Posted on June 8, 2003 in Dreams
Something loose in the mind: I’m walking with many others in the future. The next stage of evolution has happened: there are now predators (other than people) on the human species. A man cries “suckies!” Large pods appear in the sky and dozens of slugs burst from them. Everyone runs for the cover of a modern building. I see those who have run with the crowd falling as the slug things attach. I realize that it is not wise to move with them because the suckies act statistically: they land where there is the greatest probability of finding food.
I run through many deserted parts of town or places where everyone has locked his door, looking with others for a hospital where the suckies have not yet come, one which will open its door and shelter people like me.
Posted on June 8, 2003 in Body Language Book of Days Cats
I got to thinking how I, at age forty five, am like that old cat.
Posted on June 8, 2003 in Pointers
To see what other trouble I am in this week, check The Gutless Pacifist where I am a guest blogger.
Posted on June 8, 2003 in Creatures
I wandered into a blog where a conversation about a mockingbird nest was going on recently. I’ve lost the address. Does anyone know where this is?
Posted on June 8, 2003 in Citizenship
I propose a constitutional amendment — to both the state and federal constitutions — that would prevent the memorialization of any individual in the name of any government property for a period of fifty years following their death.
Posted on June 7, 2003 in Book of Days College
>Cheri: Hey, Joel. That’s a nice sweater you’ve got on. Where did you get it?
Posted on June 6, 2003 in Book of Days
I didn’t go through that door. I turn and ran as hard as I could into the chaparral. There was better material there.