Cloudspotting Pigs
So I’m headed out into this warm July afternoon to indulge in a life-affirming pastime and hoping to find out for certain… If a swineherder goes cloudspotting, what might he see?
Considerations of humanity and hogritude, because an insufficiency of pigs is one of the great faults of all that the gods have made manifest to man.
So I’m headed out into this warm July afternoon to indulge in a life-affirming pastime and hoping to find out for certain… If a swineherder goes cloudspotting, what might he see?
Subvert your fear of the H1N1 Snoutbreak. Clothe yourself in fashionable armor that announces your indifference. Socio-industrial collapse? Baaah!
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The image of the Vitruvian Swine idled in my imagination for several years before it debuted on Porkopolis.org. I have since discovered that many other folk have independently arrived at a similar conception of da Vinci and the swine. None of these have appealed to my inner oinkeological nature so much as the swine at Matt Buck’s Hack web site.
The aerodynamic potential of pigs has long been debated. Is that plump body a proper fuselage? Can a curvilinear tail assembly function as a rudder? Will cloven appendages withstand the stress of landing? And, eh… Just where are the wings? Perhaps only the Walrus knows.