Zombie Squirrels

Apparently there exists a culture of  bike hackers. I cannot yet count myself a member, but I do like squirrels.

That time of year

Wake me when winter’s over….

 

 

 

Squirrelled

I've been out and about, and now I'm back. If I can figure out how to use Pinterest, and so far I can't, I may well start a page devoted to print advertisements including squirrels. Like this one.

EXORCISMS: Cheap Prices

Watched the last half of The Exorcist Sunday night, my first viewing (in B&W) since 1973. Still exquisitely scary. I couldn’t quite remember the policeman’s name. Knew it wasn’t Lee Remick. Lee Lee Lee. Had to ask “The Brain.” Of course, Lee J. Cobb. Still, so very glad I know where to get exorcisms at cheap prices.

What are some things that money can't buy?

We live in the shadow of a reservoir and the water pressure is good but we still have to pay extra in property taxes for something or other related to this. I'm just happy to be able to turn a tap and clear goodness emerges. What are some things that money can't buy? TOP ANSWERS ON QUORA | AUGUST 29, 2012 http://pulse.me/s/cK9QI Here's one thing that most people probably won't realize money can't buy: **natively high water pressure.** I am pretty well off, and my family live... read more --- http://pulse.me Sent from Yahoo! Mail on Android

Be Safe

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Ambient music mixed with the sounds of San Francisco public safety radio traffic. 

 

The first day of the fair

We anxiously await the flowing gowns, especially the guy at the end of the runway.

Guess Who

At the Dairy Barn, I worked one summer during vacation from high school,making grilled cheese for the Guess Who. No, don't guess.

Kitties upset because they didn't win.

 

Three Graces and Serendipity

This week I’ve been looking at sculptures and paintings of the “Three Graces” (I’m on a mythology kick) and came across a bursting-forth version by Niki de Saint Phalle, whom I know very little about and think of never.  Then, in noontime class, today, Sally hands me a postcard I sent her 10/14/93 from Paris. “Sally: Well, I made it. Now I’m sitting in a café, the sound of pinball and murmuring help me muse over a glass of wine, as I watch the rain and people pass by. Phrase book and map are barely getting me along. So far, all I can remember is “Je voudrais…” (I would like) and merci merci merci. I flew from Dublin to London yesterday, then took an all night bus to here, so I’m fairly out of it. Every time I get someplace new all I want to do is go home but in a day all I want to do is explore. My walking shoes are sopped; soon I’ll return to my shoebox-sized room and collapse and write. Yes, you have to smoke here. And in Dublin, too. I'l clean out driving back across Arizona in a few weeks. For dinner? The best bread, a pear, and some goat cheese. This wandering has its fun moments.”  So who’s on the front but an elephant, “Sculptures animees de Tinguely et Nicky de St Phalle.”  So I have a Niki thing going on. And I am so overdue for a long solitary trip.