insomnia

it's 334 in the morning.been up an hour and i know tomorrow will be hell. have heartburn and i imagine little tiny trolls with torches and pickaxes traveling up the CPAP tube crawling through my nose and down my throat. there is a leader who yells a direction and gets a chorus response in a helium pitch confirming the action. i turn to watch nancy sleep soundly trying to focus on her breaths as i watch an incredible curl fall down her back. I want to curl up into her but don't want to wake her. she'll be running 5 miles in a few hours. i wake a cat instead.fiona opens her belly up to me and purrs. i think about a dream i had last night - a new medical discovery that a fetus has the strength to grab your hand and pull you back into the womb with you it supposedly feels like experiencing God. hey, it's a dream! all i can do is describe it. means as much as the other dream i had— the one about me and nancy getting married and how i couldn't find any clothes to wear except for my old little league baseball uniform. in the dream i think it is funny but nancy...not so much.
my ADD rattled brain is spinning wildly as it goes through a random circle of topics from the rangers to geriatric diapers back to sports and and some cover design ideas. mental pinball. the thought of a round silvery ball makes me think of escher.i start to stare at the keyboard and see if i can form words by connecting keys that are next to each other but only get as far as typing that in for you to read. saw a video of myself and some close friends playing poker-took place in a another life back in nyc the night of a date with a former coworker whose incredible beauty intimidated me to complete insecurity and a frozen state. wish i had the confidence i sometimes feel now but that was part of a long path to the "here and now." wish it had gone better but when you feel like a dot of uniform complexity, impenetrable, only wanting acceptance, you can't possibly be open to just being who you are. nevertheless, an experience to hold onto one of a series of experiences that lead to the ones who followed, other mild disasters, falling for the right ones at the wrong time, the wrong ones at just the right time. I feel like getting up and walking in the back of the house in the wet grass - I fantasize about having a caveman battle with one of the the coy dogs that lurk back there at night and it makes me laugh as i picture myself doing battle in the shale blue boxer briefs i am wearing and envisioning the slow-mo undulations of my central new york gut. after an even battle, bloodied and caked in mud i make friends with the coy dog and ride him like a horse in the woods. ruling and proud of our domain. my typing makes nancy stir and i yawn. twice. we made vegan blueberry pancakes for dinner. my thoughts float upwards as i am flying on a billowing sheet over india with salman rushdie. we fly over a crowd of people trying to break the Guinness world record for the largest naan bread ever made. i see how high i can get it to fly and think of icarus and chuck yeager and how i better not push the limit.

Thriller!

Prisoners in the Phillipines doing....Thriller !?!

wait to you see the "actress" lmao.

The Furry Grim Reaper

Oscar, a hospice cat at the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, R.I., seems to have an uncanny knack for predicting when nursing home patients are going to die, by curling up next to them during their final hours. Here is the article.


Edits: Some colleagues of mine, here at Cornell University Press, have turned me onto to some related ideas and web sites, in case you are interested.

Jonathan wrote: That's really cool! Glad they didn't completely dismiss it like they generally do. Reminds of the research being done by Rupert Sheldrake.

Susan wrote:Not to be gross, but I think it's probably an atavistic neurological ability; in the wild, it would be to a feline's benefit to wait for prey that might be attracted to a carcass.

What I Call Justice

Birthday visit

Went back down to NYC this weekend to see my mom who turns 65 today, Monday July 16, 2007. I'd say she looks great for her age? No ? That raw food diet and the running really pay off.
We went to Arqua Restaurant - an Italian Restaurant on Church St/White. The food was excellent and my sister Michelle, who couldn't make it, "sent" a bottle of champagne to start the celebration. It was very tasty!

My Aunt Blanche(my mom's Aunt, also named Blanche) gave each of us a picture that she took of us in the far past. My sister Lori and i received pictures of ourselves from when she took us to Europe. In the above picture, my cousin Carol is holding up an image of my mom posing with her younger brothers Peter, Paul and Richard as well as her younger cousins (my Aunt Blanche's daughters) Carol and Robin. It was nice to see Robin who made the trip down from Carlisle, Mass.—taking a break from running the store she owns with her husband Larry called Fern's Country Store

Before i went to the restaurant i got to say hi to my friend Henry who shares the same birthday as my mom. He lives in one of the new buildings being erected in Long Island City that are right on the water. Just a few steps outside his building and you get this view. The above picture of henry was taken in the garden area of the Long Island City Bar.

It is pretty spectacular and a neat perspective of manhattan—one I haven't ever experienced before. He is taking a lot of great pictures and taking some very cool time lapse photos of the East River and manhattan skyline that you can seen on his blog.

Tetris Dreams

Remember back in the day when you would play Tetris for hours and hours. Do you also remember closing your eyes before falling asleep, and even during sleep, how you would continue to "play"? Well here is an interesting article, titled Tetris Dreams that explains why.

More from Keith

How is Bush still president? I am truly amazed that he continuously gets away with so much. Maybe even more amazing is that we seem to let him.