Life Imitating Art

Passenger keeps monkey under his hat

August 8, 2007, NEW YORK - A man smuggled a monkey onto an airplane Tuesday, stashing the furry fist-size primate under his hat.

The escapade began in Lima, Peru, late Monday, when the man boarded a flight to Ft. Lauderdale, said Spirit Airlines spokeswoman Alison Russell.

During a connecting flight to La Guardia, people around the man noticed that the marmoset had emerged, Russell said.

How I would have loved to be the one that got to say, "Excuse me, Sir, but is that a monkey on your head?"

More on Christian the Lion.

I know. You've been wondering about Christian the Lion. Where did he come from? How did he come to know the two men in the video? Does he agree that their pants are too tight? And why the 70s hair? And WHO IS that feral-looking guy with the goatee?

I was curious, too, so I went a-googling.

Here's what I found out:
http://www.kimbawlion.com/christian.htm

I feel better now.

For Those About to Laugh, I Salute You.

I think this is a serious - as in, not Spinal Tap-esque - endeavor from this woman.

http://www.wingtunes.com/public/songs.aspx

I know you're busy, but it's worth it.

You knew they were coming.

The poems.

If you know me well, you’re probably surprised that I’m not using this blog as a venue to push poetry onto unsuspecting readers. Well, that’s because I want to attract visitors, and frankly, the anti-poetry comments from (oh, you know who you are) might drive said visitors away.

That said, I’m taking a chance today and posting this, my favorite William Stafford poem, in honor of friends who’ve just had a baby. I love this poem – it makes me feel safe and warm and content, with thoughts of firelight and quilts.

I hope the beautiful new baby girl always experiences such joy.


At Our House
-William Stafford

Home late, one lamp turned low,
crumpled pillow on the couch,
wet dishes in the sink (late snack),
in every child's room the checked,
slow, sure breath--

Suddenly in this doorway where I stand
in this house I see this place again,
this time the night as quiet, the house
as well secured, all breath but mine borne
gently on the air--
And where I stand, no one.

These bong-shaped muppets are wierd, funny

I cannot take credit for unearthing this rare piece of Muppet history in which the hippie bong-shaped Muppets blow up the corporate bong-shaped Muppets; I found it here: http://www.mamapop.com/

The two-minute skit begs the question: what were the puppeteers smoking?

Damn Straight.

The high priestess.

Hell Yes.

You are The High Priestess

Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.

The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

I'm simply delighted.

When I was studying poetry in college, Mark Doty came to one of my contemporary seminars to read and discuss his work. Best day ever. Well, at least, best LITERARY day ever.

He was delightful. I'd always adored his work (at the time, I never went anywhere without my dogeared, noted and studied copy of "Sweet Machine"), but hearing it read aloud...no words.

Anyway, he's a golden retriever man. He's written about Beau, his big sweet Golden, in several poems, and his newest book, "Dog Years," is about how Beau was "the life force that keeps hims from abandoning all hope during the darkest days." I know that sounds heavy, but the man wsa losing his partner to AIDS at the time, so his grief was warranted. "Dog Years" is on my nightstand waiting; I can't wait to open it up and start reading.

If you like good poetry, read his stuff.

www.markdoty.org

Um.....

http://www.spandexwear.com/

What's the deal with the "closed-face hoods?"

Seems like nefarious business to me.

Check this out.

toothpastefordinner.com

This guy is super funny.

So nerdy it almost hurts

We have five bird feeders in our backyard (which Brad calls, "the sanctuary"): one tube feeder, two cedar a-frame feeders, a finch feeder and a hummingbird feeder.

For weeks, we had hungry, happy birds getting fat at our feeders. We had eight quail, two pairs of mourning doves, black capped chickadees, finches, jays, hummingbirds, robins (the golden retriever of the bird world) and flocks of others I couldn't identify, even with the help of the marvelous, full-color birding book my parnts gave us for our first anniversary. Our birds seemed content and comfortable. If one of us forgot to fill a feeder, the birds sat on the empty structure and squawked at us - the avian equivalent of banging your shot glass down on the bar?

One night, during a party with tons of people in the backyard, our hummingbird (Hummy, I call him) flew up to the feeder, swilled some nectar and darted around the party for several minutes, delighting our guests and making me feel like Saint Francis.

But now they're gone.

Over the last week, I've noticed no bird activity in our backyard - not even a sudden flutter into hiding when I open the door. They've all gone, and I can't figure out why. It's not any hotter than it has been - actually, it's been almost (almost) pleasant in Salt Lake for the past couple days. The dogs pay no more attention to the feeders than they did before.(Arnie, the bird dog, is afraid of our backyard guests. He sticks to my side when I'm out there, like he just saw Alfered Hitchcock's "Birds" and is convinced they're all out to get him.)


Why have they left us? I really miss them.

Lions and afros and jeans, oh my!

First, you should know that there is nothing about this video that I don't completely adore. It might be one of the cutest things I've ever seen, and as you know, I have a Golden Retriever, so I see copious amounts of cute.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xr1pWzoLvT8

That said: Who''s the half naked dude? They cut away to him briefly, and it appears that he's watching the events unfold, but why is he not wearing a shirt?

