I don't want to swim the ocean...

It's been a week of facing limitations, and accepting them. Somehow it seems the key is no longer wanting those out-of-reach things.

It's strange -- I've had so many people ask me recently, "are you okay?" and in a way I wasn't. I was drifting too far out in the dark waters of Academian Sea, freaking out whenever some seaweed touched my legs... and now I'm heading back to shore, no longer fighting the tide.

I'm amazed at those people who seem so unstoppable. But even Mark stops for an evening now and then, settles down in front of the television in his pajamas/pyjamas. And Shiloh has a built-in mechanism -- her body says "slow down, soldier!" and she's learned to listen.

My good friend Matt just completed his first year of law school in New York -- (no one lives in Minneapolis anymore) -- "Good on him" as the Aussies say. It's an exquisite meshing when your abilities meet your ambitions. Well done, Matty.

Le Web et Les Chats

Hmmm... I've been feeling nostalgic for the old internet, perhaps more appropriately refered to as the 'world wide web' or the 'information superhighway'... vrooom. It used to be so lo-tech, in a way. All the pages looked more or less the same, and so much of it truly was filled with cliched pages about pets... "Hi, this is me and this is my dog". I imagine these quaint pages are still hidden around somewhere, but they've actually become difficult to find. Perhaps there is indeed an internet janitor who is deleting the old stuff.

So this blog entry is dedicated to my cats. First here's Liz.

To anthropomorphise her... she's sweet but simple, and very loquacious. She humours my attempts to speak her language.

She likes to eat a lot and she sleeps in the bed with me. She's a Sagittarius and was named after HM Queen Elizabeth.


And here is Maggie. Namesake of HRH Princess Margaret.

Her hobbies include: killing small animals, extensive stretching exercises resembling yoga, and generally harassing Liz.

Her anthropomorphisms: She's a bit of a snob, but it's more of a show to mask her shyness.

Maggie is an Aries. Her hidden talent: she can meow some television show theme songs.


Lately, in the tradition of some classic film noir, there has been a third cat... Some dark grey interloper sneaks into the house sometimes to eat the uneaten cat food and is presumably trying to usurp the thrones of Queen Liz and Princess Maggie. Thus the third cat has been dubbed Wallis Simpson, the Duchess of Windsor. I've had to break up many a cat turf war in this neighbourhood of cat fanciers. My theory: their antics are all just to rate a mention on this world wide web we weave.