Ghosts of Joe Slovo

I only did one piece, after all that, one of mine to introduce myself (didn't really know the rules, one girl did SIX, or I would have done both) but I've got them in the pocket for next time, thanks so much.

let's see how long I do ok with routine.. The gym builds my energy too much; the job makes me think too much; I'm having trouble sleeping. By today, it gets rough. Another yoga class tonight, not sure if I'll make it or just lift.

There needs to be a Patron Saint of Secretaries. oops. never mind.

I have to turn the meeting room at work into China in two days.

This is the meeting room with four walls all measuring about 21 feet long and 8 feet high.  This is at the branch that has glue sticks and crayons for art supplies.  This is for Summer Reading Club, which starts Monday morning.

Why do I sign up for tasks like this?  They sound fun, but then I look at the calendar and it's like: ouch!  Every minute of my work day for the next two days will be spent creating China.  It took my al of yesterday to come up with a workable design!  I even brought two gym bags of art tools and paint from my own studio just in case.  Mind you, it's not a mural - which would be easy - so I don't know if I'll need that stuff.  But God, it's good to have it handy.  

I only have two days because I wised up for once and took the day off of an actual poetry event (Rust Belt) so that I could make sure it got off the ground just right (but you know this because you're coming).  So after Thursday I'm not at work again.  TWO DAYS.

Maybe I'll have tahmthelametake pictures so you can see the progress.  I imagine you'll see a few of me cracking a whip over my co-workers to build the great three walls of China.  

Me cracking a whip on white women to build a wall: THAT'S gangsta and biblical, son!

Or maybe I'll just lock myself up in the meeting room, put on the boombox, and cry.  That's not gangsta, son.  Biblical, maybe, but not gangsta.

Kittens!

They got moved into their kitty condo tonight, with no help from the condo itself, which proved to be aggravating as hell to assemble largely because the manufacturers' heads appear to be up each other's asses. My thanks to Sargon and his patience.

Fish is fascinated by them. She plays with them. And when I say "Fish plays with the kittens," I mean that in the same sense I mean "Fish plays with her stuffed mouse." She is not one hundred percent aware of her own size and strength, and she seems to see the babies as little toys she can roll around with and bite all she wants. She knows they are alive, and she knows they are cats, but they are also small and fuzzy and intensely biteable. Even I want to chew on them. I'm not surprised she wants to bite. This is Fish. She bites everything.

Mostly, she just mouths their ears and tails. She is very good about stopping when I tell her to stop, and so I've allowed her to interact with them anyway, because they genuinely want to play with her, too. They approach her for it. I'm allowing this because they are getting pretty fast. If I don't get Fish used to them now and teach her to be gentle, I'm going to have problems when they start running in earnest. Small running things set off her attack instincts, and I don't want her taking after them if they dart away from me for a minute -- which they will do.

Fish is being very patient and sweet, really. Viktor even crawled over and lay down next to her last night and started grooming himself when she did. She kissed him. It was really, really cute. I will try to get pictures next time.

For now, have some pics of the orphans snuggling, and some pics of them fighting, and a picture of Viktor in which he does not look like a runt.



Awwww! Viktor and Emelia love each other.


( Oh, so adorable! )

So freakin' cute. They have toys, but really prefer to play with each other. I am so very glad that there are three of them, and that they play with one another, otherwise socializing them would be impossible!




Not that they appear that socialized, really.

Right now they are sleeping in a big, cuddly pile in their cage. I am so proud of my little ones. I know y'all must be sick of it by now, but, seriously, I've wanted to foster a pregnant mama cat since forever because I love baby kittens with a passion. Now I get my wish, sans mama. They will only be with me for another handful of weeks. Not long at all! I intend to enjoy them while they are with me, and I want to save the memories, because it is all just delightful beyond belief.

How revoltingly parental of me. Thank goodness I do not have actual children.

http://patriotboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-dont-have-to-be-einstein-to-know.html

It seems the suspiciously late Albert Einstein, father of relativity and the "shaggy haircut" apparently wrote a dirty little letter to another dirty stinking thinker wherein he offered, like some gadfly at the Cosmic Country Particle Bar & Grill, that the Jews were not the chosen people and the One True Lord is really just a character in a Dr. Seuss book:

"The word God is for me nothing more than the expression and product of human weaknesses, the Bible a collection of honourable, but still primitive legends which are nevertheless pretty childish."

What the heck was he drinking? Speaking of drinking, is it true that as you walk away from a bar everything slows down (actually, I've always found that to be the case)? Who does he think he's kidding? It's almost like he thought that believers would fall for anything! "Oooh, look at me, I know more than people who know less than me," he must have wailed like a wormhole wormy-thing in my imagined scenario. Well, let me tell you, Mr. Einstein in 1954, this kind of thinking leads directly to, uh, somewhere else (and when I figure out where that "somewhere" is I'm gonna go back in time and give you a good bitch slap, boy howdy, 21st Century Yahoo! Christian style!).