When the lion first lunges at the big-haired-tight-pants-wearing fellow, didn't you think he was gonna maul him? I did.

Truthfully, I think it's a lab in a lion suit.

ANGRY!

There's (ongoing) discussion among the backcountry skiing community about whether or not dogs should join in the fun. Black-hearted dog-haters declare backcountry dogs to be as bad for the environment and community as helicopters (this is a whole other subject that I'll address later, but for now, just know that HELISKIING HELICOPTERS = BAD).

I love skiing with Arnie and Red. They love to bound through the powder after us (only after one of us has skied the slope and declared it safe for our boys). They love to roll on their backs and make snow-angel-dogs. Snow-dogs. Dog-angels.

We're not idiots; we don't take them out for huge days, we don't take them into dangerous terrain. We don't let them jump on people. We CLEAN UP THEIR POO. (Why do the dog-haters always assume that we dog-lovers revel in leaving dog shit for others to step in? Hey haters? Breaking news: I hate stepping in dog shit, too.)

Check out the boys. Note that they're waiting patiently to be told "go."

25K down, 25K to go

25K down, 25K to go
Originally uploaded by katiecavic

Brad took this as I marched up the final hill in the Speedgoat. Important to notice here: I am carrying ONE water bottle, and a small one at that. I have no food on my person, and I'm in no way shaded from the elements. Think I underestimated this race? Not only was I the only racer without provisions, I also seemed to be the only one who, like, didn't prepare.

Oh well, that's how I do things, I suppose. Sort of jump in blind. Now that I know that I CAN run a 50K, I will actually TRAIN for the next one (oh yes, there'll be a next one). And carry more water. And food.

Jesus. I can't believe I didn't pass out mid-course.

I find this delightful.

Really. What WOULD a unicorn do? I think he'd "Magestically Gallop."

On Top of Fairview Dome With Bird

On top of Fairview Dome
Originally uploaded by katiecavic

While in Tuolumne last weekend, Brad and I climbed one classic route after another, including the Regular Route on Fairview Dome (in the image, we're on top of said route).

It was my first time in Tuolumne, and I want to return again and again. It's heaven to me, because even though the climbing is exceptional and plentiful and easily accessable, it's also just a small part of what that place offers. When I remember it now, I think of camping in cool mountain temps, snuggled into down bags and waking to frost on the windows of the van. I think of swimming in a cold, clear lake in the middle of the day when it's too hot to climb. I think of meeting good people with similar passions and goals. I remember feeling like we were doing exactly what we were supposed to be doing in the exactly the right place. I think of taking it easy and enjoying the time togehter, not feeling rushed to get more routes in, and even so, going to bed each night completely exhausted.

I spent a lot of time staring into the Sierra, the Range of Light, and thinking about how, while the Cascades may have given life to Gary Snyder's poetry, it was the Sierra that moved Snyder to settle and build a homebase, that continues to inspire him even now.

One after another, the granite peaks - domes, sharp aretes, ridges - filled the middle distance and beyond. The possibilities - link-ups, big runs, traverses, routes - grew in my mind as I racked my brain for a way to live there, just for a season, for a way to make the Sierra my home. Our home.

Pillow

Arnie has been very cuddly lately, very near. A few weeks ago, camping in the van at Maple, we took a nap while Brad make dinner. Perfection.

Another List. This is Surprisingly (and Narcissistically) Fun

Three Things That Scare Me:
1. Mountain Lions
2. Strange Men
3. Poverty

Three People Who Make Me Laugh:
1. David Sedaris
2. George Oscar Bluth
3. Megan

Three Things I Love:
1. Trader Giotto’s Italian Roast first thing in the morning
2. Waking up to snowfall
3. Fall clothing

Three Things I Hate:
1. Seeing people in pain
2. People who don’t like animals
3. People who are consciously hurtful

Three Things I Don’t Understand:
1. Tax stuff
2. How to figure out gas mileage
3. Why people wear open-toed shoes with tights

Three Things On My Desk:
1. A picture of Brad and me in front of the Captian
2. The tiki-style pencil holder that Megan bestowed upon me when she left Backbone
3. Strunk and White’s The Elements of Style

Three Things I’m Doing Right Now:
1. Waiting for the day to end so I can go running
2. Looking forward to tomorrow when I can go climbing (I need to rest my muscles tonight)
3. Wondering if I can make it to Red Pine Lake and back without running into a moose

Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. Go on a hut trip with Brad
2. Live on the road, in the van, climbing full time
3. Visit Vermont in the Fall

Three Things I Can Do:
1. Pull-ups
2. Poems
3. Pet Arnie

Three Things I Can’t Do:
1. Wear horizontal stripes
2. Christmas – it makes me feel sick and sad
3. Play soccer

Three Things I Think You Should Listen To:
1. Folk music
2. NPR
3. My mother

Three Things You Should Never Listen To:
1. The doubting, taunting voice deep inside
2. Haters
3. Fundamentalists of any kind

