today is my dad's 52 birthday. happy birthday pabbi!
he told me today that on her way to break up a fight outside between kafka and another cat, stella was so riled up he thought she was going to explode. she runs down two flights of stairs, nearly mutilates his hand while he's trying to open the door, bursts through to the outside and literally stops dead in her tracks at the sight of a food bowl with some cat food in it that she glances at in her periphery. instead of going to the aide of her best friend, whose rescue she's been fixated on for ten fiery minutes, she proceeded to lap up his food and stare into space. my dad had to wrestle the bowl away from her and literally kick her in the butt in order to remind her there was saving to do. so she and kafka made up and chased the rogue gray enemy off the lawn. that dog.
have a good sunny sunday!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
sound familiar?
From Hocus Pocus by Kurt Vonnegut:
In it, I remember, Wilder said that the trouble with conservationists was that they never considered the costs in terms of jobs and living standards of eliminating fossil fuels or doing something with garbage other than dumping it in the ocean, and so on.
Ed Bergeron said to him, "Good! Then I can write the epitaph for this once salubrious blue-green orb." He meant the planet.
Wilder gave him his supercilious, vulpine, patronizing, silky debater's grin. "A majority of the scientific community," he said, "would say, if I'm not mistaken, that an epitaph would be premature by several thousand years."
..."You want to hear the epitaph?"...
"If we must," said Wilder, and the grin went on and on. "I have to tell you though, that you are not the first person to say the game was all over for the human race. I'm sure that even in Egypt before the first pyramid was constructed, there were men who attracted a following by saying, 'It's all over now.'"
"What is different about now as compared with Eqypt...the difference is that we have the misfortune of knowing what's really going on," said Bergeron, "which is no fun at all. And this has given rise to a whole new class of preening, narcissistic quacks like yourself who say in the service of rich and shameless polluters that the state of the atmosphere and the water and the topsoil on which all life depends is as debateable as how many angels can dance on the fuzz of a tennis ball."
Bergeron's epitaph for the planet, I remember...was this:
WE COULD HAVE SAVED IT, BUT WE WERE TOO DOGGONE CHEAP.
Only he didn't say "doggone."
In it, I remember, Wilder said that the trouble with conservationists was that they never considered the costs in terms of jobs and living standards of eliminating fossil fuels or doing something with garbage other than dumping it in the ocean, and so on.
Ed Bergeron said to him, "Good! Then I can write the epitaph for this once salubrious blue-green orb." He meant the planet.
Wilder gave him his supercilious, vulpine, patronizing, silky debater's grin. "A majority of the scientific community," he said, "would say, if I'm not mistaken, that an epitaph would be premature by several thousand years."
..."You want to hear the epitaph?"...
"If we must," said Wilder, and the grin went on and on. "I have to tell you though, that you are not the first person to say the game was all over for the human race. I'm sure that even in Egypt before the first pyramid was constructed, there were men who attracted a following by saying, 'It's all over now.'"
"What is different about now as compared with Eqypt...the difference is that we have the misfortune of knowing what's really going on," said Bergeron, "which is no fun at all. And this has given rise to a whole new class of preening, narcissistic quacks like yourself who say in the service of rich and shameless polluters that the state of the atmosphere and the water and the topsoil on which all life depends is as debateable as how many angels can dance on the fuzz of a tennis ball."
Bergeron's epitaph for the planet, I remember...was this:
WE COULD HAVE SAVED IT, BUT WE WERE TOO DOGGONE CHEAP.
Only he didn't say "doggone."
Friday, January 21, 2011
day 2
faulkner. i do not get you. updates soon.
ichi, my cat, does this thing where she jumps at the door several times in order to reach the doorknob, then when she's successful she latches onto it and wiggles around in order to force the door open. it often takes her several tries and the tries sound like this: SLAMMMMM...DRAG....SLAM...DDDDRRRAAAAGGGGG...SSSSSSLAMMM...EEEKKKKK DRAGGGGG. SLAMMM CLING WIGGLE WIGGLE BOOM DOOR'S OPEN.
