| Pepe's cousin |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|12:49 pm] |
Close encounter with a skunk this morning. I was exploring a cul de sac and Sophie-Pup took an insistent run at a small cedar. Under it was a small, wide-tailed black and white creature. I'm positive that it wasn't a cat, because the Sophster regards cats neither as rivals as she does other dogs, nor as food as she does thrushes, ravens, and squirrels. We got surprisingly close, but fortunately the leash ran out before she could touch it.
All parties left the scene in as sweet-smelling a state as they entered it.
Whew. |
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| Yo-yo, walking the dog |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|12:14 pm] |
A pug beagle mix is the newest adventure in my life. After a few May and June mini-hikes on weekends, I wanted to add more exercise the rest of the week. Tuesday night, Maddy's boyfriend Jiff came over. I fed the two teens hot dogs, and we watched "Notting Hill", a bland romantic comedy. Jiff's mom has a dog that doesn't get to go for walks very often, and suddenly, despite my complete inexperience with canines, I felt an inspiration: I could walk Hilda's dog!
Hilda was surprised that i wanted to, and was happy to have it done, yet irritated that it would involve answering the door early in the morning. I took Jiff along in case I needed a technical consult, and my daughter Maddy accompanied us to make sure that we didn't talk about her. (As if the two people who know her best could have anything more to discover.)
When we arrived, Hilda didn't clip the leash on all of the way, and Sophie-Pup escaped between our legs and out of the front door. Jiff raced after her, but he slipped and skinned his arm on the driveway, allowing her a head start that took three blocks to overcome. Maddy and I met him halfway as he was carrying her back, and he clipped the leash on, then handed her over to me. We walked a scant mile, and it all went well, despite her almost constant muscular pulling and testing. A very short length seemed to work best, with occasional pauses to calm down before continuing. -- Maddy was horrified by the pooper scooping obligation.
Thursday and Friday I tackled it on my own. Walked farther, and faster, and talked to other ladies with pooches in the park. Today I got to see duckings, and a graceful blue heron. Sohie-Pup wanted to swim out to them, but I didn't allow it. |
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| Orgone Energy |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|10:36 am] |
Last weekend I went on a jaunt to Central Point Oregon. My daughter would insist on calling it a "road trip". She perceives neither the redundancy nor the hippie, sixties --as opposed to a drug "trip"-- implications of that bit of folksiness.
For the last month the buzz from my fellow Healthfoodians had been
Or-e-gon, oregon
and
Ya goin'?
My response had been: Ashland is far away, and camping implies mosquitos. I hadn't even considered the olfactory implications of porta-potty perdition. As the date grew closer, my buddy Dianne offered me a ride, and said that she already had a room reserved; a room, not camping. It all started to sound a little better. D's husband had been planning to go, but he's not manically obsessed with all that is raw and vegan and counting coconuts one by one, so he was thrilled to stay at home and not need to hire babysitters for their pets as long as D had company on the drive.
I swam in the mornings and then went to lectures about coconuts and raw pastry-making. There was a film about conscious birth and conception, and a workshop on growing your own oyster mushrooms. There were a couple of two-hour talks by David Wolf. Both times the schedule keeper eventually cut him off. He still had more to say. I met a few people from my online world, and, as most of you will probably know from your own experiences: they walk and talk EXACTLY the way that they type. It was a meeting of big personalities, where everyone had a chance to strut their stuff as celebrities of varying degree.
Mushroom cultivation overlapped with RawFu in the schedule, so I walked in after Fu started. "Oh My God, it's Bunny Berry!" "OMG, it's Priss!" Trooper Bunny handled my interruption with grace, and got back to her focus on self-acceptance and smoothies, even if you live in the deep-fried South.
Of course I took pictures. ( Click and see clickenzie. ) |
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| Contents Unknown |
[May. 17th, 2009|11:06 am] |
What WAS the true nature of the schmutz ornamenting my bedroom window?
