Daily happiness

Let us snark at German.

Of course IE won't display the original page and one has to look at it in Firefox, but oh well.

Horse Latitudes

When the still sea conspires an armor (*an* armor? Really, Jim?)
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is DEAD blah blah blah

This is one of those sargasso 'I hate my life' periods, and so as a counteractant I bring you....

Medieval Arabic Poetry from Spain! ( Under the cut )

ETA: I remember someone trying to convince me, back in '68, that Horse Latitudes was all about having sex with a condom on. The horses are sperm. I suppose it works.