“The sea is everything. It covers seven-tenths of the terrestrial globe.
Its breath is pure and life-giving. It is an immense desert place where
man is never lonely, for he senses the weaving of Creation on every
hand. It is the physical embodiment of a supernatural existence... For
the sea is itself nothing but love and emotion. It is the Living
Infinite, as one of your poets has said. Nature manifests herself in it,
with her three kingdoms: mineral, vegetable, and animal. The ocean is
the vast reservoir of Nature.”
-- Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea
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Sunday, June 2, 2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Kraken coffee?
I saw this picture the other day on a Steampunk Facebook group page. Now this seems to me to just be an advertisement for Kraken Rum, which I'd never heard of before, so I guess it's a good thing they're advertising themselves so well on social media. (Sarcasm.) Would you look at that! I just gave Kraken Rum free advertising. Oops, did it again. Shit.
Well, I would still not be averse to trying this coffee some time... sounds delish! I probably wouldn't buy Kraken Rum though. I'd just use what I've got in the pantry.
Ciao!
The Lonely Alchemist
Well, I would still not be averse to trying this coffee some time... sounds delish! I probably wouldn't buy Kraken Rum though. I'd just use what I've got in the pantry.
Ciao!
The Lonely Alchemist
Monday, May 20, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Poetry Tuesday: "The Kraken" by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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