along with me. The Nursery [...]
Self-sacrifice
It was with particular interest that I noticed how last week’s episode of $#*! (Bleep) My Dad Says on CBS television mentioned a pig that willingly went to slaughter.
National Pigs-in-a-Blanket Day
National Pigs-in-a-Blanket Day. Mangalitza pigs are literally pigs in blankets. This is not a food entry on cabbage rolls; it’s a blanket statement and a shaggy hog story.
Memory Hogs
Memories are essential points of departure for the choices we make in our lives. However we see life, most all of it is memory. The exception being that brief present moment that, like a greased hog in a pen, that runs by so fast you often can’t catch it. The memories that we can hold on to make us the individuals that we are.
Hog Haute Couture for After the Snoutbreak
Subvert your fear of the H1N1 Snoutbreak. Clothe yourself in fashionable armor that announces your indifference. Socio-industrial collapse? Baaah!
Life as a pig, in two parts
Here two small adventures illustrative of life as a human imagining life as a pig. Pilgrims or hedonists, you decide…
