While I was out of town, my roommate was sweet enough to watch Thomasina for me!
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I don’t think I’ll ask her again…
I don’t crave the warmth of your unconditional approval.
While I was out of town, my roommate was sweet enough to watch Thomasina for me!
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I don’t think I’ll ask her again…
I have not been blogging much lately, and so, in the style of the blog 11 Points, here are 11 things that I have been spending my time on lately, and enjoying immensely. All highly recommended:
1. Gail Collins. The New York Times was long overdue for a female columnist who wasn’t Maureen Dowd, and Gail Collins is more than the Times deserves: tart, smart, funny and perceptive, her takes on the issues of the day are both informative and cathartic. I just checked out one of her books, America’s Women: 400 Years of Dolls, Drudges, Helpmates, and Heroines, but have only read the first chapter so far. I’ll let you know how it is. Also, in addition to her columns, Collins’s conversations with David Brooks are a treat. I have to confess, in the past, I have occasionally liked David Brooks, but he’s been heinous lately, and as his tenure at the Times goes on, he contradicts himself ever more blatantly. I dearly love a good journo fight, and Matt Taibbi (an occasional guilty pleasure for me, I’ll admit – his reportage may be spotty, but sometimes you just need a good, unapologetic rant) has lately been picking Brooks’s columns up in his teeth and shaking them back and forth until their necks snap.
2. The public library. I like to write in my books, dogear them, and read them in the shower, so for years, I insisted on buying books and keeping them in piles along my baseboards. But I don’t make that kind of money these days, and have finally learned to make good use of the public library. Yes, the inability to write in the books is a serious handicap, but otherwise, I am a total library convert. There’s a small branch near my house, and I can order whatever I want through the system to be delivered there, and they notify me by email when my holds are ready. Best of all, you can renew your books on the computer, and as long as nobody puts a hold on them, you can renew them indefinitely (I’ve renewed one 12 times already). And all for not one red cent (not counting city taxes). Beat that, Kindle.
3. Susan Schorn’s McSweeney’s column. I go back and forth on McSweeney’s, and particularly on their columnists. Some are good, some are boring, many have long outlived their original gimmick, good for only a post or two, but weirdly extended. But one of their new columns, Susan Schorn’s meditations on martial arts, self-defense, anger, weakness, and related topics, is fantastic – and not just because I’m into karate lately. I agree with Schorn about everything, and wish she lived next door to me, so that I could bother her all the time (and all of her other humor pieces are great, too). Speaking of karate:
4. Shotokan karate. I have been training at a local dojo since August (I’m currently a yellow belt), and I am obsessed. Fantastic exercise, and a wonderful outlet for pent-up aggression, karate is sport, art form, self-defense training and a study in focus and discipline, all in one. I try to make three classes a week, and, while I still couldn’t beat up a four-year-old, my kiai has deepened from Chihuahua to Rottweiler.
5. Jezebel and The Awl. I am putting these together, because my enjoyment of them is similar. For some reason, when Jezebel debuted, I immediately decided that I didn’t care for it. I can’t remember what about it offended me, because I’ve really been enjoying it lately. In addition to the progressive and feminist news alerts, there are hearty round-ups of celebrity gossip. And while I am not interested enough in celebrity garbage to actually read up on it, I must admit, do I want to know when Brad and Angie finally break it off, or when Lindsay Lohan ODs in a club bathroom, or when somebody has a major weight reversal? Yes! Yes, okay? I do want to know that! I admit it! But I don’t need to know the deets – I just want a headline and a photo, and that’s what Jezebel delivers. Now, The Awl, helmed by former Gawker editor, Choire Sicha (aka the only person who ever wrote for Gawker that I actually liked), is a hilarious, well-written chronicle of all things that would particularly interest…well, Brooklyn dwelling, underemployed pseudo-writers like moi. Plus, it is one of those lovely, rare blogs in which the commenters expand on (and often outshine) the posts. Kinder than Gawker and sharper than The Gothamist, The Awl fits just right. If I could only read one blog, this would probably be it.
6. Amanda Palmer. The former Dresdan Doll has an awesome solo album. Plus, she’s engaged to Neil Gaiman, and showed up at The Golden Globes with her boobs and her pit hair out. She’s a fucking badass.
7. Small, well-done, original blogs. Tiring of sprawling, massive, constantly updating blogs, I have lately been discovering small, creative, focused sites that do one thing and do it well. Edith Zimmerman writes hilarious very short stories. Tom Oatmeal (who I found through EZ) makes milk come out my nose. And firmuhment is continually brilliant and original – scanned documents that inspire essays, short stories, and humor. I’m not sure if firmuhment is a single author deal or a team effort, but every post has obviously had a lot of work put into it, and I appreciate that.
8. Firefox’s new skins. I spent the lion’s share of my day staring at my browser, so anything that makes it more visually appealing makes me happy. Firefox’s new skins are a small adjustment that, surprisingly, makes a big difference. Currently, I’m enjoying Spring II. Goes well with my igoogle theme.
9. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I resisted getting into this back in high school when everyone was super into it, and haven’t gotten into it since, because I didn’t want to consume seven seasons of TV. But my coworker has them all on DVD. Uncle, okay? I’m through six seasons already, and ready to register as an official member of the Joss Whedon fanbase. In addition to the overall awesomeness of the series, I enjoy identifying basic karate moves in the fight choreography.
10. My new phone. After three shameful years of hitchhiking on my parents’ family plan, I finally ponied up and got my own phone plan, and a phone with a full keyboard and a camera. And man, it makes a huge difference! I no longer wince at the sound of a text message arriving: it doesn’t take me a year to peck out a response anymore, and my phone looks cool and is really fun to use. And yesterday, when my brunch coffee came in a giant bowl with no handle, I was able to document it quickly and easily, no forethought required.
11. My rabbit, Thomasina. Thomasina is so freaking adorable!! And I love having a pet! This was a good move. She’s my little pal, and she does hilarious things and entertains me, and she’s cuddly and fun. Right now, for example, I am trying to write, and she is collapsing her little grass hut on top of her head, and making eyes at the rabbit she thinks lives in my closet mirror! OMG, she’s a gas. I won’t work at all today.
This past weekend, I apparently suffered some sort of psychotic break, and adopted an 8-month-old Brittania Petite/mix rabbit from a shelter, and brought her home on the subway, and now I have this rabbit living in my room. Her name is Thomasina, and her Hebrew name is She’era (courtesy of her Godmother, Robin). Here are just a few things I did not previously know about rabbits:
- They require a gigantic cage environment, which can comfortably accomodate a litter box, food and water bowls, a hidey-hole-type box and a variety of toys and towels and crumpled newspapers. (Ideally, they should have shelves and ramps, as well, but we all make sacrifices to live in NYC, and Thomasina must do her part.)
- They pretty much litter-box train themselves. Their litter box must be changed daily, and filled with fresh timothy hay, which hay forms the mainstay of their daily diet (I know, totally gross).
- They also need a large fresh salad every day, and a small amount of pellets.
- It’s better for them to be relatively cool than to be hot.
- They don’t like to be picked up at all. It really, really makes them uncomfortable. When you do pick them up, there’s a special way to do it.
- They can die in a matter of hours from intestinal gas. The way to prevent this is to catch it in time, stick a thermomenter up their butts to determine if their temperature has dropped, and then give them baby gas meds. Then they’ll be fine. I dread the day I have to deal with this.
- You have to clip their toenails. I dread the day I have to deal with this.
- They can be put into a trance by being tipped gently onto their backs.
- They need carpeted surfaces to run and jump on; hard surfaces can give them sore hocks.
- If they’re happy, they do ‘binkys’ all over the house, which are giant, leaping, backflip-type moves. If they do not do these, you are a terrible rabbit-parent, and your rabbit is miserable.
- They get really furious when you leave them, and super excited and lovey when you return, like a dog (or at least, mine does).
- Their life span is 10 years. I still don’t really believe this, nor can I envision myself being in possession of this rabbit for a full-on decade.
Here is what I knew about rabbits:
- They are very cute.
- You have to cover all of your electrical cords before you let them run around the house.
So, it’s been a real learning opportunity. Since bringing Thomasina home, I have mostly occupied myself by worrying insanely about her wellbeing. When I am not hovering over her, making sure she is eating and breathing and pooping and not gnawing on an electrical wire, I am at work or karate worrying about what she’s doing, and whether or not I have somehow brought about her early demise through neglect or stupidity, and googling various behaviors to make sure I am not missing anything crucial (she had a mild attack of the hiccups today, and damn near gave me a heart attack). Hopefully, this worrying will abate somewhat as I get used to owning her, and I can resume my previous life, which consisted largely of worrying about my own health, and searching rare conditions on Web MD.
Anyway, I’ve built her what I think is a really kick-ass cage/playpen out of Neat Idea Cubes, and have put some cheap mats down on the floor and everything. I let her out in my room when I am home. As soon as I cover all our cords and obtain an area rug I can roll out in the living room, I’m going to let her explore the rest of the house. My main problem right now is that I don’t know how much to feed her, and I’m afraid I’m starving her. According to the people who walked me through her adoption, she should be having one or two large, leafy, mixed salads a day, in addition to her hay and pellets, but everything I can find on the Internets says that rabbits should have two cups of greens per six pounds body weight. Thomasina is two pounds max. So, last night I gave her a tiny salad, and I had a big salad, and we sat on the floor and watched Buffy on my laptop, with some magazines laid over the cord.
So, I guess I’m this crazy person now. Also? I may be a little biased? But I’m pretty sure that Thomasina is the coolest rabbit that ever lived, and is vastly superior to all cats and even a fair amount of dogs.