Wednesday, June 25, 2008

i'm still yawning

the ache and itch of sandy eyes.

the nagging feeling of a forgotten important dream.

the longing for enough time to sleep uninterupted.

the sense of quiet nervousness.

the disbelief that others sympathise.

the distant sounds that irritate.

the nearby sounds that startle.

"sorry, i didn't hear you."

Monday, June 23, 2008

the man amplifier

The Man Amplifier
has everything but desire
Is a robot when he should
Never tires, ever good
And we're singing

Parallel sympathy with you
Skin to metal overture
Take a walk, he's always near
Like a shadow, never fear
While we're singing

Like a tower in the dark
He can leave you feeling stark
While his fingers fall away
Love is climbing in his heart
So we're singing

Take a towel to his brow
Soothe the features of the proud
Lubricate the inner man
Exercise him when you can
And be singing

george carlin, RIP

a few year's back, george carlin was asked about obituaries, and he had a desire to edit his own, just to get things right.

he mentioned at the end that they should just hold up a sign saying: 'man, he was just here a minute ago..."

Thursday, June 19, 2008

mavis update

on the day of her 'culmination' from lousy elementary school (that's graduation everywhere else...see: putting on airs), there was a power point presentation of each kid with a bit about them, a pic, and a quote or two.

mavis' was headlined 'we are not amused', and it stated that she wanted to be a lawyer and an illustrator.

a lawyer?

do we need a chat?

writing

i would love nothing more than to be paid a fair wage for writing for a living.

i'm not sure what makes me think i'm a writer, but hey, i did just get my first paycheck for an article. a short book review (in me wife's paper that she edits-ain't nepotism grand?) of a travel book. it took me 45 minutes to write, and lo and behold somebody paid me for it.

i really like the feeling of holding that check. it's one of the few times i've ever been paid for doing something i liked.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

dogs

In the dream I was standing at the end of Echo Park Avenue and Landa overlooking the Elysian Valley and gazing at the now very close mountains on the other side.

An out of visual range voice informed me that they had a cure for my diabetes, and could give it to me right then and there, but the side effect was to render me color blind.

The voice then offered to show me just what that would mean, and the lovely green of the mountains and the mixed blues of the sky went various shades of grey, and in this new state of perception I was weeping, thinking of my old dog and asking someone/no one in particular if this really was fair.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

about the cats...

Thanks for watching the felines while we are gone...

Jack (the orange tabby type) likes to be picked up and likes to pick on:

Ta-kun (the black one)-does not like to be picked up at all!!

Jack will spend every moment that he is not eating or sleeping picking on Ta-kun.
When you hear her growl, feel free to shoo Jack away, or liberally spray with the water bottle, just next to this note. It's just water, but we've often wondered how battery acid might work.

Jack can spend the days outdoors, but needs to come in before sunset. Using the
‘treat’ bag and or a jangling of keys will generally lure him in. He’s easy, and can even stay outside while your gone. Do give him a treat if he comes when ‘summoned’. If he fails to come in, then you will be responsible to explain to Mavis about his becoming the new friend of the coyotes across the street in the park.

Ta-kun can be let outside only if you’re about, and is so terrified of the world that
basically walking towards her will get her to scramble into the apartment. She is that fussiest of eaters and will take NO treats. The poor dear was completely 'declawed' and the shelter only informed us of this as we were taking her away.

Jack loves to bring in half dead lizards. We give him treats and praise then try to distract him during disposal. He will probably respond to your praise with a bite to your person. Ta-kun tries to 'help' Jack, but this leads to another attack. We don't really want to know how the lizards feel.

Ta-kun loves to spend hours looking out any window with a perch. There is one in Mavis’ room, and a table in the living room, with yet another blanket to add to all the other 'cat areas' covered in blankets all over the house.

Jack can spend endless hours pushing out all of the cat litter onto the floor in the most obsessive manner. We don't know why. If you enjot the sounds of waves crashing into the surf, this just might replicate that, if you could squint with you ears...

The cat boxes need cleaning out twice a day, once in the AM and once in the PM. We are very environmentally hostile and use only the finest plastic bags to dispose of waste, which can be tossed in the environmentally friendly paper bags in the corner
cabinet, to the right of the sink labeled ‘bags’. Then to the trash! If not cleaned, Ta-kun will simply take a dump next to the box in some feeble protest.

Jack will eat any and all cat foods given him, and will act as if he has been starved every time. Any wet food will do (about a teaspoon in the morning) and that is either in the ‘fridge, or in the tall kitchen cabinet labeled ‘cat stuff here’ or somesuch. Treats and dry food are also to be found there. There is also a tempting sack filled with rocks.

We’ve left spoons and bowls for the feedings here with the note. Any jangling of plates will bring Jack about. If not fed soon thereafter, there he goes after the hapless Ta-kun. Just rinse them out when Jack has finished noisily devouring. Please make sure the dry food and water bowls have an ample supply, or again, the hapless victim.

We do hope you enjoy watching and being nipped at by the cats when you try to pick up the wrong one. They do both love to play with the ‘teasers’ however, and that should give you both minutes of pleasure. Then the attacks begin in earnest.

The vet’s number is on the fridge; our numbers are there as well. You may never call us back after this...

Whew! Thanks again.