Halloween Night

Teek's Logbook for the Halloweekend

Saturday 

• Early walk for fifteen or twenty minutes
• Bike to Sunrise Bakery for eggshell-pickup
• Ski  at Glen Alps. Saw 18 moose. Mom got us totally lost by trying to do the entire loop, even though there was not enough snow, and we had to ski over rocks and walk over brush and we kept running into open water. Even though I was post-holing through that brush and my paws kept getting those ice-balls on account of the open water, and I was trotting on 3 legs much of the time, I still occasionally mustered enough energy to flush out flocks of ptarmigan. It took us 3 hours to get back to the car.

Sunday

• Early walk
• Run with Mom and Wendy for seventy-five minutes
• Bike to City Market, twice

I'm immortal

Pumpkintide (incipit)

The season fast approacheth (now that Nature's festivities are through and she retreats to southern climes to wait out the Winter months) wherein we mortals must devise our own merry-making. It is our good fortune that among the remnants of Nature's revels we find the Pumpkin--orange-orbicular; Monarch of the Winter Squash. Wisemen have determined that the perfection of Pumpkin exceeds the possibilities of Chance, and that this brilliant fruit therefore, could only be an artifact from the workshop of gods. I wish to take no side in such debates, though I have at times perceived a hint of divinity that haunts about these half-hollow spheres, accompanied by a vague urge to prostrate oneself in idolatry before their global orangeness. But these may have been the vain imaginings of an humble pumpkin-lover. Be that as it may, the holiday-making spirit fortifies us against the tide of despondency that comes with the impending gloom. So it is in this spirit that we resolve a month-long celebration of the Pumpkin and its multiformal kin. This royalty must by nature be not unattended. Therefore do we pair with it various legumes; subjects of the November monarchy.
Our stores are stocked; our holds are full; our vessel floateth low with a load of squash and beans. Let the season begin! May we honor our cülinary tradition!

Things that have happened lately

1. Bank of America, without admitting any wrongdoing, refunded our Visa account $149.18. (Score one for the good guys!)  Click above to listen to the recording of the phone call when, according to BofA, Lex authorized its Credit Protection Program to charge our account.
2. The U.S. Department of the Treasury denied Nicky's request to travel to Cuba. 
3. Teeka peed on the couch.
4. We received a Joe Miller campaign flyer picturing Joe with 8 different dead animals.
5. Obama appeared on the Daily Show.
6. Lena and I decided NOT to go to DC. 
7. It snowed at Glen Alps.

Buenas noticias, malas noticias, ¿quien sabe?

Once upon a time, a wise old guru and his young apprentice lived together in the mountains of Japan. One day, the young apprentice came running back to the house, crying "bad news, bad news! While out in the fields I took a nap and when I awoke, our horse was gone!.

"Good news, bad news, who knows," was the guru's only reply.

The next day the young apprentice returned in the evening leading 10 horses, with the original steed at the fore. "Good news, good news!" he cried.

"Good news, bad news, who knows," replied the guru.

Several days later, the young apprentice limped into the house. "Bad news, bad news! While trying to train the new horses, I fell and broke my leg."

"Good news, bad news, who knows," replied the guru.

The next day the guru heard a knock on the door. It was a recruiter for the Japanese army, but seeing the young apprentice invalidated in his bed, he turned and left.

Good news, bad news, who knows.

Anyway, what I am trying to tell you is that I lost my camera.

Morelos: Thy cup of historie runneth over

Today shall be my last in the state of Morelos, at one time la patria's richest state, at other times it's most troublesome. This year celebrates the bicentennial of la Independencia, postered by the child José Maria Teclo Morelos Pérez y Pavón. This year also celebrates the centennial of la Revolución, given face by Emiliano Zapata, who to southern Mexicans exceeds the divinity of Jesus Christ while also posessing the military genius of Hannibal, the humble republican statesmanship of George Washington, and the eternal life of Elvis Presley.

Prior to all of Zapata's rabble-rousing and José Morelos' military and political strategizing, indigenous civilizations fought each other to establish their empires in south central Mexico's mountains. The Tepozteco reminds the people of Tepoztlán of this past from its position an hour's hike up a mountain. The pictures make it look much bigger than it actually is, but it would be really impressive no matter what size it were because the path up to it was super steep and tough enough even without rain and a heavy load.

I took this other picture at a organic compost course held in Amatlán offered to farmers in the area. I thought the man in the center was one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen, so I wanted to take his picture.

Harvest

You probably want to hear my story, where I came from and all that David Copperfield mierda. Well, I don't much feel like telling all that, but here is a picture.

Canasta de Manzanas

"There are apples to be got"




Harvested on the 21st of October, this is evidence of our unseasonably warm weather. Teek prowled around the premises whilst I gathered the looming fruits. Some ten kilograms, I should think.

Transcripción

Hey everybody, after much persistence, I persuaded the resident Sub-sub or "section-man" to transcribe the entries from our auld Googledoc, which we have since shed and scuttled to this new domain @ blogspot. There was a short period of vulnerability during which our squishy posterior segment was unprotected, but we seem to have resolved this inconvenience. So I present you the excerpted entries:

October 8 (Nicky’s Birthday)

News from 61 degrees North: the wobbly-toppe godlings are still sprinkling their mischiefs around the church-yard. Fourteen of them in one haul.
Also I found out that Monday is Canadian Thanksgiving, in case anyone was wondering.

October 7
Hi Nicky,
Here’s an article about colony collapse, in case you have time to read it. http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/07/science/07bees.html?src=me&ref=general

Hey Niche, my opinions come in this jauntier font, seriffed and such. Guess whether my tongue is still humming and buzzing with the effects of el garrote infernal while I’m writing this.... I took it during Renaissance Lit. Right now I’m eating the very last greens of the year. It hasn’t dipped below freezing since you left, but tonight is supposed to deep-freeze. No snow in towne yet, but she’s a-coming down the mountains. Anyway, guess whether balsamic exacerbates the devil’s pricks! And I have something to riddle you about shiny black things: how would you know that an iTunes password were even germane to shiny black things if you hadn’t already familiar to them?
There was a kid named Hampus in Järpen. He was me roommate once. Awesome, no?
Tomorrow you turn nineteen? Mexico has already made you two hours (?) older. Want us to send you a birthday care-package? I’m sure mom would mobilise at your slightest suggestion, if she weren’t so up-taken with Santander-eating and chatting with Dave, who is coming this weekend on a whim.
Today I noticed they had inventoried a rosy winter squash as a carving-pumpkin at City Market so it was only 79 cents or something. I managed the Organic Alaska order, and part of cleaning out Mardi Gras’, and returning the library books.
Hope it’s going well, Let us know if there’s something you want to hear.
Max
Lex--come to the rumpus-room, where the wild thangs are.


10-5-2010
Hi Nicky,
I hope things are going well for you. I miss you. Where are you now?
Just so you know, Tehben has some interesting theories. For example, he believes the U.S. government is responsible for the 9/11 attacks and the AIDS epidemic. He also doesn’t care for The Jews or Israel. Yea, he really hates Jews. He’s been in Homer for a couple days and I already miss the young boy.
Love, Mom

Familia Buendía

Hi, this is Úrsula.

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