The Journey's the Thing…

I’m in the middle of a paper for my Lit class. It is an essay on “The Color Purple” and “Thousand Cranes”, by Yasunari Kawabata. I’ve started the damn thing three times and have scrapped two versions completely. It was really a matter of focus. I was too broad in one instance, too scattered in another. This third try seems to be the keeper. I have 4 pages written and I expect to have about 15 when I’m done. I’m using 2 characters from the stories. The first is a genderless, resentful, witch named Kurimoto Chikako, who uses all of her devious, negative, whiles to destroy those she feels have wronged her. The second is from “The Color Purple”. Shug is the bawdy, bisexual, nightclub singer who uses all of her charms to free those around her from their bonds. Both women are very powerful yet use their powers in very different ways.

I’m tired and this essay is driving me nutz. I can’t wait ’til I’m done with it. I meet my teacher on Monday morning so I hope to have at least a first draft to show him.

I think tomorrow I’ll start on my philosophy paper and try to get at least 2 pages of that in the mix. I have loads of reading for my Meso-American class, so that will come on Sunday.

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Johnnyboy

As promised, here are the pictures of Sweetie Pie. She is a darling and extremely feline cat, with a sweet nature except for her inability to play with the soft bits on her paws. I think that the few months she spent in the woods before she was rescued left her with some PTSD of her own. When she wants to play she rolls on her back and exposes her belly, but it’s a trap. If I go to stroke/tickle her she grabs my hand with both front paws, claws out, and then bites my hand. If I try to pull away she digs in with her claws and tries to disembowel my forearm with her hind legs. I know that these are “fight” mechanisms that will probably save her, but she freaks out like this a lot. She is very territorial and if you walk past her too closely when she is napping (right!) she will lunge out and attack whichever body part is closest. Needless to say we wear a lot of long-sleeved shirts and socks in this house.

She will be a year old in March, we think.

Johnnyboy

PS-I don’t know why Blogger put up duplicate picture of SP on the post, but I can’t delete them fr some reason. So I just made them reeeeaaallllyyyy small…