Simon’s Cat
Since I currently live with a cat, I find this clip and the artist’s other works incredibly hilarious.
School, Blah, Blah
After some initial confusion (or bad communication, Lord knows) with the counselor – who thought I was talking about the Berkeley School of Music in BOSTON – I think I may have everything I need short of the CD. I’ll give UC Berkeley a call tomorrow to ensure they understand the sitch, to see if they want the grades from Germany transferred (I’ll have those translated anyhow) and how my transcript will have less than 30 credits when I send it to them before November but I will have more than 30 by the time I’d actually transfer out. And so forth.
All that’s missing is an actual CD and the contact I was supposed to receive so I’d have a bit more of an in with Berkeley. Apparently I’d be able to record our lab sessions or something? I’ll have to track down the technician for it, but I’m sure it will be an adventure.
This is incoherent, but that’s alright. I’m not feeling horribly stringent right now. Next on my list: Calling about contact lenses. I’m getting pressure marks on the bridge of my nose and some minor headaches from wearing glasses again. Blergh.
National Equality March
Yesterday was the National Equality March here in DC. I went down to stay with a friend on Saturday night so I could avoid the morning metro crowds. Pictures courtesy of my friend who brought a camera. It was a beautiful day, no cloud in sight, with sunshine and wonderfully moderate temperatures.
Hangin’ out in McPherson square while the rally was just filling up.
The turnout was absolutely HUGE. By the time we started marching (at noon), the rally stretched back for several blocks. We didn’t stay for the whole thing, but apparently by the time the march reached the Capitol, there was still TEN BLOCKS worth of people.
One of the many funny signs we saw. We didn’t get a good picture of one sign a gal was holding that said, “IF YOU MET MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU’D WANT TO MARRY HER TOO.” We awww’ed a lot.
Someone gave me a sign. I was leaning on it at this point, waiting for the rally to start. Lots and lots of buses went past us and the tourists gaped.
More signs!
Later we went to Adams Morgan and had lunch there. We saw a whole bunch of people dressed in pink and it turned out there was a 60 mile Breast Cancer Walk going on. Among the many things we saw, there were tricked out motorcycles (one dude had put a lot of pink fuzzy stuff on his motorcycle and a pink lace bra), pink fauxhawks on motorcycles. And then there was this guy:
He was dancing to Will Smith’s Wild Wild West. It was bizarre and hilarious.
New Jewelry
This is super picture heavy, so be warned.
The gold-stone put to use. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it, so I just went with simple gold-colored spacers and nothing else. It worked.
Butterfly charms (silver) with glass beads.
Matching necklace – glass seed beads, silver-plated spacers, silver butterflies, silver charm bead dangly things and purple cat’s eye.
I’ve been playing around with wire and crimps. That was one of my forays into it. Glass beads, silver spacers, silver crimps and onyx.
I found genius spacers. I think, more than anything, that I love working with chains and jump rings and such. It’s the most fun. Silver-plated chain, silver-plated connector, swallow/sparrow charms.
Silver-plated connector, silver-plated chain, bird charm.
This one’s going to my mother. I couldn’t pass it up. Silver-plated chain, charm, magnetic clasp.
I’m keeping this one. It’s a key-shaped connector, and the charm says “Wisdom.” I figure it’s a good motto to live by.
Dangly necklace for my kid sister. Silver-plated chain, silver charms.
Another one for Miriam. I call this one “Things with Wings.” Silver charms, silver-plated chain.
Leaf-shaped earrings.
I was busy today. THE END.
Saturday Night
Saturday Night at Casa Dani, because my life is exciting. I am hanging out with my BFF. (And yes, I got my hair cut.)
Why Some Pet Owners Suck
Today, on our way to school and work, C. and I got stuck in traffic. The traffic patterns at one of the pikes has been reset because they have been futzing around with construction a lot. So for a while, we were only inching along. At one point, we come to a halt. I make the mistake of looking out the window. What do I see?
That’s right, someone’s run-over pet.
The poor cat had probably been hit by a car and managed to drag itself off the road before it croaked. It was clearly someone’s pet – well-fed, otherwise in good shape, still fairly young. I couldn’t see its face, thank God, but it lay on its side, legs splayed as though it were running and twitching in its sleep, blood caking its mouth.
Until recently, my family basically always had a pet. We never had cats, but Lena was a regular old escape artist of a dog and whenever she disappeared, it felt like a little part of me died. She was a Golden Retriever – that means a BIG dog, the kind you can see in case it streaks across the street in front of your car. However, that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t do it totally unexpectedly or that you would be able to break in time not to hit her. Much like Winnie the Pooh, she had more fluff for brains than anything and she certainly wasn’t gifted with common sense. We always understood that having a pet escape and run about was a dangerous thing – most dog owners comprehend this matter. Cars are not safe to be around as a pedestrian, why would that be any different for a four-footed family member?
What I DON’T get is how this seems to be too hard for a lot of cat owners to understand. A cat, dear friends, is a PET. A cat is an animal. No matter what you may think, cats are not smart; most dogs have more common sense than a cat ever will have. Cats are, above all, arrogant and will not understand that a ton of metal will crush them. Some cat owners place way more faith into their cats than is ever warranted. Let me repeat: it is a RARE instant for a cat to be smart. Frankly, cats are also nowhere near as FAST as you think they are. A car is faster, bigger, meaner.
What I’m trying to get at is this: If you love your cat, don’t let it out. Just don’t. Unless your cat’s a Main Coone (thus a huge bugger), it is small and almost invisible, especially in the US where everyone drives SUVs which are generally higher than most European cars. People’s reaction times are slow. A cat doesn’t stand a chance.
Today, I saw someone’s beloved family pet dead at the roadside. I’m very sorry for their loss. But I can’t help but wonder if they really loved that cat since they let it out of their house in a high traffic area. Since I no longer have a pet of my own, it makes me resentful that someone would gamble with their pet’s life that way.
This cat lost the gamble and its carcass probably traumatized a bunch of small children who were on their way to school this morning. Please don’t be that cat owner.