Three Things I’d Like To Learn:
1. To save mo money mo better
2. To think first, speak second
3. To react less emotionally

Three Favorite Foods:
1. Hamburgers
2. Chocolate Milk
3. Saag Paneer

Three Shows I Watched As A Kid:
1. Sesame Street
2. Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood
3. The Muppet Show

Three Things I Regret:
1. Not learning to save money sooner
2. Cutting my hair
3. That I have regrets

Kucinich all the way

Here’s a helpful quiz:

http://www.dehp.net/candidate/index.php

It allows you to weight in on the key issues facing the upcoming Presidential election and calculates, based on the level of importance you apply to each of your answers, the candidate who best suits you.

I was very surprised by who my “ideal candidate” turned out to be.

Try it; it’s kind of neat.

Too much to write about, so this is my cop-out.

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
No. Katherine Anne Cavicchio marks the start of a dynasty.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Wow...it’s been awhile for real sobs, though yesterday I got a bit teary-eyed when my friend Robin told me that she has a tape of Mugs’ voice. The thought of hearing the voice of your life-long love, long after he died....Completely crushing.

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
With the proper pen or pencil (the lead must be 0.7, not 0.5).

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Prosciutto

5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Even better - I have two dogs. Arnie (aka Arnold, the Bear, Little, Sweet Pea) is a 3 year old Golden Retriever and Red (aka Red Dawg, Heeler, Dingo, Red Puppy) is a 4 year old Red Heeler.

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Hard to say; I tend to be scared of people who are too much like me.

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?
No. Never. That was sarcasm.

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Yes, but I always wanted them to be taken out because I really wanted to eat all the ice cream. Just like George Costanza.

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
Nope.

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
Cracklin’ Oat Bran, but I never eat it on account of its copious sugar, fat, bleached flour and cost. I also love me some oatmeal.

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
Yes. If I don’t untie them when I’m taking them off, I’ll just have to untie them later, when I'm putting them back on. Why wait?

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
No. I KNOW I am strong.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Anything that starts with vanilla and adds some form of chocolate or peanut butter.

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
Men: their smile.
Women: how skinny they are.

15. RED OR PINK?
Pink.

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
How my completely distorted self-image affects my mood.

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
Grama and Pap Cavicchio.

18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
Sure.

19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
Brown velour skirt and pink wooden clogs.

20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
HealthyPop Butter flavor popcorn, but I'm still hungry.

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
The woman in the office next to mine is on the phone, trying to help a friend feel better. It sounds sad.

22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Today I’d be white. I’m looking forward to snow.

23. FAVORITE SMELLS?
Brad’s neck, woodsmoke, sweetgrass, Arnie’s fur, Red’s paws.

24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Brad.

25. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
Penn State football.

26. HAIR COLOR?
Darker brown than most people realize.

27. EYE COLOR?
Blue.

28. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
Yes.

39. FAVORITE FOOD?
Hamburgers.

30. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
Happy endings. Always.

31. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

32. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
White.

33. SUMMER OR WINTER?
In summer, winter. In winter, summer. Always, fall.

34. HUGS OR KISSES?
Big hugs.

35. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
Bright Lights, Big Ass by Jen Lancaster.

36. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
I don’t use one.

37. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT?
I don’t watch tv.

38. FAVORITE SOUND?
Brad calling, “On belay,” Arnie scratching his back on the carpet, Red saying good morning.

39. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?
No, thanks.

40. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?
Southeast Asia.

41. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?
I remember every single thing a person was wearing at any point, right down to the make and model of their running shoes and what kind of barrette they have in their hair.

42. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
Greensburg, Pennsylvania.

43. WHAT SUPERPOWER WOULD YOU LIKE?
Endless motivation.

Directly Above the Center of the Earth

Lately I've been reading this blog: http://replikate.blogspot.com/. This morning, the woman who writes it posted this video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRnoh86FD2A&eurl=

And as the opening chords rang, I was back in Zeno’s, five feet away from where Ryan was playing, his foot kicking, his hair in his face, dark glasses, tight jeans, glaring at the audience. I think I remember the set list, I remember what I was wearing, I remember that I left the bar that night and rode home through the alleys because I was drunk, I remember the rainbow cruiser that I had in college. It had a purple bike horn and handlebar streamers and I adored it wholly. I was probably wearing patchouli oil with my Zeno's t-shirt and the carhart jeans I lived in back then. I got home to the bungalow on Buckhout Street and couldn’t sleep. I sat on the back porch facing the garden, smoking an American Spirit (in those years, I so wanted to be a smoker). Eric and Dave, my roommates, were probably asleep or at their girlfriends’ houses; my neighbors – Erin, Olena and I forget the rest – weren’t home. And as I sat there in the silver and white light, as the soar of the alcohol loosened its grip, I ached with loneliness.

Of course those feelings are gone now – more than 10 years later – but his music takes me there in a heartbeat, and it's still as beautiful to me as it was then.