Free at Last, Free at Last

My weird obsession with Greenland was delighted to hear about the vote to give them their long deserved independence from Denmark, though I hope they don't go the route of poor Iceland. I was telling Bow that I've long wanted to retire there, and she told me that we'd have to split and she would start a basenji rebel group in Burundi so she'd be able to get back to her historic roots and preferred climate.

It's still my belief that the Titanic was sunk by rogue icebergs seeking Greenland's autonomy.

Interactive Thursday: Before I Die

I would like to accomplish at least three of these five things, and they are not necessarily my top five things:

* Run a coatimundi ranch.
* Learn to play the bandoneon.
* Gain true fluency in Spanish and French...and Catalan, Japanese, Quichua, Gaelic...
* Spend a year in Greenland.
* Die peacefully at an old age in the bed of my tastefully appointment penthouse in l'Eixample Dreta of Barcelona, Poulenc playing in the background.

What's on your list? (This isn't a tagging blog or a meme post, by the way.)

Kangerlussuaq Dreamin' on a Hot, Nasty Day

MANTRA FOR
A SUNDAY:

You can
never be --

Too thin


Too rich


or

Too cold