“More and more, it feels like I’m doing a really bad impersonation of myself.” ~ Chuck Palahniuk, from Choke
Friday afternoon, partly cloudy, warmer, 73 degrees.
I thought that I’d add something a little different to today’s leftovers post. I was trying to fall asleep when I thought of this list of firsts:
- word that pops into your head: palimpsest
- song that pops into your head: “House of the Rising Sun”
- TV theme show you think of: “Gilligan’s Island”
- smell that reaches your nose: freshly mown grass
- sound you hear: a rooster crowing
- name of first person you think of (not a relative): Sarah
- name of first person you think of (relative): Alexis
- artist you think of: Van Gogh
- classical composer that comes to mind: Chopin
- author you think of: Tolkien
- poet you think of: Anne Sexton
- kind of food that comes to mind: peanut butter cup
- drink that pops into your head: chocolate milkshake
- movie title you think of: Legends of the Fall
- fictional character that comes to mind: Sherlock Holmes
Vintage newspaper articles:
Lone females retreated to isolated nesting boxes on penthouse levels. Other males, a group Calhoun termed “the beautiful ones,” never sought sex and never fought—they just ate, slept, and groomed, wrapped in narcissistic introspection. Elsewhere, cannibalism, and violence became endemic. Mouse society had collapsed.
Beneath the surface of Japan’s Tateyama Bay stands a shrine called a torii, sacred to the Shinto religion. But more than being a place of spiritual importance, the underwater site is host to something else that’s remarkable — a unique friendship between a man and a fish.
For more than two decades, a local diver named Hiroyuki Arakawa has been entrusted with overseeing the shrine and being a guide to others who wish to visit it. In that time, he’s become well-acquainted with the local marine animals who live in the area — including one friendly Asian sheepshead wrasse named Yoriko.
Over the course of 25 years, the pair have forged an incredible bond based on trust and respect.
Perhaps the sweetest testament to their friendship can be seen in Arakawa’s custom of greeting Yoriko with a kiss.
I used to have a beautiful Samoyed named Sasha. I’d love to have another one: