January 23rd, 2004

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6421 Linka-dinka-dee.

Newt's really digging his new toy.. he's taken to walking it around the apartment. I wonder how much of that behavior is instinct, and how much is learned... I've had him since he was three weeks old... I know he never learned the "death shake" from his birth-mom... but toting things around by mouth is something he's done since he was 1/16 his current mass.


Why is pork shoulder called "butt"? I'd think the rump would be more appropriate.

SUDDEN GIANT NOSTRIL GALLERY

Male nipple removal, odd body modification - warning: this is pretty gross. Oh, the things you can see on LJ.

Pets With Their Heads In Bags of Food

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In William Mayne's The Jersey Shore, there's this passage - the inhabitants of a coastal fenland town have been disturbed by voices calling from the sea:
At night it seemed there was a light far out to sea, and the bailiff of the estate came down to the village and said a fire was to be made on the sea wall. There was a difference of opinion about this, with men going from house to house and taking one side and another, and waking and crying from being frightened all day by voices, and hearing threats by night and quarreling. But the bailiff was firm, and wood had to be brought and a fire laid on the parish wall. By the time it was done the light at sea had begun to fade and with it there faded the voices.

The villagers stood around their fire until the mist lightened without thinning, and they went home through a frosted stillness. There were no more voices. By that night the mist lifted, that had hidden the distressed mortals or immortals, but there was nothing to be seen . . .

In the middle of that [next] night, in a close darkness, the man came from the sea. He walked in among the houses dragging a chain and calling out in his own words, that meant nothing to anyone there. He was naked, and his eyes glittered in the light that was brought towards him. He bowed himself down and the long chain rattled again. One end was at an ankle, another at a wrist, and from a middle link another length ran to a bolt that was driven into a wooden beam, but the beam had been burnt away, and that had been in the fire at sea.

He was locked into the church all night, under the tower, and in the morning came out trembling and jangling his chain, as naked as he went in, unashamed, strong, smiling and courteous. The priest came and tried a prayer on him in church Latin, but it was nothing to him. He had a different religion. When the sun came up over the sea wall he bowed himself to that and knelt, stretching out his arms, a shining dark man, expecting to be killed.


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6422 - palm-email post, re:bus stop

There's some sort of recognition that an older woman at the bus terminal gives me every day. I don't know if I remind her of someone she knows from elsewhere, or if I just strike her as a suspicious character, but she gives me the hairy eyeball first thing she sees me. The first time it happened, I looked to see if perhaps I'd spilled some toothpaste o my shirt or something, but no, she's just putting on a pickle-puss for some reason of her own. She's got a lot of smile-lines around her eyes...I'd like to see them put to use.

I see at least two different types of evangelism most mornings...the JW's at the bus stop daily, and sometimes a pair or trio of Mormon guys on bikes in ties. It's to the Mormons' credit that they always appear genuinely friendly, as opposed to the blank-looking Jehovah's Witnesses. Very rarely, there is a Hare Krishnan (Is that the proper term?) riding the bus, too they, like the LDS missionaries are quite friendly and willing to cheerfully talk with you, though they look for a handout at the end of the conversation. Talking with a nice person can make travel fun, even if you dont share the same theology.

Maybe its because the JW's have been told to stop the hard sell at the terminal, that they're now are silent, standing at every so many stops, holding copies of Awake! and Watchtower face outward in offering for people to take them. Not a word is said... and even more eerily, not a smile or acknowledgement. You could get the same results by dressing some manikins in fairly nice clothes...well, maybe not. There's less chance of someone defacing stuff with an actual human nearby.

I wonder how the folks that work at the terminal feel about people that aren't there to use the facilities in the way that they were intended. I imagine most don't care, though I suspect at least a couple must get annoyed at the extra people taking up space and blocking the flow of commuters. There are always at least three or four police officers at the terminal, so real social problems rarely happen they arrest the occasional drunk or angry pair of guys scuffling, but aside from that, it seems to be an easy gig.


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6423 Ugh, belly-ache, ate too much banana bread

I was Ba-ad. To celebrate Mona going on call (even though I'm home, and on "Mona-call" in case she has trouble) I picked up a big honking banana bread at the Jamacian food place up the street. I don't expect it to make it past Saturday Night. Very Dense, very rich. Doesn't need the cream cheese, but it's available, just the same. I got some curried veggie patties and rice, too. Quite tasty, but a bit over my WW budget.


I've avoided most of the Dean music remixes, but this one is pretty dang funny.

Hey Ya, Charlie Brown. - Outkast meets Peanuts

I've always liked Shermy's Frankenstein dance, though Linus wins the day again with his arm-shake and stomp (The closest to my own dance stylings as a 6-year old). Frieda's seems to be getting into things the most ... shaking her naturally curly hair all over the place. Site Meter
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