As for the narrative content of the series, just like it says in the helpful movie reference up top, this is probably the cutest and sweetest anime series I’ve ever seen. Yes, I did remember Bunny Drop. It’s cuter and sweeter than even that. That’s pretty much what happened with Picasso’s La Reve. When the artist was 50 years old, he painted a portrait of his 22 year old mistress Marie Therese Walter, presumably because he wanted to immortalize her beauty, and also because nailing a 22 year old at 50 is something that deserves to be documented. As an Easter egg, Picasso even painted half of her face in the shape of a semi flaccid or semi erect penis (depending on your level of penis pessimism)..
Cuban 25k twitter fine . Design your own prom dress . Fun questions mind tricks . To this Do I say, hope you appreciate the magnitude of your impending good fortune. Statu torybuy. Can recommend it enough. On the grounds of the Buena Vista Winery, the historic stone structures and Tokaj style cellars founded by the tirelessly entrepreneurial Hungarian immigrant and so called Count Agoston Haraszthy in 1857, thus laying claim to the title “first commercial winery in California” (generally exclusive of the weak spirit squeezed from pig skins by brothers of the Franciscan order, merely as a sacramental sup, firstly, and surely a thirst slaker for the “savages” whose sunny paradise they were busily engaged in remaking to their preference), there exists a curious installation that one might at first glance call a fountain, constructed at the behest of the property’s current owner and dedicated restorer, Jean Charles Boisset, a Frenchman of no less international renown and entrepreneurial vigor (though perhaps a mite more sensitivity to the unseen flow of energies) than his unfortunate predecessor, the count, who disappeared into swirling waters teaming with crocodiles in Nicaragua in 1869 after having his stake in the winery he founded wrested from him after only a short run, in the grand scheme of things; to wit, upon standing in this particular spot, at the end of a promenade now handsomely paved in Belgian stone, the Boisset proponent of that agricultural system informed by cosmic forces, biodynamics feeling a “knot” in the flow of energy there, a restoration problem that no extra joist, no stonework, nothing would help to fix but a custom built vortex, a “two way rhythmical movement of water,” having quite the opposite action of a sabered Champagne bottle’s exuberant outward flow, rather more like that of wine poured down the bunghole of a barrel that is never never be and which, although we know the suggestion of one of the several character actors hired to impersonate the count that these swiftly devoured dark waters exit somewhere in Arizona to be merely off the cuff, just might, for some, have a deeper resonance than what may seem, to most, like a funny little fountain at a boozy little tourist attraction, because if it isn’t bad feng shui the money corner it’s a reminder of the unseen gyre that surrounds and pulls all of our lives into destination unknown, a punctuating chasm at the tail end of a history that ends where it begins, like the insatiable demand of a hungry ghost. 18000 Old Winery Road, Sonoma. Vanishing Act.