Oh and I forgot, my new favorite flikr set.

Why do I always want to sit around and write about the cats? (This question may have just answered itself, as David just walked into the room and whispered. "Tammy, you are gorgeous", to our fluffy long haired calico.) Our cats, in a word, are perfect. Never mind that Neko is so old she gets confused about the litter box or that Tammy still has a close relationship with binge eating. If you would just come over for some fancy Chinese Tea like I keep asking you to, you could see how wonderful these smallish house-trained predators are.

Speaking of caffeinated drinks, have I mentioned to you before about how Tammy (the larger calico) likes her morning coffee buzz just as much as you or I?

That cat will fight me for the last three beans at the bottom of a half pound bag of Ritual Coffee.

All that and also, why is everyone running around our neighborhood screaming tonight? No one invited us.

So that last attempt at fiction was not zo gut. Which is okay cuz a mama has got to try if she wants to get out of retail hell....or any working hell for that matter and just get to sit around and type and listen to NPR and talk to cats.

But anyways, yet another link. Many years ago, or maybe just five, I worked on a project at San Francisco State University that was researching Asian American Artists in California. Well, I did the research and it was all fascinating and life affirming and a little personal because I met a woman named Stella Wong who was old and sick and crazy. But I liked her and I ended up visiting her even when I was done with the project. She eventually passed, the economy sort of tanked at the end of the nineties (nothing compared to now, however) and I started working in food because there were not that many jobs for art historians floating around.

Well, just this year, a show has opened up at the De Young here in SF. It is farther reaching than the book I worked on but definitely related as the curators are the same who oversaw my research. I really cannot wait to go!

click here

Pre-Grad WorkOut..

A story as told by me to Austin in order to shut him up and get him some sleep. With some changes of course.

One morning I woke up for work a bit earlier than usual. The house was very quiet as it was before dawn, even the cats were still sleeping, which should have sparked some curiousity within me, But it didn't. So I continued to get dressed in my work clothes, which consist of jeans, slightly stretchy, a red sweatshirt, a striped black and white shirt, mismatched socks ( I work in a refrigerator, who sees me?) and a scarf. The moon was shining brightly into our apartment, which was yet another sign of unusuality, if I may use such a word, but I ignored it and continued to prepare for the day I thought was ahead.

As I left the house, chewing on some toast and pocketing an apple, our cat Tammy woke up and said, "Be sure you get on the right bus this morning, Meghan". Uh, since our cat usually doesn't talk to me and that bar of marijuana laced chocolate still lay dormant in our freezer, I was beginning to feel that this day was not going the way a day of mine normally goes. At the time, I felt put on the spot by this talking cat. Certainly five o'clock in the morning is far too early for a person to have to deal with such a thing, so I told Tammy to mind her own business and closed the door behind me with a quiet huff.

As I was walking down the small hill we live on, down towards the bus stop, I noticed the clarity and brightness of the stars. Also that there were no other people about, which is unusual. Normally I encounter some joggers, a few old men out smoking, the trash collectors and some of the people who work at the bakery on our corner. On this particualr morning there was nobody. I took the apple out of my pocket and carried on.

Crossing Columbus Avenue, I looked down the street to see if any busses were coming. I saw one in the distance and began to search for my bus pass. I always make sure it is at the ready when I leave our house and then of course, when it comes time to use it, I always fumble around to find it. So I was fumblng around, searching for my bus pass when the bus pulled up. If I had been looking up instead of down I would have seen that this bus, while still a sort of white-ish, organge-ish color, seemed to be painted in a more feathery pattern. And that the bus had wings. Great big owly sort of wings. Because, my friends, this was the 91 Owl, the all night bus that travels the whole of San Francisco and beyond. But I was looking down, not up. So I was half way up the bus stairs, with the door closing behind me before I became aware of the feather and wing situation that was about to confront my fairly stable sense of reality.

okay..more tomorrow. including spell check

Might we all put down whatever it is that we are doing right now and celebrate the fact that I have, over the course of my lifetime, posted just over 250 times on this electronic ragsheet? Granted, all this time spent over here keeps me away from more important things, like facebook , online internet hockey, our cats and oh, yeah, geting all my shit together for my grad application which is due in about 36 days. aakk!

Can we say that all together? AACCKK.

Okay, so I missed posting yesterday. I figured since I had already cheated once, I just couldn't do it again. So I didn't. But what I will do again 1) Because I am lacking both time and creativity right now and 2) Because anyone who knows me will indeed say that my interest in a root cellar is authentic...I am yes, yet again posting a link.

root cellaring

enjoy!

And now, as if nothing unusual has happened, I will go on posting in the present, the way the lord intended.

May I present to you one of my favorite Bay Area Ladies...Novella.

Through the magic of technology, I have been able to turn back time and effortlessly post yesterday as if it were actually today.

Never believe anything you hear on the internet, people.

So we did. As a family we listened to the Speech. It was well past time to put Austin into his bed so David plugged in the old computer in The Little Man's bedroom and we all crawled in to his practically Danish Modern Ikea bed and listened to The Speech. It was good. Made me tear up a little. Austin fell asleep. David perhaps farted. In fact, it was a moment of sorts.

Right now in San Francisco California I am listening to Obama's Acceptance Speech. Amazing.

Everyone should listen to that speech right now.