This quasi-genitalic shape, covered in lace, which I recently encountered in the wet topics of the Daintree Forest of North Queensland, reeked with a truly disgusting rotten meat smell. You can see the flies that seemed to enjoy the odor as much as I loathed it.
Why do I find myself thinking of the coming US election and the just held British plebiscite? Why do I feel so grumpy?
Born in Oklahoma: 30 years in US. 6 years in Canada, 40 years in Australia. Academic field: history and philosophy of science. Currently, teach indigenous studies online at Institute of American Indian Arts (Santa Fe, NM) and Brandon University (Manitoba). Come visit our B&B on Australia's Great Ocean Road. Mate's Rates for Hi community! (http://www.cimarron.com.au)