October 20, 2004 Shaking Fists

You got no right to take my joy, I want it back. You got no right to take my joy, I want it back. You took my joy, I want it back. You took my joy, I want it back. I am listening to Lucinda Williams and I love her. She screams, somehow without really even screaming, "YOU TOOK MY JOY, I WANT IT BACK." It is righteous and it is shaking fists at the sky. Georgia O'Keefe said something like, "I want real things, music that makes holes in the sky." And that's Lucinda for me sometimes. Right now, that is Lucinda, all the way. ::: Marley has been sneezing basically constantly. It doesn't even sound like full on sneezing, because sneezing seems to involve both the throat and nose, and it sounds more like she's just blowing really hard out of her nose. Then she licks her paw and wipes her nose and smacks a lot. She's never done anything like this before. She doesn't even usually open her mouth during the backwards sniff. It's not like the pathetic cough she got when she got an upper respiratory infection from being on her back when she got spayed. It's not that full body hacking thing at all. At first I thought it was because she's been hanging out on top of the fridge, and we all know what lives up there. (Go look at yours and come back if you don't know.) That's right. Unless you are Bree from Desperate Housewives, dust. But I'm not sure. Does this warrant a vet visit? Who the hell knows? She doesn't seem to feel bad, and God knows she's still eating, but it can't be very pleasant to be blowing out one's honker fifty million times a day. ::: I am sad about Christopher Reeve. Go read Linda's beautiful words about him. As usual, she says it better than pretty much anyone else could. It really is inspiring to me that this big, physically strong, beautiful man ended up touching so many lives after that physical strength was lost. And I can't help but remember what Clark Kent's dad told him, about how he was here for a reason and that it wasn't to score touchdowns. And it's like Christopher Reeve might have been here for a reason, if one believes in that sort of thing, and it was to show how amazing it is to be strong in mind and heart and spirit even when you can't move anything below your damn neck, and to never stop fighting for innovations and cures and the strength to just keep going. (I only hope that we will soon have a president who supports stem cell research, for God's sake.) My little brother watched Superman so many times as a child; therefore, so did I. He would sing the theme music in his high little soprano eunuchy choral boy voice. "Duh duh duh duh duh ... duh duh duh. Duh duh duh duh duh .... DUH duh duh!" My favorite part was when Lois was falling and Superman said, "Don't worry, I've got you," and she said, "You've got me? Who's got you!?" When I think of my little brother as a little kid, so much of my memory is composed of him in his Superman pajamas and that red cape. Remember when Superman flew around the world to turn back time? Superman made holes in the sky. ::: About this time in ... 2003 10/20: We tried really hard to find an excuse to find the hotel boss and scream, "You STUPID! HOTEL! MANAGER!" but the Omni was so fantastic that we never had that chance. 2002 10/20: Yard Work Weekend 2001 10/19: So I'm annoyed by him a lot, and I forget to enjoy all of the things that I really do love about him. So I'm going to make a list, like Opal did for Winn-Dixie. get notified. journal archives © Copyright 2004 elb

I know. You can do all these amazing things, and sometimes you think that you will BURST WIDE OPEN unless you can tell someone about it, don't you? ... There's one thing I know for sure, son. And that is, YOU ARE HERE FOR A REASON. I don't know what it is, exactly, but I do know this much: it's NOT to score touchdowns. --Jonathan Kent, Superman