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9.06.2008
8.28.2008
7.18.2008
7.15.2008
7.12.2008
7.08.2008
one thing that happened on sunday
Is it possible that I have Christ-like powers? Probably not, but for a brief period on Sunday, it seemed as though I might. What happened was this : I had taken Steve out for a walk and as we were nearing the house on our way back, he paused to smell something and I looked at the ground at my feet and something caught my eye (and dragged it 15 feet. i used to love that line. i guess i still do) and I bent down to get a better look. It was some sort of beetle and it was interesting because it looked as though it was made of wood...sort of Danish Modern beetle. I picked up a twig and prodded it and nothing happened. I turned it over with aforementioned twig to see that it's arms and legs were folded up--dead. Dead Danish Modern beetle. So of course I picked it up and brought it home with me with the idea of photographing it and possibly making a shrine to Hans Wegner. I brought it into the study to my desk and sat it on the base of my flat screen monitor where I often put small tcotchkes. I went about my business for a while and then came back to the computer to read the Times online. Bing Crosby cat hopped up on the desk to keep me company and was immediately certain that it belonged to him. He smelled it thoroughly and then batted it with his paw. I asked him to move along and returned DM beetle to its former position. I returned to reading the "paper" and became aware at some point that something fell off the pedestal but I didn't pay any attention as I was engrossed in an article about how it's apparently NOT blasphemy to serve red wine chilled, though one should choose the red wisely, as you might imagine. Shaking me out of this flurry of thoughts about new and fun ways to enjoy alcohol was the sound of flipping and scratching and flapping. I looked down to see this Danish Modern beetle was actually a Lazarus Beetle, come back to life, his legs pumping and flailing in the air. I scooted my chair away from the desk rapidly, startled and amazed. I ran into the kitchen and got an 8 ounce plastic container that I moved him into with the help of a subscription card from Bike magazine. I grabbed my camera and took him out onto the side porch, excited and a little bit scared. At that point he had begun flapping about and trying to fly so it was hard to get a good photograph because every time it popped and flapped up and down it would startle me and I would let out a girly scream like Nathan Lane in "Birdcage." So in the end I got crappy photos of my Danish Modern beetle but he lived to be elegant for another day as I sat him free.
this morning
So I'm on my way to work this morning, came off Brook onto Lombardy by VUU, got to the roundabout thingie and paused, those things always make me pause whether I need to or not, and there's a Camry wagon on my left and I couldn't tell if he was going to turn right or come into the circle, so with a hop I jumped into the circle, in front of him basically, but there was plenty of room (really!) and all went smoothly except that he blew his horn at me. I ignored him, didn't give my usual mouthed "sorry," and proceeded forward toward the traffic light, which was red. I got into the lane to turn left, and see him in my rear mirror coming up and around me. He gets to the intersection, where the Light is Still Red, and turns right Without Stopping. Had there not been a car in front of me I would have blown my horn. I don't think there's a moral here. Also, he didn't use his turn signal.
7.06.2008
6.27.2008
friday
i have always been the scared little bunny, shrinking away into the corner. i hope i have a good day today. does You Be The Change equal You Be The Good Day?
6.24.2008
6.16.2008
Fresh Out of Chopin...
but that's not true, really, I'm flush with Chopin, that's just a line from Dexter that has been stuck in my head for the last hour.
What's going on? It's 8:35 and I need to take out the trash, fill the birdfeeder, maybe walk Steve, and think about starting to prepare dinner. Also, I need to pump up the tires on the mountain bike, adjust the new SRAM rear derailleur, and basically ready her for riding to work tomorrow. I was just looking at racks on the Performance website, thinking I'll get a rack for toting and whatnot. That makes me feel a little geeky, old and perhaps too practical. Then again, the thought of not always toting things on my back when riding is seeming more and more attractive. Oscar the cat just jumped up onto the desk and sat on the mouse as though he were hoping to hatch it. I have relocated him to my lap where he now purrs loudly and vigorously noses my left wrist. He's a hell of a noser, this guy. And a headbutter, wait, head-butter ??? he likes to head butt me...should that be spelled "but" or "butt"? He loves me, maybe too much, shadows me constantly, and must sleep curled into my side pretty much every night. He woke me around 2 or 3 the other morning, staring at me and purring loudly, then head butted me several times, nosed my eye hard and then nosed my ear, which is alternately moist, pleasant, and disturbing.
Wow, I thought I might write about my disgust with crime in Richmond yet again, but somehow it's turned a different course. I gush on about my my pets, my de-facto kids, and you know what, I think having a dog or a cat or whatever domesticated animal you choose to snuggle with is pretty fucking great because they just are what they are, depending on us in usual circumstances, to take care of them, and in return tell us that they think we're great, licking our faces, wagging their tails, purring their approval, or nosing the hell out of our ears...
5.20.2008
5.15.2008
Checking In
Good things :
-Megan produced a child out of her womb : a boy! Samuel! Cute with perfect little lips. Welcome Samuel! Well done Megan.
--Went mountain biking at Harwood's Mill on the reservoir in Newport News on Sunday. Mad fun. Everything was super-wet and slippery and the trail full of roots. I only wiped out once, right after I tackled a sketchy section and was thinking to myself, "Hey I've still got chops, this is awesome, I'm better than I remember..." and wham! wiped out on a corner that I should have made. Launched into a big pile of mud. Praises to Giro helmets, keeping my brainpan intact.
--Charlotte NC...our loss is their gain. They'll get a police chief they need and hopefully our next one won't suck. Good luck Charlotte, kick crime's ass.
Bad Things:
--We're losing our police chief.
--Earthquake, tornadoes, cyclones, idiotic governments, lives lost horribly. How does one keep a balance between the light and the dark...it seems I'm either super-silly and seemingly care-free or darkly depressed and wondering where the end of the road is.
--There is an endless supply of stupid, cruel, thoughtless human beings.
Remember: be kind.
Cheers, leemur
3.21.2008
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