May 2008

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Dogs
Because we are suckers
05.29.08 | Permalink | Comment?

We are now fostering a golden retriever/cocker spaniel mix named Samantha Jo. That is a stupid name, so I have renamed her Jo Jo Peanut Butter Pants. She is the sweetest little dog who has some unfortunate allergies that the medical folks at the Oregon Humane Society are trying to pin down. Meanwhile, to get her […]
Movies
Rites of citizenship
05.27.08 | Permalink | Comment?

Due to my peripatetic upbringing, there are gaps in my cultural knowledge so far as it concerns 70s & 80s American film and televison. Mrs The Fyd is alternativly appalled and amused by this. Sometimes this shortfall in my education gives her the fits and so she insists I make up a specific lack. One of […]
Foreigners, Sports
Crikey
05.21.08 | Permalink | Comment?

Being at work today, and only having basic cable at home anyway, I was unable to watch today’s Champion’s League final. I followed the match via BBC live update and that was enough to nearly give me a heart attack. Since my father was watching it, being retired and having more cable than I, I called […]
Foreigners, Portland
Being helpful
05.20.08 | Permalink | 1 Comment

Mrs The Fyd was born and raised in Hawaii. Not only is this a foreign country, it is also a foreign clime and the torpor thus generated has led its culture to develop on a different track from that of the North American continent. It would be vulgar to state that their version of the English language has become bastardized, […]
Walks with the dogs
Wilful misinterpretation
05.12.08 | Permalink | Comment?

We had Guest Dog staying with us this last weekend. Guest Dog gets lots of compliments when I take him on walks. The other evening we passed by a couple of pre-teen girls playing in front of a house. 1st Girl: It’s a wolf! No, a husky! 2nd Girl: No, it’s a German shepherd! 1st: […]
Portland
Nobody here but us virgins
05.02.08 | Permalink | Comment?

Via Mindless Blather, we learn that someone has spilled the beans about the Portland magical unicorn entitlement. Which does not exist, of course.
Books
Cette tristesse étrange
05.01.08 | Permalink | Comment?

Last night I finished reading J.M. Coetzee’s Disgrace. In the last few paragraphs I kept repeating “My God, my God” over and over. I won’t ruin the ending, but suffice to say that I can’t keep it out of my mind this morning. Devastating stuff, and it’s making for a blue day. Similar effects, I […]