This morning I picked up poop in the yard while listening to lectures on particle physics and dark matter. I do this a lot, actually. De-pooping the yard is a great time to listen to lectures, as de-pooping does not take a lot of intellectual energy.
I love doing menial things while thinking great thoughts. I love thinking great thoughts while doing menial things. I love the marriage of the carnal and the intellectual that is our human existence -- the twin struggles of living daily life and comprehending daily life.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Eek! A Mouse!
We have mouses. We also have terriers. So, sometimes, we have dead mouses. I have seen two already -- one on the living room floor, next to a buttercup stem from outside, which makes me wonder if he was brought in from outside (he was still twitching a little). I woke up this morning to one on the kitchen floor. He was fully deceased. Massive trauma. I removed his little corpse and found smears of mouse blood on the linoleum below. A little Simple Green cleaned them up.
Just now, I saw a live mouse run across the kitchen floor, right next to my foot, then into the living room. He or she escaped via the little hole in the southwest corner of the house. It was a narrow escape, though.
And the terriers remain full of energy and ever-vigilant.
Now, if I and my family were squatting in the walls of an old building, and there were some huge, fiercesome creature stalking us and picking us off one by one, I would do everything in my power to relocate, wouldn't you?
The mouses will probably come around to that conclusion sooner or later. Mouses are smart. They can run mazes and everything.
Just now, I saw a live mouse run across the kitchen floor, right next to my foot, then into the living room. He or she escaped via the little hole in the southwest corner of the house. It was a narrow escape, though.
And the terriers remain full of energy and ever-vigilant.
Now, if I and my family were squatting in the walls of an old building, and there were some huge, fiercesome creature stalking us and picking us off one by one, I would do everything in my power to relocate, wouldn't you?
The mouses will probably come around to that conclusion sooner or later. Mouses are smart. They can run mazes and everything.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Es Lacht der Februar
PS: The plum tree outside my window is blooming. It is Spring. Life can begin again.
If It's a Horse, You Can Shoot the Fucker*
Slap a "The End" on the Fucker: Tips and Tricks for Writers
My book on writing. I'm planning it already. Have done very little writing so far, of course...
Thanks to my brilliant husband for the title.
*Thanks to my brother-in-law for that bit of genius.
My book on writing. I'm planning it already. Have done very little writing so far, of course...
Thanks to my brilliant husband for the title.
*Thanks to my brother-in-law for that bit of genius.
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