It’s Tuesday, the lone and level week stretches far away, and it is so early that I don’t know if I can brain today. But I’m a good boy, having nearly finished my talk for Darwin Day in London—more than two months away. And, on this day in history, the Greek monarchy was abolished in 1974, John Lennon was murdered in 1980 (has it been 35 years?), Sinéad O’Connor was born in 1966, and Slim Pickens died in 1983 (not from riding a nuclear bomb to Earth). Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is sort of cute:
Hili: What to pull down first: the towel or the bra?
A: Hili, you are not a little kitten any longer.
Hili: But I still like to play.
In Polish:Hili: Co ściągnąć najpierw? Ręcznik czy biustonosz?
Ja: Hili, nie jesteś już małym kotkiem.
Hili: Nadal lubię zabawę.
I like can/can’t brain so much I thought about it while on a walk last night. I fully plan to make off with it and make it part of my idiolect.
And maybe when out of breath on my bike, I’ll think I can’t lung! Could also work when holding my breath while walking past smokers on a sidewalk. I might grumble to myself Dang it; I can’t lung!
Maybe what got Slim were those beans in Blazing Saddles.
John Lennon’s murder lingers on my mind after 35 years. Accepting that this vast sea of humanity out there contains people whose minds are unhappily violent and destructive. Ideologies and religious texts are agents of violence. Some people have always gone with those destructive urges and it seems these will always be with us.
It’s good to know there are cheerful and confused cats and other fuzzy things around to lift our spirits.
All cats are kittens at heart. If it’s possible for the feline mind to conceive of something as a toy, it is, therefore, by definition, a cat toy.
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