When I’m Rich … (Yeah, Right)

Itty.jpg I wish I had a better camera. This picture is from the Itty Bitty Kitty Committee, the blog of the greatest cat photographer of all time, and I mean all time. If you go all the way into the future and all the way into the past, Laurie Cinotto will always be the best EVER. I’m tempted to buy the same camera she uses, a Nikon D-40, as if that’s going to magically make my pictures as good as hers. For that reason I will also consider the Canon EOS 30D that Shreve Stockton uses over at The Daily Coyote. But then I look them up on Amazon and see that they each cost over a billion dollars and there goes that idea.

I did start out my working days as a photographer. But I remember at the time seeing people around me taking better pictures than I could using a plastic camera that only cost a $1. So not that great cameras aren’t great, but they are not strictly necessary.

That said, when I am rich (hahahahaha) I am getting a better camera. And an apartment with a fireplace. Okay, and after I’ve contributed to all my favorite charities, a new Mac, an iphone, new jeans, a couple of dogs, a head to toe pampering day at a spa, and another one at the hair salon, a thousand billion songs from itunes, a thousand billion books from Amazon, I guess I should get more clothes, a piano, oh and a video camera, and a month long vacation somewhere, I don’t know where but if I had to pick today, Alaska or Mexico. Okay, I’m done. This is part of the reason why I’m not rich. I don’t really care if I ever get these things. Except I will eventually need a new computer. And I am seriously considering get dogs someday.

Once Again, I Get All My Wisdom from TV

Plain.jpgI’m enjoying this new show, In Plain Sight. But mostly because of this character, Marshall, played by Frederick Weller. All the pictures have him looking like the tough guy, which he is when he has to be, but the character’s appeal is his humor, and education. Love Marshall.

The last episode had this great bit about forgiveness. I italicized the part that made me tear up. It also sounded so familiar, I thought it might be a quote. I knew I had heard that phrase “our better angels” before. So I looked for it. It’s from Lincoln’s inaugural address.

Here’s the quote from the show:

“People generally think of forgiveness as the flipside of contrition, the obligatory response to an apology. It is not. To forgive is to answer the call of our better angels, and bear our wounds as the cost of doing business. It is that rarest of things, simple and pure. Transcendent, without strings.”

Lincoln’s version (he is addressing the secessionists):

“We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”

It all Comes Down to the Stories We Leave

My friend Matt Belanger and fellow artists Ven Voisey, Sean Riley have a new show up called lumens: networked realities: (re) connecting the adamses. I love the stories behind the lamps here . This is what Matt is great at, finding unique ways of eliciting stories.

And here is Matt, looking more and more like a hippie every day, I must say. Congratulations Matt and Ven and Sean!!

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Quit Being So … Like Cats You Cats

Mouse.jpg The other night the cats were playing with something and I looked over and my mind registered “bug” and so I ignored them. I don’t like them to kill anything, but it’s a compromise I’ve made. In the morning I found a dead mouse where they were playing. I cried and cried because I could have saved him.

The next night I had a shot at redemption. I saw Finney pounce, and sure enough a little mouse was hanging half in and half out of his mouth. I ran over, turned Finney upside down and shook him. I didn’t know what else to do, I wasn’t going to reach into his mouth, although maybe I should have. But the mouse fell out with no visible cuts so I had acted in time. The mouse went tearing around the apartment, Finney went tearing after the mouse, and Buddy weirdly just watched. Finney caught the mouse AGAIN. God, I hate myself. I had to free the mouse AGAIN, it was just awful for everyone, me, the mouse, Finney.

UPDATE: I just realized my account was wrong about how I finally saved the mouse and so I edited this post. I blocked how it really happened. After I had rescued the mouse from Finney a second time he got away from me and I couldn’t find him. Finney did. A THIRD TIME. He had taken it into the bathroom and the bathtub, his favorite torture chamber, because they can’t get away and he can play with them and kill them at his leisure (okay, that is smart of Finney, in a fiendish, evil way). I grabbed Finney and locked him out of the bathroom while I got a box and caught the mouse, which was admittedly easy now that he was trapped in the bathtub, poor little guy. He still had no cuts or bites that I could see.

I took him downstairs and released him on the street by the garbage cans (food). I don’t know that his chances for survival are all that better on the street, but at least I saved him from one possible awful fate. Maybe only to die at another, but I did my best.

Plans for today: brunch with a friend and hopefully later I’m going to Hellboy with another friend.

The picture is a postage stamp commemorating Leo Lionni’s mouse character Frederick. My mouse looked kinda like that except his expression was more like, “Assholes.” (To me and Finney. Buddy he has no beef with.)