As I alluded to yesterday: I LIVE WITH A DOG NOW! (click to bigafy the pictures)
Glynnis adopted her new best friend, Kosbie, from the Humane Society a couple weeks ago. As far as we know, she’s 2 or 3-years old and a mix of Shetland Sheepdog and Border Collie (and who knows what else). She’s been a dream as far as shelter dogs go: she’s very bright and independent and playful, if not a little overenthusiastic about, um, everything.
And now to see her in action, without the effect of Terrifying Pet Eyes:
Isn’t she PERFECT?
LINKS OF NOTE
- If you, like me, get your jollies from damn good poems, let me direct your attention to the following collection of excerpts by Dennis O’Driscoll, because they’re brilliant.
- LOL news report on The Onlines from 1993. Oh, you poor bastard. If only you could see a few YouTube comment threads. Your faith in Internet would be devastated.
Filed under: me stew | Tags: epic journeys, kind of a big deal, this is my serious face
My great-aunt Marge died last week.
I’m not announcing this on The Onlines as a bid for sympathy or a plea for attention (or an explanation of where the heck I disappeared to [except maybe that last one a little bit]), but it’s something that Happened, and it’s important to take note of it. My dad and I took a most righteous trip to Pittsburgh for the service, a journey which we dubbed “The Unexpected Tour.”
Lots of things happen on a daily basis: this morning, I went to the gym (score!), tripped over the dog (MORE ON THAT LATER, I SWEAR) as I filled my water bottle, went to an interesting meeting. These things happened in the kind of low-intensity way that you come to expect from the ebb and flow of life.
But things Happen on a far less regular basis. Love and loss and big change: those things are the ones that Happen, that knock you off your feet.
This might look like a bit of a blog cop-out, but I’d like to share a poem that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately; it’s a long one, to be sure, but one everyone should have rattling around in their head somewhere. Check out Thomas Gray’s “Elegy Written in a Country Church-Yard” after the jump.
Filed under: where the sidewalk ends | Tags: apocalypse, books, in the ANGRY DOME
An excerpt from a morning conversation:
Joel: reading this right now
me: EFF BABAR!
i hate that shit!
Joel: ha!@#
i’ve never read it!
but colonialism implicit leftist critics?!@
Seriously, you guys. This New Yorker article, Freeing the Elephants: What Babar Brought, is interesting I guess, but which am I more likely to do in this blog? Comment intelligently on French colonialism in children’s literature or RAGE AGAINST ELEPHANTS?If you picked option B, ding ding ding! You win!
I can’t really explain my hatred for Babar—I liked elephants as a child, but something about that smarmy elephant rubbed me the wrong way. My hatred for Babar was/is only eclipsed by the burning dislike I have for one Mr. Paddinton Bear.
My parents could speak more clearly to the facts of my hate. I’m pretty sure Paddington Bear just really freaked me out as a child. It wasn’t merely a sense of childhood xenophobia—I could hang with Madeline any day of the week!—but I could never tolerate Paddington Bear or Babar. Am I the only one?
In a conversation some weeks back with Glynnis, we developed a theory that rich kids read Babar and Paddington Bear, while the rest of us got by with Frog and Toad Are Friends (holler!). Am I wrong? Babar and Paddington seem like the kind of characters who adorn the bedrooms of wealthy children in New York and San Francisco. Ye defenders of Babar, now is the time to step up—and if not, chime in with your least favorite/most creepsome characters from childhood. Because I’m eyeing Corduroy next…
I’ve been wondering for a while now if I should use this blag to weigh in on all this Sarah Palin nonsense that is inundating The Onlines and giving me a daily rage headache. Then I realized that the only things I’m really qualified to talk about are modern poetry, Greg Kinnear (stay tuned, he’s TOTALLY in a new movie with Ricky Gervais!), and 90’s edutainment.
So instead of spewing hate all over my blog about this horrible woman, I’m serving up this awesome video of Michelle Obama dancing on the Ellen show!
Don’t you guys want a first lady who can speak passionately about the country she loves AND kick it something fierce at the inaugural ball?