Bird excrement? Unlikely. It originated on a cold night in a vicious thunderstorm. What kind of a birdbrain would go out in that kind of weather? If someone tells you: "The dyspepsic bird flies at night." They are probably testing to see if you give the countersign. You know, because you are their spy versus spy contact. I suggest turning tail and skipping away unless you are willing to accept the plans to the doomsday device and ferry them to the next cell in the chain.
In addition to the rain and the lightning, I could hear the upstairs neighbors shuffling around, while they are usually comatose.
Now, turning to the actual substance which was yellow-brown, waxy, hard to scrape off, and smelled disgusting-
A day sunny enough to take the screen off and clean the outside of the window is what brought on my encounter with unpleasant organic matter-
Vinegar and detergent and a nylon sponge, and a plastic straight-edge were employed to ultimately successfully remove-
What looks to be upstairs condo vomit. |
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| Mother's Day, Mother's Day |
[May. 11th, 2009|06:51 pm] |
A Spiderman kite, a Batman kite, and some very exotic flora and fauna. All pictures from the past weekend.
Kite-flying with Maddy.
Smiley, Zbig, and Mad find that twine is not tautological.
Museum of glass Seaforms.
Kelp seaforms on the beach.
OMG, A SERPENT!
Another Chihuly creation.
And a real poppy, innocently blooming in a front yard garden.
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| Space, the year 2009 |
[May. 9th, 2009|07:21 am] |
"I have extensive aural sensitivities."
That's what Uhura said as a bid to move to flagship crew from entry-level raw cadet. "Raw" in the sense of being new and untested. It is rare for a Starfleet officers to experience trial by fire. The Trek movie opened yesterday. It was all over the region, but I had to see it in Gig Harbor. Smiley drove, (Oh yes, there is a guy friend in my life now, who shall be known here in the Prissiverse as "Smiley")
Trek was better than I could have imagined. As a science fiction fan, I look for things that don't seem important to most movie-makers. Things like:
An actual plotline!
Characters that you can tell apart from each other!
Ridiculous accents!
This had it all. Plus the above-quoted double-entendre. There were also: a bar fight - for you guy on guy action fans, absolutely insane space images, incredible opening credits, and the now-obligatory trudging through the snow on an Alaskan planet, that SF dramatizations generally succumb to. By the end of the 2 hours and 7 minutes, I felt accepting of the new cast. It was great to see Nimoy back too. I missed Shatner. He would have been ideal for the ending voice-over. |
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| Alternate Identity |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|09:32 am] |
According to this video, I am a French teenager (or two French teenagers,) with record pantomime experience.
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| New Pic with Zbig |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|05:49 pm] |
The elder offspring showed up for a visit!
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| Rahm bahm thank you mahm |
[Feb. 11th, 2009|01:11 pm] |
I found this current editorial by the aged Fidel Castro courtesy of the Huffington Post. It fascinates me that he mentions Immanuel Kant, because I am currently reading "Writings on an Ethical Life" by Peter Singer. Singer adores Kant, but notes with stunned amazement that Kant was a believing Christian. The implication I derive, is that in Singer-world, heavy-hitters of philosophy should really be Atheist or Jewish. I tend to concur.
Getting back to the Castro article, it is literate, it is surreal, it is nonsensical. Yet it has a certain coherence. If Fidel hadn't been a Communist dictator, he could have been a Talmudist, or maybe a Depak Chopra style guru of everything. I am finding myself firmly in the Barbara Walters camp: Castro is a lot of fun.
Fidel calls his titular topic, Rahm Emanuel, "brilliant", and wants to stir up excitement because Emanuel was a warrior in a real war. Also, his mother has been a political activist. Why this is just like someone with a similar name, someone who has a revolutionary, vice president mother, a character in a book by a Cuban ambassador! Castro longs for charismatic, energetic leaders to emerge. Maybe an American, maybe someone with a vaguely hispanic surname. . . .
Dategirl and her readers of assorted gender just want to make out with Rahmmy-baby. Apparently they aren't the only ones.
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| Writer's Block: Conchordance |
[Feb. 6th, 2009|06:33 am] |
Bret, Bret all the way. He's also better at carrying a tune, and can play the guitar better. He may even have perfect pitch. That said, neither of the Conchordians is especially cute. Jermaine looks (and dresses!) like Mike Meyers in his Austin Powers role. I do love their act though.
