March 11th, 2004

caillebotte_man at his window


Goldfish are evil. (It is the snack cracker called Goldfish of which I am speaking, not the actual piscine creature.) Once they catch your eye with their cheddary smile, they are irresistible. They demand to be devoured. I defy anyone to avoid an orgy of faux-piscivorousness once these seductive creatures make an appearance. Yes, tonight I was seduced by these delectable spawn of the Satanic Pepperidge Farm. Before I realized what I had done, I had consumed more than half a bag full of the tiny, deceptively innocent baked creatures! Upon reading the nutritional information on the side of the bag, I discovered that the amount I had been manipulated into eating was four servings! Reading further, I found that this fit of gluttony (not my fault!) had provided me with at least 36% of my daily value of fat, and 32% of my daily value of saturated fat, plus 12% of my daily value of cholesterol, 28% of my daily value of sodium, and 24% of my daily value of carbohydrate. Oh, yes, and 12 grams of protein (no daily value given.) I can feel my arteries crackling. Wicked, wicked goldfish!

By the way, did you know that the original surname of movie mogul Samuel Goldwyn was Goldfish? It's true.

In other news (must keep my mind off the remaining crackers in that bag -- oh, the allure of their haunting smiles!) the night has been, once again, unseasonably mild. I am surprised at how quickly it seems that the moon is waning. It has already lost more than a third of its girth, and remains high even as approaching dawn begins to return the blue to the sky. Unless this early spring is thwarted by winter reclaiming its final weeks, by next month my best view of the moon will be obscured for most of the night by the new leaves. Well, at least their cover will provide me with a dark corner in which I may lurk in order to observe whatever passes in the moonlit nights. But I will not have so clear a view of the moon again until autumn has stripped the trees of their foliage, so I must enjoy it while I may.

Warmer Still, Thus Later

Sluggo enjoys napping on these warm afternoons, so I use him sparingly lest he show me his snarly blue screen. I wouldn't mind napping on these afternoons myself, if it were not for the fact that I have just awakened and have no need for naps. Instead, between tasks, I snatch a few minutes now and then to go out and watch the flowers bloom and the robins fly about, and I get buzzed by bees. Last year, the bees never appeared in large numbers. So far, this year looks as though it will have plenty of the little pollinators. I'm glad to see them back, and hope that they will be joined by an abundance of those butterflies who were also rare last year. This could turn out to be as pleasant a spring as we've had in years, provided that winter doesn't make a sudden return, or insufficient rain falls to sustain the momentum which the early spring has already gathered.

The disadvantage of the early arrival of warm weather is, of course, Sluggo's aversion to heat. It means that, as the days grow warmer, my journal entries must become briefer and be posted later. I intend to ignore the disadvantage, though, and just enjoy the balmy days, spending as much time outdoors as I can while the slug naps.

Here is another of my new icons, which I don't believe I have introduced yet. It is a postcard picture of the old Pacific Electric Railway Depot in downtown Los Angeles as it appeared when it opened in 1906. I've been thinking that I might post the full sized versions of some of my icons, and accompany them with a bit about why I chose them. I need to find the time to upload the image files to PictureTrail.