Posthuman Blues

The cat stand-off continues. Ebe is cute -- cat calendar cute. Elderly women would pay good money for a calendar smothered with pictures of this kitten. Shades of Mr. Winkle (who is decidedly uncute) . . .

Very little email today except for some particularly tenacious spam for Viagra (or something like it). All of the subject lines read like this (an actual sample):

Re: Poole I know why my son stays out late on weekendRodriguez Ever notice how things change as you get older

Weird, huh? Is this supposed to instill consumer confidence? Or make me think that it's an earnest note from a pal?

I ran into my high-school algebra teacher today at LatteLand. She just turned 40 and she has cancer. She's survived a sustained onslaught of chemical and radioactive therapies, surgery, and shrugs this off like an annoyance. She still runs, for god's sake. If I were religious, I suppose I would have said something condescending and greeting card-sappy like "My prayers are with you." I had the feeling she's endured enough of that shit. If I ran this planet, people facing unfair, life-threatening illnesses who had to listen to pretentious religious-sympathetic drivel from their blissfully cancerless peers would have the right to blow such people away with a firearm of their choosing. No questions asked. Move on; nothing to see here.

But life isn't fair. If life was fair Howard Zinn would be President.