Since we're doing something light & Summery, I've come up with an adequate tidbit to do the intro for you.
Here it is, coming crisp&clear, live&directly from the very teat of all stupidi :
The angles and inclines awaiting to be found upon this thin strip of land do greatly remind me of the hills and hillsides of my native land.
Maybe this particular god's own paradise manages to somehow avoid the sad fate of all the previous ones -- for I don't think Transylvania was ever as pretty as before.
Pretty rambunctious hillsides, also. It is not exactly uncommon for immense boulders to come thrundling through the implausibly suspensive roads here. The maintenance crews are doing the best they can, carefully manicuring endless miles of wilderness, but then it rains and all bets are off.
Mr. Elephantowel has a very urgert proposal!
Here's a thought : how long has it been since you've seen someone sneeze ?
And don't you miss it ?
Above : treats at SIBU coffee house in Uvita. Their tiramisu is quite excellent ; their coffee specialities ditto (try the fig coffee sometime, why not) ; the waitress quite cute not to mention most becomingly eager.
Below : a rare treat : the after shots. We totally destroyed that table, didn't we ?
And next time, your wife & daugther.
Above : Terraza Toscana in Escazu ; entirely the fuck deserted.
Below : "get in there, bitch!"
She's got it, doesn't she...
That's it for now ; mayhap see you again sometime, though odds are I won't be looking in your direction.
Because, after all, why the fuck would I ?!———
- I don't mean quora specifically is the very teat of all stupid by itself ; I mean the teat of stupidity in current phenomenology is one of these USGistani alt-"private" cvasi-corporations with "digital" assets. You know, like Stanford or the CDC, socialist state agencies.
This hasn't changed, by the way, back when a more limited set of morons were "building socialism" aka "a city on the hill" fiddy years ago, the socialist state agencies were also the true teat of all stupidity in the world. [↩]
- It's the end, you realise this. Do you ?
The French expresion captured in the title doesn't merely discuss a "turn of the century", as in the English vulgate. It rather contemplates an end of an epoch, of an era, of a way to mean and some means & ways, you know ?
Just consider : "travel", as the concept has reached you (to pick just one example out of a well supplied quiver) is really the extension out of all proportion of an upper class habit (of sending the scions for a Grand European Tour once in their life). Just like marriage, as the concept has reached you, also an extension out of all proportion of a property arrangement.
Before being something the young Duke of Whatever did (when he didn't actually prefer sending his slavegirls to take it up the ass for him), travel was actually the core of economic activity ; for a good five centuries Veneto, Portugal & co built their fortune (and, consequently, their fame, Leo di San Marco y compris) out of precisely this, biddle upon the ship and sail-ho!
If you think about it, isn't this sort of pleasure travel, as the dying ember of the erstwhile commercial travel, really the logical continuation of a typically anti-dumbcunt activity (namely, rape and pillage) ? Wouldn't it be a lot better if everyone just stayed the fuck home ? What do you think the dumb lazy fat cunt thinks, how do you expect her reptillian brain sees the question ?
Instagram-"travel" should be enough for anyone (that's not sketch-shady -- or worse), wouldn't you say. Aren't you proud to be part (or rather, parcel) of the matriarchy's cheloid mass ? [↩]