A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
Unless I misunderstood, I learned in a lecture today that Buddhists say animals don’t have consciousness. Oh well. So much for that. Unless I misunderstood, which is so entirely possible. A little bit of googling seems to indicate that I might have. I hope a Buddhist weighs in.
In the meantime, I give you this guy. Please note the endearing tiny leg splayage to body ratio.
It’s the weekend! Here’s my plan for the day, we’ll see how much I actually do: Exercise, meditate, go to the Greenmarket, see a movie, go to a lecture at the Rubin Museum.
I wish it grew all over Manhattan the way it grows on Long Island. Christ, I’m having this huge nostalgia wave for the Spring sights and smells of Long Island, where I grew up and hated at the time. Maybe I’m just feeling nostalgia for a more lush Spring.
