Saturday, December 18, 2004
Doggies
Lately Natalie and Peter's lovely little dog, Kali, has been hopping around in cool-weather gear. When you have no thick coat you need some clothes, or a blanket, or something. Here's Kali under a blanket.
Kali came over to Susanne's the other night, and she had on her cute hoodie. We learned that Kali gets passive when she wears the hoodie. Is it passive or thuggish? You decide:
Well, either way, she's cute.
Here she is again:
And, really, since it would hardly be fair to publish pictures of Natalie and Peter's dog before pictures of my own, this is what happens when Taffy ducks for cover:
You may have noticed that Kali, sometimes, puts her ears at attention, and these cute buggers are huge in comparison to her tiny head. Taffy's ears, as you can tell from this picture, are floppy, but sometimes she does a Kali imitation.
Kali came over to Susanne's the other night, and she had on her cute hoodie. We learned that Kali gets passive when she wears the hoodie. Is it passive or thuggish? You decide:
Well, either way, she's cute.
Here she is again:
And, really, since it would hardly be fair to publish pictures of Natalie and Peter's dog before pictures of my own, this is what happens when Taffy ducks for cover:
You may have noticed that Kali, sometimes, puts her ears at attention, and these cute buggers are huge in comparison to her tiny head. Taffy's ears, as you can tell from this picture, are floppy, but sometimes she does a Kali imitation.
Signs
From a rest area in Texas:
Yes, please do!
The Kansas Turnpike rest areas are new and clean, with signs that tell you about abundunt Kansas sunshine.
I think this was in the aisle with "**CUPCAKES**Cylindrical Entities with Coating on Them" and "**BREAD**Oblong Objects with Slices in Them."
And finally, closest to home, from a department store in Omaha, Nebraska, USA, North America:
*
The recent photoblogging, by the way, is a combination of: a) My recent discovery of Flickr, and b) a backlog of images that, until now, I'd had no way of airing on the internet.
So I ask you excuse me while I engage in some protracted self-indulgence.
And by the way, I would like to lodge a complaint to the Kansas Turnpike Authority that there's a McDonald's at almost every single rest area. I mean, check out their services page, where they list the rest areas and what they provide--hey, if you missed that McDonald's at MP 26, don't worry, because you got another one coming up at MP 65! And 97! And 132! And 209!
Yes, please do!
The Kansas Turnpike rest areas are new and clean, with signs that tell you about abundunt Kansas sunshine.
I think this was in the aisle with "**CUPCAKES**Cylindrical Entities with Coating on Them" and "**BREAD**Oblong Objects with Slices in Them."
And finally, closest to home, from a department store in Omaha, Nebraska, USA, North America:
*
The recent photoblogging, by the way, is a combination of: a) My recent discovery of Flickr, and b) a backlog of images that, until now, I'd had no way of airing on the internet.
So I ask you excuse me while I engage in some protracted self-indulgence.
And by the way, I would like to lodge a complaint to the Kansas Turnpike Authority that there's a McDonald's at almost every single rest area. I mean, check out their services page, where they list the rest areas and what they provide--hey, if you missed that McDonald's at MP 26, don't worry, because you got another one coming up at MP 65! And 97! And 132! And 209!
Order
This is what happens when you pour coffee in a toilet.
Why pour coffee in a toilet?
Well, where I work I think everyone empties the coffee cup into the porcelain sink and, like teeth, it's starting to get a bit coffee-scummy 'round the bowl. I noticed that I was contributing to the problem, so I started dumping the coffee into the toilet.
You might have a couple more questions, like:
Q: Yeah right, that's just a toilet full of crap--if it was coffee, what's with the toilet paper?
A: It splattered.
-and-
Q: Why take a picture of it?
A: Does that look like coffee to you?
Initially, I thought about writing this post differently, so it would read like this:
This is what happens when you pour coffee into a toilet:
But really, would that have been nearly as fun?
When it's over...
This is the stack of books I returned to the library yesterday. I needed them no more, having finished the term. Books amongst the pile: Cartoons of Irish people depicted as apes in 19th Century English papers, Jonathan Swift and excrement (surprise!), a history of Ireland's Abbey Theatre, and a book of poems by George Russell.
I packed them all into a large blue duffel bag and it must have weighed fifty pounds. I was not unhappy to see them go.
Many pictures and blog entries follow. I'm a bit behind, you see, and have some catching up to do.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Cock Suspense
Alright, for all of you got the cockfighting reference, I'd like to congratulate you on your troubling erudition.
For everyone else, see what you've been missing by not having the luxury to stroll through The Critical Tradition this semester. If you are really curious you can check out the table of contents--lookie there, Geertz is on page 1253! I would highly encourage any of you to read the Geertz's essay, because it is genuinely interesting and, well, fun. What can I say? The old Balinese landlord has already said it best--"We're all cock crazy!"
It's also hands-down the most readable essay in that entire book, unless you count Lacan's "The Agency of the Letter in the Unconscious or Reason since Freud," which you can read here.
We have our test on the second half of that book today, pages 697-1607. Wish you could be there.
For everyone else, see what you've been missing by not having the luxury to stroll through The Critical Tradition this semester. If you are really curious you can check out the table of contents--lookie there, Geertz is on page 1253! I would highly encourage any of you to read the Geertz's essay, because it is genuinely interesting and, well, fun. What can I say? The old Balinese landlord has already said it best--"We're all cock crazy!"
It's also hands-down the most readable essay in that entire book, unless you count Lacan's "The Agency of the Letter in the Unconscious or Reason since Freud," which you can read here.
We have our test on the second half of that book today, pages 697-1607. Wish you could be there.