after she enters she immediately runs up to the bed and stares at my face, and if i don't show signs of being awake she'll start rummaging through my things and either ripping them or hurling them from bookshelves, etc. it's pretty much the most singularly annoying thing that i can endure. this morning we decided to end it. instead of getting up and begrudgingly feeding her, we're going to constantly reinforce positive behavior by throwing her out time and time again. however this doesn't exactly make for a great morning. she's currently on what must be her 5th or 6th attempt, and she makes it in every time, a little bit more hysterical than the last.
i'll let you know how it goes. with ichi and faulkner. the sound and the fury. HAHAHAH!!!
ichi, my cat, does this thing where she jumps at the door several times in order to reach the doorknob, then when she's successful she latches onto it and wiggles around in order to force the door open. it often takes her several tries and the tries sound like this: SLAMMMMM...DRAG....SLAM...DDDDRRRAAAAGGGGG...SSSSSSLAMMM...EEEKKKKK DRAGGGGG. SLAMMM CLING WIGGLE WIGGLE BOOM DOOR'S OPEN.
after she enters she immediately runs up to the bed and stares at my face, and if i don't show signs of being awake she'll start rummaging through my things and either ripping them or hurling them from bookshelves, etc. it's pretty much the most singularly annoying thing that i can endure. this morning we decided to end it. instead of getting up and begrudgingly feeding her, we're going to constantly reinforce positive behavior by throwing her out time and time again. however this doesn't exactly make for a great morning. she's currently on what must be her 5th or 6th attempt, and she makes it in every time, a little bit more hysterical than the last.
i'll let you know how it goes. with ichi and faulkner. the sound and the fury. HAHAHAH!!!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
1st blog of my 1 blog a day
Yep, one gem every day for as long as I can remember. So maybe tomorrow. Today is going to be a shit fest, I'm working from 9:00 am (right now) until 8:30 pm (a lot later) and I can already smell the stress and passive aggression headed my way. MMmmm working in education.
On a better note - last night I made tofu with cream of broccoli and scallions as per a suggestion from the potluck on Tuesday (some of which I remember) and it was delicious and as comforting as eating baby food. Even though Dan's comment that it "looks like snotty vomit" rings true. My parents could not have paid me to eat that when I was little.
A quote! I've been reading Hocus Pocus by Vonnegut and I (gasp!) skipped to the last page and read it like the masochist I am but luckily nothing was revealed but the overarching theme of the book, which is, "Just because some of us can read and do a little math, that doesn't mean we deserve to conquer the Universe."
On a better note - last night I made tofu with cream of broccoli and scallions as per a suggestion from the potluck on Tuesday (some of which I remember) and it was delicious and as comforting as eating baby food. Even though Dan's comment that it "looks like snotty vomit" rings true. My parents could not have paid me to eat that when I was little.
A quote! I've been reading Hocus Pocus by Vonnegut and I (gasp!) skipped to the last page and read it like the masochist I am but luckily nothing was revealed but the overarching theme of the book, which is, "Just because some of us can read and do a little math, that doesn't mean we deserve to conquer the Universe."
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
things i did while doing my parents' taxes today:
1. called megan
2. ate a greek salad
3. read several blogs discussing things from antoine dodson's current whereabouts to pajama jeans
4. completed a crossword in style
5. stared into space
things i did not do while doing my parents' taxes today:
1. my parents' taxes.
2. consider that the writing of this blog should be on the above list.
2. ate a greek salad
3. read several blogs discussing things from antoine dodson's current whereabouts to pajama jeans
4. completed a crossword in style
5. stared into space
things i did not do while doing my parents' taxes today:
1. my parents' taxes.
2. consider that the writing of this blog should be on the above list.
Monday, January 10, 2011
origami
sooo i've recently begun to play with paper and turn it into shapes, a la the ancient art of ORIGAMI. i'm just going to put it out there that origami is really sweet and incredibly complex and every time i finish a shape i am amazed that at some point someone invented this intricate series of twists and turns and evoked a completely different beast in the end without ever cutting or gluing the medium. i could go on but clearly the point of this post was to show you THIS
wooo so maybe in a few years this will be your christmas present from that girl who you thought lost her mind and lived with a hundred cats but was really just folding paper into itty bitty feathers to arrange just so the WHOLE TIME.
wooo so maybe in a few years this will be your christmas present from that girl who you thought lost her mind and lived with a hundred cats but was really just folding paper into itty bitty feathers to arrange just so the WHOLE TIME.
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