A friend of mine in grad school, when excusing himself to go to the men’s room, always said, “I gotta go see a man about a dog.” Well, I have cats, not a dog, but there comes a time when you have to see a man about a cat, too. Especially when it’s a boy cat, and the boy cat hits that age — roughly six months, roughly 4 kilograms in weight, when he starts spraying and longing to venture forth off your 3rd floor balcony and see what the neighborhood she-cats have to offer. (And by the way, when …
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What Todd and Peanut Have in Common
I changed schools a lot in elementary school, mostly just because my family moved around a lot. When we arrived in Prince Albert, a town in Northern Saskatchewan, I ended up at this small elementary school where one of my classmates was a kid named Todd. Now, this was in the fourth grade, when secondary sexual characteristics aren’t really, er, apparent yet. Todd had a somewhat girlish face, but was built big, and had short-ish (but not quite short) curly hair. And I guess it was for this reason that Todd was often ridiculed by classmates as a “girl.” I …
IT’S ALIIIIVE!!!!!!!!!!!
Among the many things that have been keeping me busy of late is our new kittycat, whom we have finally named. Now, the same sounds silly even if you get the reference, but the reference helps, maybe. We’re calling her Peanut, but if you haven’t seen the TV show Dead Like Me, you probably aren’t likely to get the slightly sardonic yet very tender resonance we mean it with. Anyway, Peanut is the name of our cat. And today was Peanut’s first trip to the 동물 병원 — the animal hospital. There’s nothing wrong with her as far as we …
To Sate You For Now…
I’m working on a big post on The Host, but since people were so pleased about the (still unnamed) kitty, here are a couple more pictures.. You can click on them to see them in larger size. I’m still working on learning how to fiddle with RAW images, so some of them are a little hairy. All of them, actually. But anyway… And because I know some of you are weird enough to want to see more as they come, there’s a Flickr set here, and you can subscribe to the RSS feed from there, if you like. Weirdoes. ;)
고양이의 이름은 아직도 몰라…
(Translation: We still don’t know what the cat’s name is….) Actually, we haven’t decided, though Lime suggested “Woolf” which appeals to me because of the obvious canine pun. Oddly, though, Lime has never yet read anything by Woolf. I wonder whether Orlando has been translated. (Or I could just as well find the movie, given the apparent quality of a certain proportion of translations from foreign languages into Korean.) Anyway, the cat has pretty much adjusted to our place. That is to say, in her kitten way, which is that she doesn’t really stray too far from the two “offices” …
Introducing… er, Puppy… Schubert… 나방… Baudelaire… Rimbaud… Er, We’re Not Sure Yet
It’s been a very busy week, and I’ll have a few announcements to hurl out soon, on the far end of some rewriting I need to get done. But for the moment, I’m going to simply post something personal. I must preface this by noting that I’m really more of a dog person. Well, now, wait, that’s only sort of. When I first moved out from my folks’ place, I was shocked to find that I could breathe. Easily. Like, I didn’t feel like I was in the middle of some kind of weird asphyxiation torture all the time. I …
No Art Ever Came From Such a Dulled Soul
A few weeks ago, Lime and I had argued about something — one of those dumb, petty, transient arguments that all couples have — and I went for a walk to cool off. As I walked along the street, I saw something awful happen. There was a thin black cat on the sidewalk, coming towards me, and it was so skinny that it reminded me of that poem of Basho’s about the girl cat, so thin on love and barley. Except that this cat wasn’t beloved, wasn’t fed on barley. It was so thin on rats and garbage, poor thing. …