I mean, c'mon, all of this miracle stuff has already been vetted, the verdict is in and the Bible is 100% true, every last word in it, on down to the naughty bits. I'm sure Mr. E=MC Hammer probably thought that Christianity was a fiction too. To that I say: Prove it, dead guy! What is it with these Jews? First they say there is only One True God and that they are the Chosen People, then they produce some freakified genius who says

"As far as my experience goes, they (read "jews"--ed) are no better than other human groups, although they are protected from the worst cancers by a lack of power. Otherwise I cannot see anything 'chosen' about them."

Sweet Jesus Christ in a yarmulke! Don't tease us anymore, Jews! You had your chance to accept a variation of your religion as the One True Variation and most of you blew it! What, next you're gonna tell me that Joe Lieberman isn't really a Democrat? Who has time for this shit? I will keep on fighting Mr. 1954 Harpo Head until I am declared the winner! Maybe light bends, but I don't! Not much, anyway. Oww! My back!

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“First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.”

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Okay, I looked in the memories, and my question has to do with peeing while masturbating, but the two posts I found about peeing didn't help. This is really embarrassing, but pretty much every time I masturbate (whether penetrating or with my clit) I think I pee. I can't tell if I'm just ejaculating or what, but it smells like pee after too. But I ALWAYS pee before I masturbate. Sometimes it keeps me from orgasming bc I'm afraid I'm peeing all over or something. Is this normal? Is it even pee?

EDIT: And I'm not pigeon-holing those of you on my friends list who voted for Clinton as unthinking hicks. I doubt anyone reading this voted for Clinton because they thought Obama was a stealth Muslim trying to make us all wear burkas and eat shwarma (although, I could totally go for some shwarma d'jaj right now).

EDIT 2: Ah, mcpreacher, I'm glad we're friends.


Wow, Hillary, nice job. You won because of this:

"Carmen Silliman has collected a sheaf of poisonous e-mails that have flowed into her in-box. "We do not need a Muslim to lead the good ole USA," reads one. Obama is, in fact, a Christian.

Neil Gillies, an Obama supporter who runs a local environmental nonprofit group, glumly recounted the gibes that his wife, a schoolteacher, hears regularly from her students. "They're convinced [Obama] is a Muslim, a terrorist, a guy who's coming to take away their guns," Gillies said. "It's just sad."

Or, in a crappy bit of editing:



Now where's my Chardonnay and Brie?!?!

http://patriotboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-we-hired-like-we-vote.html

The comics section speaks.

I've been back in the east bay for almost a year, and desperately need a haircut.  but I can't go to just anyone.  I have baby fine hair, and most folks just don't know how to deal with it.  way back when, I got a few decent cuts at Panache on College, but it's been years. 

do you have really fine hair?  please tell me who cuts your hair!!  I'd like to not spend huge amounts of money, but I'm willing to spend the dough on the right person.  Oakland and north preferred.  I'm in Vallejo, but I figure I'm not going to find anyone on this side of the bridge. 

Thanks!!

for me to discover Death Cab For Cutie? I've been listening to their new album this afternoon and it's quite the enjoyable emo-stravaganza.

And how does one spell "indubitably?" Is that correct?

I want to write an entire series of haiku and have them all end with indubitably. 5 syllables baby.

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I've reached the point where I'm bored: with the paper, with writing, with thinking, with myself. Usually that means it's time to stop.

If I do, that means I'll have to get up early to finish it.

Not impossible. It's at the tidying up stage (hence the boredom factor). But it means trusting myself to do it and not panic or flip out at the last minute.

Bleah.

Also: Gas went to $3.95. It will be $5.00 by Labor Day. At least.

More pics of Thane, my gray wolf skull.



He's happy to see you!

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And the money shot, a view straight between the teeth of one of the world's most wonderful predators. Spend some time just looking at it, the curves of the tooth rows, the curves of the cheekbone, the long, oval curves of the jaws themselves. Even in an animal as angular as a wolf, there are beautiful curves.

I have taken measurements and examined his sutures and his crests, and while I can't really guess how old he was because I'm just not that good yet, I can say that he was fully-grown. His nasal bones, the long ones atop the snout, are well-anchored and do not move. The sutures were pretty well-closed. His sagittal crest was well-developed and had advanced some distance along the front of his skull. He showed no signs of old age, though, so my guess is that he was somewhere between three and seven. He was on the large side. He's about eleven and a half inches long, which, with the width across his cheekbones, marks him almost without a doubt as male.

I've been meaning to post these for a while, and I've got more skulls to show you, too. I thought I'd start with Thane, because he is so special to me.

I just changed the cartridge. The test page came out fine. Obama's about to get more superdelegates in the past week than there are actual delegates in West Virginia, and yet, it won't print.

C'mon. This isn't fair.

UPDATE: Printer now working, but crazy West Virginia hicks still think Obama is Muslim. That's what happens when you don't git yer edurcation.

Henrik Larsson is in EURO 2008.
 

( Sweden EURO 2008 )

Oh TV, why do you entertain me so?



Still not as good as this:

Just click it. Language warning. 'Cause I'm looking out for you.