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(semi-)daily scratching

on my bedstand:

fiabe romantiche - l. tieck, novalis, c. brentano
morphology of the fairy tale - v. propp
le fiabe nella tradizione popolare - s. thompson

on my list:

el buscon - quevedo
libidinal economy - j.-f. lyotard

friends:

cockykitty

wednesday, february twentieth - sunny and mild

clyto real nice and cutie last night, cuddling up to me and licking my hand clean. the only advantage of having a ferocious migraine, almost makes me wish it came more often (almost!). she's so clever, tho', learning to take alternative routes to avoid attracting attention to obnoxious toms. but gradually i've grown to her point of view: othello is the one responsible for peeing all over the place and making it a stink. we don't like our place to stink, do we clyto?

>> you betcha your drooling socks, kid. btw, what was that strange movie you were forcing me to watch last night? did i tell you i don't like violence and war movies? well, do know that i don't. as a matter of fact, i don't like teevee. <<

thursday, february forteenth - misty and mild

hurray for only children! we deserve a little recognition and more respect. not that i want to fractionalize further humankind, but... we are special!!

have seen Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain last night. heart-warming for sure. dream-reality, mostly, which is certainly not just a prerogative of only children, but amost! fantasy, vivid imagination, filling all that time being alone, all that responsibility ("don't open to any one," "don't use the stove," "do all your homework while i'm away"...). what is better: dream or reality? amélie is a fairy tale even without magic and fairies, but the inner conflict is resolved through the help of a precious friend, the glassboned old painter who sees further than any of the other characters.

tuesday, february twelfth - sunny and mild

been so long without writing? guess haven't had time. well, have been diddling toward the end of bettelheim, but not because i have just discovered the "scandal" that blew up after his death. hm...

always thought that those who should be taking care of your mind should first take a serious look into their own. so many lies, almost compulsive, almost as if the opportunity of starting up a new life was too good to be missed. what would i have done in his place? what would have been if he had been honest? hm...

presented himself to the western world as an expert on aesthetics. settled in chicago would probably have met frank lloyd wright, maybe he would have advised him on human architecture (given his natural feel for the human psyche). who knows, may have turned an expert on usability, perhaps the tutor and predecessor of jakob nielsen... hm

>> all well and good for you to bother with these incredibly relevant issues on a global scale, but how about minding businesses closer to home, hein? i almost don't recognize it as my home any longer. think i didn't notice his stinking smell buttered all over the house? better take care of that, or else i'll be history... ahem, no, i mean, herstory, ha! <<

>> i thought i thaw a puthy cat... yummy thtuff you got here lady, and oh cat, did i thay i do like your food? mind if i look around the houthe a bit, while that bitch... nay, i mean, puthy cat isn't around? thankth, lady, you're a real thweety, meeeeow! <<

that's almost alright, nero, so long as she isn't here. don't want to upthet... ahem upset her too much. just don't get too familiar with my place, that's all.

wednesday, february sixth - misty rain

been mentally away for a few days, sort of romantic vacation. why doesn't he email me a note? but more generally been on a trip to the past, which ain't all that pleasant and fun. sorrow, anger, frustration. deep sense of loneliness.

see myself all alone in the big house at twilight. long shadows creeping behind furniture. pang of anxiety. why? what was i afraid of? i was a good girl, very good girl, didn't cause any trouble. so why am i feeling so sad?

>> meow did it again, yuk. girl, you better solve your personal problems without interfering with my private life, cattemned! see what happens then? last night he would never leave... and you don't like his pissing around either, so why give him my food ?

anyways, all you cat lovers out there, check this out! there are always little kittens who need a warm home, and besides tons of useful information on spaying, feeding, etc. etc. <<

saturday, february second - moderately cold

it's been a while, i know. trying to make blogger work but every time failing for some reason or another, so have to make do with laborious save here and paste there in my directories. funny how my directories parallel sections of my life: chaotic at best.

clyto doing her best to soothe me, in between her busy schedule (avoiding sex-starved males, mostly). the other day she spent a good fifteen minutes licking my hand. interesting how non-speech beings can communicate most affection and solidarity. speech, into which we evolved to refine communication, can actually get in the way of expression: euphemisms, niceties, roundabout ways of saying what we fear may hurt (and cause negative reactions), irony, sarcasm, allegory, all ways of not saying what we care most saying. are we perverted? yes, we are humans.

>> meow meow... would love to spend all my time with you, kid, but if i do, i'll inevitably fill your house with all those annoying tom cats. why aren't we humans? why don't they masturbate like your males? meow... i resent you, tho'. it's good to seek affection and support just about anywhere you can, but this is my house and i do no appreciate you inviting anyone of those annoying toms for dinner. oh cat, really had to defend my territory teeth and nails last night! i was managing by my little self, he was about to leave but no, you had to give him food. now we'll never get rid of him, meow and double meow!! <<

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