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oh boy. the fortune cookie saga continues. check this one out: "alas! the onion you are eating is someone else's water lily."
now i will mention harold. harold is hot. he has a hot jawbone. he has white hair that sticks out over the ears. and he knows how to split wood with a maul. in the '60s somebody stomped his foot while wearing track spikes, and he has hot stippled scars to this day. take THAT, capital!
now i will mention harold. harold is hot. he has a hot jawbone. he has white hair that sticks out over the ears. and he knows how to split wood with a maul. in the '60s somebody stomped his foot while wearing track spikes, and he has hot stippled scars to this day. take THAT, capital!
Despite capital's loathing of the proverb sort of fortune cookie, i must (again) report on the genius of just such a cookie. i quote: "a mentor is someone whose hindsight can become your foresight."
to appease capital, i will also quote a second cookie possessing intelligence in the third quantile: "you are a gentleman of outstanding wisdom," it astutely observed.
to appease capital, i will also quote a second cookie possessing intelligence in the third quantile: "you are a gentleman of outstanding wisdom," it astutely observed.
...Mother said to me: "Zhen! There won't be a penny in the house tomorrow, and the money your father is sending still hasn't come today. It's really desperate! Now you hurry over to Auntie Zhang's to borrow a dollar again..."
"Mother! The money Auntie Zhang loaned us only a few days ago still isn't paid back, and I'm afraid borrowing again won't work!..." I replied, completely unwilling to go.
"If you don't go, then what will happen tomorrow? Who asked you to be born into a poor family? Not going is out of the question." Mother spoke in this way.
--from One Day in China: May 21, 1936, translated & edited by Cochran, Hsieh, and Cochran (emphasis added)
"Mother! The money Auntie Zhang loaned us only a few days ago still isn't paid back, and I'm afraid borrowing again won't work!..." I replied, completely unwilling to go.
"If you don't go, then what will happen tomorrow? Who asked you to be born into a poor family? Not going is out of the question." Mother spoke in this way.
--from One Day in China: May 21, 1936, translated & edited by Cochran, Hsieh, and Cochran (emphasis added)
J and C and I walk towards the gallery. a plump grey squirrel starts up the bole of a tree, but its hind legs aren't working and it only gets 18 inches up before it flops to the ground. we gather around and argue over how to catch the creature and take it to be euthanized, scaring the daylights out of it so that it attempts the climb again and again, falling each time. exasperated and unnerved, we enter the gallery and watch film and digital media pieces. i enjoy a documentary about intersex babies and their healthcare practitioners.
we exit the gallery. i search the area near the neurologic squirrel's tree and find a grey mass on a pile of leaves. it's been raining for half an hour now; the squirrel's fur is clumpy and its tail a mere string. the animal is no longer ambulatory and feebly raises its head when we approach.
C drives to J's house and we gather spade and plastic bags. we return to the squirrel and the tenacious thing is still holding onto life. J breaks its neck with the spade. i check its eye reflexes, roll it onto its side and feel its tiny left ribs. the heart has stopped.
i double bag the bedraggled body and place it in an unsuspecting neighbor's trashcan at the curb--tomorrow's trash day. i cross myself and get in the car. C drives away.
we exit the gallery. i search the area near the neurologic squirrel's tree and find a grey mass on a pile of leaves. it's been raining for half an hour now; the squirrel's fur is clumpy and its tail a mere string. the animal is no longer ambulatory and feebly raises its head when we approach.
C drives to J's house and we gather spade and plastic bags. we return to the squirrel and the tenacious thing is still holding onto life. J breaks its neck with the spade. i check its eye reflexes, roll it onto its side and feel its tiny left ribs. the heart has stopped.
i double bag the bedraggled body and place it in an unsuspecting neighbor's trashcan at the curb--tomorrow's trash day. i cross myself and get in the car. C drives away.
you're looking at an idiot who thought "apology" has two p's. i haven't been this mortified since i laughed aloud during the silent prayer in church.
my goodness. as a recluse, i'm not used to all this oral interaction. or fingered interaction, as the case may be. regardless, i will have only sporadic access to the information superhighway from now until january 10, so don't condemn me for being too hoity-toity to respond to your titillating comments.
praise god in heaven and on high! the long-awaited debut has finally occurred. i'm quite grinny from all of the excessively flattering things everybody has been writing to me. thank you for putting me in such a pleasant state.
i owe the success of the blue wave set to isabel, my able photographer.
i owe the success of the blue wave set to isabel, my able photographer.
