June 1st, 2005

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Rush!

I just spent half the night catching up with yesterday. I'll probably spend half of this evening catching up with tonight, which will by then be last night. What the hell I'll do about tomorrow (whenever that is), I have no idea.

The crescent moon, lately risen and soon to be paled to a ghost of itself by the brightening sky, is almost vertical. I always enjoy the sight of the nearly vertical crescent moon that sometimes appears at the solstice. It provides a rare glimpse of rectitude. I don't think that the moon will be very crescenty on the coming solstice, though. Let's see... a few more days of waning, then two weeks of waxing... no, it's going to be roundish. It's hard to see how straight it is when it's roundish. Well, it's pretty close to straight right now. I'll have to be satisfied with that.

My room is no longer too warm, but it soon will be once more. Also, I think that LJ is hogging some of my e-mail again. Notifications are arriving long after the comments are posted.

I hope that the woodpecker who is hammering on the mailbox up the street gets laid soon. It sounds like a miniature jackhammer. I've been told that the bird does this to attract the attention of females. It's sort of like a high school kid's car stereo system, I guess. Somebody cite that bird! I need to sleep!
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Dusk

In the entire evening sky, there are but two clouds. One looks like a trumpet, and the other, very near the first, looks like a squid. As I watch them, they alter shape. The trumpet appears to aspire to being a saxophone, its bell bending around, and the squid gradually assumes the form of a shark, then distends into something more like a swordfish. The aquatic cloud must be higher than the musical cloud, as the aquatic cloud glows brighter as it catches the light of the setting sun. Now, the musical cloud grows more vaporous and dissipates. The song is over, I guess. The aquatic cloud is shrinking, too, and darkening from bright pink to mauve as it loses the light. It will soon be lost, even before the sky sea has grown dark enough to reveal the stars.

My cat has decided to spend the evening tormenting the birds again. She chases them every time they land on the ground. The birds show their displeasure with periodic outbursts of indignant chirping. It's quite distracting. I don't think I can coax the cat indoors until the birds return to their nests, though. The evening air is very pleasant, and what bowl of canned or dry food could compete with the prospect of a fresh kill? The kitty is energized, and would flee my grasp if I were to attempt to grab her. I'll have to let the birds fend for themselves, until the cat either catches one of them or grows tired of the game.

Also: The Wikipedia entry about LiveJournal has gotten quite long. It even has a section about Frank the Goat, with four links.