No I cannot afford a Kindle or a Sony reader either. It's Powerbook or paperbackbook for me. The main problem with the Powerbook is its broken screen frame; the screen is fine, but the bottom right corner of the metal frame is held together with a binder clip. I could probably put a small machine screw through it, but I am afraid of drilling a little hole lest I hit some essential electronic part. I imagine there is a safety margin but I'd have to do some research to find out what/where it was. Maybe that would be a good thing to do over xxxxxxmas.
But the truly good news is that Santiago seems about 99.99% recovered from whatever it was. I'm thinking he may well have had the flu, although Jackson seems to have escaped it (knock knock) even though he kept licking Santiago's head and ears when Santiago was looking like he felt like shit. Santiago didn't lick him back, though, and I suppose not that much viable virus would hang out on top of a sick cat's head.
Anyway, Santiago is running around the house like the little madcat that he is and I am only too happy to chase him around during wait-for-the-microwave-to-cook-my-supper breaks. He is so predictable but it is still very amusing to listen to him chirp as he dashes from room to room in a blur of black and white. You can't see anything in the dark but his socks—there is a reason only domesticated animals display white blazes: in the wild they get eaten! I only nibble on his belly a little bit, though.
He doesn't run around for long, but he's also almost five years old, so it is time for him to slow down a little. His birthday is February 19. Take note!
I took today off because I had to do a bunch of grades yesterday and I was still exhausted from the SSA ordeal even though it was anticlimactic—I had spent most of my adrenaline just getting to the building and emptying my pockets to go through the metal detector. Security is tighter downtown than at the Valencia Street office. It's like a friggin airport. Only thing different was I didn't have to take off my shoes. I did think to leave my pocketknives at home because I expected to be eyeballed, but I wasn't expecting the metal detector and baggage x-ray! Guess because it is in the Federal Building there is more to worry about than some poor sod holding up the Social Security clerks.
I am trying to practice guitar for busking purposes. I don't think my poetry is a good daytime sell, but I can sure learn pop songs and belt them out somewhere. I think I could, anyway. Or maybe just do instrumental arrangements—today I worked on one for "Bad Romance." I am utterly and completely serious. I'd feel dumb singing it but I think a big wall of distorted guitar could pull the whole thing off by itself.
We'll see. Someone else is already doing Johnny Cash at the 24th St BART so I need a different schtick. Maybe if I sang ABBA two octaves lower than they were originally recorded I might attract some attention. You think? I could do it really crunchy and slow, too. Sunn O))) meets disco. :)
Ooh! Ooh! I could throw in Laura Branigan's "Gloria" too!
I'm beginning to like this idea..