Posted on January 10, 2003 in Encounters
It’s death on the cheap, a funeral parlor sans the satin curtains and velvet lined chairs.
Posted on January 9, 2003 in Cats
Tracy sat down next to my ear while I was sleeping and began to howl for no apparent reason. Her “spells” seem to be getting worse: she will trot in the room, claw her way onto the bed, and not recognize where she is. “Where am I?” she howls.
Posted on January 9, 2003 in Vacations
We decided that we hadn’t done a real foreign trip since 1992 (the one day jaunts to Tecate, Ensenada, and Tijuana just don’t count) so Mexico City won over New Orleans.
Posted on January 8, 2003 in Site News
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Posted on January 8, 2003 in California Watch Hatred
This singling out strikes me as Wimpocratic politics: the Right whines and you give them a few hours to spout their homophobia, meet others like them, exchange addresses, and organize a voting bloc to find new ways to undermine majority rule and minority rights.
Posted on January 8, 2003 in Nortoniana
Today marks the death of Joshua Norton, better known as Norton I, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico.
Posted on January 8, 2003 in Myths & Mysticism Pointers
Rupert Brooke was stuck in the trenches when he wrote a parody of beliefs about the nature of Heaven — as fish must conceive it.
Posted on January 7, 2003 in Weather
It will be a wise thing, today, to watch the ridgeline, check the news, and listen for the blast of the fire engine speakers telling us to grab what we love and leave our homes.
Posted on January 7, 2003 in Weather
The last drones of the high winds which have ripped out trees like tweezers snagging eyebrow hairs boom and bustle outside.
Posted on January 7, 2003 in Pointers
Hamish was borne off by a wandering wind while visiting relations of his owner, Aileen O’Brien.