the events of the week

have left me emotionally (and physically) exhausted.

for dickie.

Richard Feynman, Gell-Mann's chief competitor for the title of the World's Smartest Man but a stranger to pretension, once encountered Gell-Mann in the hall outside their offices at Caltech and asked him where he had been on a recent trip; "Moon-TRAY-ALGH!" Gell-Mann responded in a French accent so thick that he sounded as if he were strangling. Feynman -- who, like Gell-Mann, was born in New York City -- had no idea what he was talking about. "Don't you think," he asked Gell-Mann, when at length he had ascertained that Gell-Mann was saying "Montreal," "that the purpose of language is communication?"

stolen from http://kottke.org/11/07/kwha-sohn-or-crah-sont

everyday i'm away from you shakes

birthday celebration at the museum
followed by mrowing zim
followed by yoga with friends
followed by feeding dickie
followed by a run
followed by friends
and now a firework show.

but one someone is missing.

one day i will find the right words, and they will be simple.

jack kerouac in dharma bums

i forgot to tell y'all

about the visit we made to reptile rescue. truth is, it wasn't just reptiles. it was every reptile you could think of (monitor lizard, anaconda, boa constrictor, python, rattlesnake, tortoise, bearded dragon, alligator, red-eared slider, etc, etc), amphibians out the yin and the yang (spade-foot toad, chorus frog, salamander, etc, etc) a bird that had a loud mouth, raccoon, coyote, silver fox, red fox, skunk (i pet a baby skunk. bucket list: complete), four rottweilers ready to destroy ("he's only bit four people this year," he says as he shows us a half-inch-deep gash on his left ring finger), a pit-lab ("he won't let anyone within three feet of me"), a room we didn't get to see ("the master bedroom is my venomous room") with tarantulas, scorpions and other delightsome creatures, and on and on.

this dude rescues animals on his own dime. he's a badass.

my birthday was pretty pretty cool.

i love my friends.

he's gonna be pissed when he finds out i blogged this.

sometimes zim will meow and meow as loud as he can and then whiz in the bathtub. i can't explain this behavior.

(right now he's angry at yarn)

even though i feel a little gross from eating TOO MANY COOKIES

i feel on top of the world.

the sky is overcast and a cool breeze is coming through the open windows.
salt lake city is sparkling.
zim is brlack and soft and a genius of cuddles.

and i have the best friends and family in the universe and whatever lays beyond it.

poetry from the bus

DE-TOUR (sing-song voice)
detour, detour
take the detour
we can squeeze through.
you can start thinking skinny thoughts NOW.

i feel one million happy and lucky right now.