Unearthing a life.....

Do you ever feel like a tourist in your own country? Just passing through? Amazed and often aghast at the strange governing culture that grips the nation by its scrawny neck? All these generals parading forth to drop the dime on Rumsfield puts one in mind of Argentina. We've got the makings of a Junta there. These are strange goings on. The French should come over here and replace the Statue of Liberty's torch with a sword .... and then bore a hole into her head and pour some brains in.

And speaking of 'tourists', I have the TOURIST album (Blue Note label) by St. Germain on my ghetto-blaster.

Still feeling bad for NoApologies and her partner for their loss of The Mighty Chester. For several weeks after we had to put Dakota down, I kept expecting him to be there and would catch myself doing things like shuting the sliding glass door behind me so's he couldn't escape the house. Expectations become habitual - ingrained.

Graduation party this evening to celebrate Kay's getting her Ph.D. We did have a party out at the ocean a month ago, but that was a small select group .... tonight will be more inclusive, yet small-bodied and quasi-personal with just a touch of wild cherry and cinnamon bark.