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Carrot as hot dog: This is it. I'm finally there. I don't care if I consume another veggie dog or burger ever again (a girl can only eat so much vital wheat gluten and reconstituted soy product). But! I just learned a secret of the vegans: brush a carrot with olive oil, sprinkle it with salt, and roast it into almost oblivion. Eat it in a bun with such things as slaw, hot sauce, and horseradish. Don't laugh—it's heaven.
Sam Cooke: His voice! It kills me. Esp. the song "Touch The Hem Of His Garment." It's about Jesus, but that's okay.
Listening to your iPod's songs alphabetically instead of on shuffle: You'd like to think "shuffle" means "totally random," but I think we all know by now that there's some sort of algorithm at play here. My Pod's obsession with Johnny Cash, "A Boy Named Sue" put me off the man in black for an entire year. If you wanna hear your library's real deep cuts, click on Songs, head to any given letter, and hit play. It won't disappoint.
Sleeping pet faces: A slumbering pet brings a sense of peace into the room. Also? There's something heart-wrenchingly cute about how vulnerable they are.
Happy Lefty Birthday
I'm not sure that a pet's birthday warrants celebration? But it's a time marker. And like all time markers, it just means the world goes ’round.
Then again, I'm not sure I'd classify Lefty as a "pet." Not like a hamster is a pet. He's more like a confidante. One who concerns himself with my doings at all times and who, best of all, sends me constant love beams without an ounce of guile. He's always on my team—sometimes he's the only one, but, it's enough, you know, sometimes.
Anyway, I've already talked at length about my thoughts on canines and the happy friendship they supply. No real need to delve further. Maybe just a salute—perhaps with a celebratory pigs ear and a handsome new collar—to 3 years in the life of Lefty.
Thursday morning scenery.
Snow bonanza this past February. Joy!
Posing next to his exquisite portrait by Brent Wick.
Family trip to Yosemite, 2012.
