Posted on August 28, 2002 in Site News
I slapped together a new look for Ganesha’s Library. I figure I can do about two of these transfers a week.
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Posted on August 28, 2002 in Attitudes Neighborhood
I’ve learned that it takes courage to say “no” to a woman who wants you to push her car up a hill; courage that is not too dis-similar, if somewhat milder, than that of a teenaged girl rejecting the advances of an amorous boyfriend.
Posted on August 27, 2002 in Encounters
Do they housebreak them? Do these things have engines? Do they neuter them first so they don’t spray?
Posted on August 27, 2002 in Anthropology Attitudes
Sinclair Lewis probably wouldn’t find America different from what he saw in the 1920s except that the locus of banality has shifted. Carol Kennitcott would be just as miserable in today’s California suburbs as she was in Gopher Prairie.
Posted on August 27, 2002 in Zoos
“This is an American panda. You’ve never seen an American panda before.”
Posted on August 27, 2002 in Misc
OK, now I have a few questions for those conversant with Moveable Type:
Posted on August 26, 2002 in Site News
….the age of Moveable Type. You can now comment on the entries. I am working my way through the whole archive, getting things straightened out after the move from Blogger to here. I feel like I am among the civilized once again.
I have some back notes about the zoo. And I did manage to download a couple of pictures before my cable bit the big one. Stay tuned!
Posted on August 26, 2002 in Photography
It is going to be a couple of days before I am able to post photos (except for a few) because I yanked too hard on the USB cable for my camera and it is now dead. So I am taking things slowly or using old shots from the Zoo.
Posted on August 26, 2002 in Gratitude
Thanks to everyone who has linked to me, those who will link to me, etc.
Posted on August 25, 2002 in Zoos
When I mewed at it, it stared at me. Kindred? we asked one another in the secret language of the searching eyes.
Posted on August 25, 2002 in Dreams
Lynn goes out into the back yard of some house we are living in to bring in all our cats which have run outside. She shoos them in. I take count in the hallway and find Ambrose, Tracy, and seven or eight cats in various sizes that all resemble our black cat, Virginia. “Lynn,” I call impatiently. “Get in here. We have a problem.”
I described this dream to Lynn later. She said that is exactly what I would have said in real life.
Posted on August 25, 2002 in Travels - So Cal
The Mediterranean has been around for a long time. It has a split personality — a coffee shop in the front and one of those darkly lit places in the back that I suppose are to remind you of the intimacy of the dungeons where the Spanish Inquisition conducted its researches.