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| Skirmish in the war to preserve roof integrity |
[Feb. 2nd, 2009|06:14 pm] |
Today I saw a squirrel skip merrily up the trunk of a Western Cedar. The tree had been outfitted with an aluminum collar. A two-foot wide swath of metal, lined with plastic, it had been placed there to prevent the fluffy-tailed rodents from climbing the trees, and then gaining access to the roof. The next counter-offensive may have to be the removal of all trees within squirrel-jumping distance of the building.
As it bounded over the useless defense mechanism, I could almost hear a victorious cry in the squirrel tongue:
I laugh at your anti squirrel technology!
All of your hazelnuts shall be mine.
Ta-ta, until we meet again. |
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| Beware the non-dairy art of self defense |
[Jan. 28th, 2009|01:31 pm] |
Some virus-infected rawfoodian must have breathed on me last weekend. The sneezing masqueraded as an allergic reaction to the plague of pet cats and dogs, but it was soon followed by a sore throat, and an all-over achiness swiftly ensued. I'm on the mend now. I'm still sniffling like crazy, but the every bone in my body hurts like crazy is diminishing by the hour. If anyone were to give me any trouble, my Kraft-Margerina skills would kick in unbidden, and the assailant would suffer instant flattenization. |
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| Hallelujah |
[Jan. 24th, 2009|07:23 am] |
Last night I went to a performance by a gospel music group. The most cynical definition of music is to regard it as a form of hypnosis. Religious belief and practice too, could be looked at as means of regulating crowd behavior, using the powerful tools of creeds, repetition, rhythm, behavior modeling, using up all of your waking moments . . .
These guys rocked!
I'm feeling some fusion inspiration. This can only lead to more lyrics. |
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| LOL Luminati |
[Jan. 20th, 2009|04:17 pm] |
I was asked if I could get here at 5 PM, so I got here at 4. Using public transportation got me to the street entrance a mile away from the banquet hall. One of the Looms kindly gave me a ride up the hill, but he was shocked when I told him the event I was here to attend is a party for President Obama.
"They're having THAT here?"
"Yes, they rented the clubhouse."
The thought that Democratic money spends just like any other kind, calmed the club-weilder, and he pointed out the entrance to the building.
Woo, the souvenir table isn't even set up yet, and someone already bought two custom-etched commemorative wineglasses. |
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| Four-armed is an Indian Temple Sculpture |
[Jan. 20th, 2009|04:19 am] |
Two white grapefruits whirled in the blender, plus a quart of water went into a half-gallon jug that used to hold honey. Along with pears, an orange, celery sticks, and green tea bags, it is being packed along to protect me from any coffee and doughnut temptations during today's inaugural festivities. Sweater and jeans and Doc Martens for the AM, tank top and velvet skirt and Mary Janes for the PM. Look for me behind the laptop bearing the sticker " My other computer is a Cray." |
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| That was the weekend that was |
[Jan. 18th, 2009|07:03 pm] |
I'm listening to Allison Crowe youtube videos. They are suiting my gloomy mood perfectly. OMG it's winter depression! Yesterday morning had some stuff happen that shouldn't have upset me, but it did. Then I went to Sephora, a store that is new to Seattle. You can't cry while you are trying on eye makeup. That worked for around an hour. In the evening, I went to see some Celtic performers at a coffee shop. The lead singer reminded me of Pete Seeger. What a cool place. Not too far away and the wi-fi works. Now if only I could find something that I like on the menu, I could make it a regular hang-out without feeling guilty about taking up a table after only ordering a cup of tea.
The gloominess is back today, but at least without the teariness.
I wrote a little rhyme in the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) cbpotts comments. Check it out!
Edited to add it here too:
Ninepins gone wild
Family ties, team loyalty
And chocolate cake conflate
A crucible where self-control
Was not left on the plate
From this we learn some guys are nuts
John's mom learned it too late
When kith and kin don't measure up
Try not to be irate
Blunt objects and custom shoes
Tend to incriminate
And most of all, above all else
Do not a bowler date!
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