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We leave the restaurant and round the corner onto Second. People everywhere, crowding the sidewalk. "What's up, what's up?" "It's the drag race, starting any second." A drag race, here, in the middle of the East Village? I see cops closing off the street and Second Avenue. A Chinese restaurant delivery boy pedals down the block just as the crowd roars "They're Off!' and all becomes clear.
Twenty or so drag queens in high heels dodge the egg foo yung people ordered back then, led by a very tall, ebony sprinter in sensible heels, pink mini shorts and tight halter top showing off a molded midriff. The crowd cheers. There seems to be a correlation between the size of the wig and the position in the pack. The higher, the slower. Same goes for heels.
Halfway down the block they all stop. Another cheer goes up: "Eat your fruit! Eat your fruit!" As far as I can tell, some have bananas and some have apples. I think all of them cheat and take off before finishing their fruit. A nun greets the runners at the finish line across the Avenue, one of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence I suppose though I don't see the Bishop who often hangs out with them.
We make our way to Second Avenue ... cars backed up as far as the eye can see. The last racer crosses the avenue, cops leave and traffic moves again.
This is a true story
It's been a couple of hours now and I keep thinking about it. I got a call, caller ID from Corpus Christi, didn't answer it, don't know anyone from there and figured it was one of those scam calls I keep getting. One recent memorable one was threatening me with an armed raid if I didn't pay up for the Alfa Romeo in my garage. Nice touch on that one was they said media would be in attendance.
Where was I ...
Corpus Christi calling.
Then I got to thinking, today is Easter and there is Corpus Christi calling. Is that a coincidence?
I keep thinking ... maybe I should have answered.
Nah ... It's a scam. He wouldn't be calling me so soon after getting up.
Bonsai Kittens was a big fad some 15? years ago, Haven't heard much about it since.
It's the art of growing bonsais applied to kittens, growing them in small containers such as urns, tubular constriction, or even antagonistic animal shapes. "Every Bonsai Kitten is an original! We only shape kitties to your specifications."
At only a few weeks of age, a kitten’s bones have not yet hardened and become osseous. They are extremely soft and springy. In fact, if you take a week-old kitten and throw it to the floor, it will actually bounce! We do not recommend that you try this at home. The kitten may bounce under the furniture and be difficult to retrieve, as well as covered in unsightly household dust. However, the flexibility of the kitten’s skeleton means that if the bones are gently warped at this early age, they can be molded into any desired shape. At Bonsai Kitten, we achieve this by placing the kitten into a rigid vessel soon after birth, and allowing the young cat to grow out its formative time entirely within this container. The kitten essentially grows into the shape of the vessel! Once the cat is fully developed, it is removed (or the vessel broken to remove it!), producing the lovable, furry pet you've always wanted, but it remains in the shape you've always dreamed of! There is virtually no limit to the eventual shape of your pet.
The site attracted outraged attention back then. Animal rights groups protested, the FBI cited a recent federal law, and a gun-toting investigator from the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals reportedly stopped by the MIT campus and quizzed network administrators. There were many complaints about to the descriptions of how to use muscle relaxant, feeding tubes and Klein bottles to shape a perfect bonsai cat.
Up that endless escalator and into the Starwars hangar one more time, to see The Last Buffalo, which turns out to be more art than the nature recording of Into The Deep. We adjust our headsets and transport to the land of the buffalo. Blowing sand reveals and covers a buffalo skull. There's a mysterious huge shed with ancient machinery, pulleys, fire, molten metal flows into my lap, a smith hammers steel in a fireworks of sparks showering over us. Slowly we come to realize he is a sculptor, forging metal into a buffalo, piece by piece. We watch a buffalo birth, a chase where the mother puts a mountain lion to flight, a dragon fly darts across water and fire consumes a forest. Birth, life, death. At the end, all creatures have turned into metal sculptures in the shed.
Holodecks can't be far off. Half way through the short show, I notice that the people sitting in front of me are actually swallowed by a 3d extension of the mountains which know no screen. There is no screen. I look down to see the row in front of me disappearing into a lake. It's a surreal Magritte image. The lion jumps over the head of a noticeably tall man two rows below. I can feel us becoming part of the action.
This time I pick a particularly healthy looking buffalo and make my sign on his right hoof with the laser pointer. We decide to eat at the American-Indian restaurant up Columbus Avenue. Buffalo burgers. I hear burgers are the only recommended way to eat them since the meat is said to be a bit dry. The waiter brings the the right hoof to show me my sign. I nod.
Nothing like hunting for one's meal.
Just dropping into your forum...
I love your descriptive writing here. Your prose is lovely. :3
Your cat's tail looks like my cat's tail...
Can't resist a couple more cat pix.
Look what they did to me!
Aww, baby got spayed. Good for you -- no kittens!!