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Showing posts with label Thirst Satyrday for Eros. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 3, 2023

For Jim Rix’s 80th Birthday
(on January 15)

Jim’s Most 
Famous Column?

By Moristotle

Jim Rix’s wry, witty discourse on the Greek legend of Psyche and Eros, “Thirst Satyrday for Eros: Understanding Eros (subtitled ‘...merits ardent investigation’),” was published on Saturday, September 6, 2014. Over eight years later, on December 28, 2022, our administrative staff received a notice from Blogger unlike any other we had ever received in our almost 17 years of posting, to wit:

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Thirst Satyrday for Eros: Personals

Hot water

By Bob Boldt

Date: 2010-8-05,7:04 PM CDT—Hetero Couple Seeking Hetero Couple—We believe there is no trouble that cannot be dissolved in the sweet, steaming waters of Lethe. New Age 30-something couple seeks like-minded other couple or single pleasure seekers to help fill our hot tub—Posting ID: 199103525.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Thirst Satyrday for Eros (in fiction)

Marika (a short story)

By Bob Boldt

Richard met her in a bar on St Patty’s Day. He was drawn to her strong features and wild, glowing hair back lit by the red neon of the old Miller’s Beer sign over the crowded bar. She had to be 20 years his senior and yet his calculations were made irrelevant by her inviting smile and enticing eyes. This was definitely someone worth meeting.
    His striking features and dark hair made him a confident operator with the ladies. As he sided into the empty stool to her right he actually found his confidence strangely shaken and his voice devoid of its usual self-assured tone. “A-are you a-alone,” he stammered out as he fumbled for his lighter.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Thirst Satyrday for Eros (in fiction)

How the prairie got its prick
(a short story)

By Bob Boldt

“The construction of this tower and the surrounding office complex that houses the Nebraska State Capitol building was completed in 1932.”
    Vivian Albers’s voice was quiet and strong. Because of the anteroom’s acoustics, it was not necessary to project above a conversational level in order that the flock of high school sophomores could hear her. She continued, “Because of the 400-foot height of the tower, and the lack of any other competing landmark, it is not unusual for the tower to attract a large number of lightning hits, sometimes even in relatively clear weather. The architect, Bertram G. Goodhue, was a protégé of the eccentric inventor, Nicola Tesla, and was rumored to have been interested in his electrical experiments, especially those dealing with the storage and transmission of electromagnetic energy.”

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Thirst Satyrday for Eros (in fiction)

"Angel," photo by Bob Boldt
The Baby Sitter (a short story)

By W.M. Dean

At last the Beamers’ three kids were in bed! Jan Hilbert let herself fall face-first and full-length on the Beamers’ ratty old hide-a-bed couch.
    “Ugh.” She shouldn’t have gone face-first – the heavy smell of ancient dirt, stale popcorn, and a hundred other crumbly family television snacks permeated the man-made fabric.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Thirst Satyrday for Eros (in fiction)

Portrait of the author
by Susan C. Price
William the Conjuror (a short story)

By W.M. Dean

Editor:
    I haven't written many letters to editors. Certainly none on the subject of this letter, a subject that I've never even talked about with anyone—strange as that will seem to your more sophisticated readers. But, truth is, I've been until very recently a modest, retiring fellow.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Thirst Satyrday for Eros (in fiction)

Portrait of the author
by Susan C. Price
The facts of life (a short story)

By W.M. Dean

At dinner Joey didn’t eat. He moved his peas around on his place with his fork and picked at the hamburger loaf. Mostly, he looked down at his plate, but now and then he glanced up at his parents, usually looking first at his mother for a few seconds, thinking how beautiful she was, then at his father, wondering why don’t they talk?

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Thirst Satyrday for Eros: Erotic complications of a polygamous household

A product of Wasatch Brewery
A view from Salt Lake City

By Morris Dean

[Like Wednesday's column about Salt Lake City's street nomenclature and yesterday's limerick, playing off "Deseret," today's column was conceived in Salt Lake City, during our visit to Temple Square and admiring the two principal houses lived in by Brigham Young (1801-1877).]

My father-in-law told my wife when she was young (and years before I met her) that in a hard-scrabble economy such as he had experienced in Indiana and Missouri during the Depression, a family needed lots of children to work on the farm.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Thirst Satyrday for Eros: Love in a cold climate

Original letterpress print for a Nancy Mitford novel
Does Hell give off or absorb heat?

By Anonymous

Edited by Morris Dean

[The following is alleged to be an actual question given on a University of Arizona chemistry midterm, and an actual answer turned in by a student. It didn't start out to have anything at all to do with Eros, unless by a circuitous route of associations having to do with love...death...heaven...hell.]

For Bonus Points: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Thirst Satyrday for Eros: Understanding Eros

Émile Signol’s painting,
“The Abduction of Psyche”
...merits ardent investigation

By Jim Rix

It’s been awhile since I studied the Greek gods, but here’s what I remember about them in relation to Eros (the God of Love and Sexual Desire). Eros is the son of Aphrodite (the Goddess of Love, Beauty, Sexuality, Pleasure, Procreation, etc.), who was born when Cronus (a first-generation Titan) cut off Uranus (the God of the Sky’s) balls and threw them into the sea, out of which Aphrodite arose from Aphros (the God of Sea Foam). (Those ancient Greeks had a God for everything.)

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Thirst Satyrday for Eros: Visual images

How are they erotic?

By Susan C. Price

I don't personally see any of my drawings as erotic, they are just about the shapes and light and dark and what I can see. Well, when a model is facing their crotch to me, I draw what I can see. We rarely get male models, unfortunately.