I know I promised some pictures by now, but my old Coolpix is on its last legs — the battery gives out after about five snaps — and I don’t have the mix I want yet. I bought a new one on eBay, but it won’t be here for a couple more days. So give me, oh, a couple more days.
Journalists. Always fudging the deadline.
Fortunately, we have bloggage.
Two days ago, the Free Press ran a story about dogs, advancing this weekend’s Detroit Kennel Club bench show. Well, it was more than just “a story about dogs,” but that’s all you need to know for the follow-up story, which ran today, in which readers brag about how smart their dogs are. My fave was Buster, the dog who peed in the tub when no one could let him out.
However, goddamn, but I hate it when dogs die. If you need a good leak on this hungover post-St. Patty’s Day, go read this, a tribute to TBogg’s late basset hound.
Alan got a postcard in the mail reminding him of his 30th high school reunion this summer, and ignored it. I’m not surprised; the evidence that he went to school with the biggest bunch of dorks to ever occupy God’s green earth is no stronger than this: They chose as their class song “Seasons in the Sun,” by Terry Jacks. (Alan always hastens to add that he backed another candidate — the Jefferson Airplane’s version of “Wooden Ships.”) Nevertheless, it’s apparently a guilty pleasure for a lot of people who should know better, as this amusing Slate piece points out.
(The Upper Arlington High School class of ’75 didn’t name a class song. With 750 or so members, I’m sure any claim of consensus on the topic would have been too ridiculous to hope for. I’m sure, though, it would have been something by the Doobie Brothers or the Eagles — just a different flavor of lame-o.)
Our trip to Mexicantown yesterday took us past the Michigan Central Depot, surely the most fabulous of Detroit’s fabulous ruins. It’s almost more famous in ruin than it was intact, as this site, one of many devoted to the topic, points out. To be sure, abandoned depots are not confined to this city, but few are quite so fabulously abandoned.
“They shoot videos there,” my escort said. I’m not surprised.
Me, I’m back to “Middlesex,” and a swell weekend. For me and, I hope, you?
John said on March 18, 2005 at 7:50 am
I went to my 30th class reunion last October and had a blast. After 30 years, the people I went to high school with had been drug around the block enough times to soften the edges, myself included. Unfortunately, some of the alums still living in town chose not to come because of unresolved petty trifles. I know that I was glad to go and left feeling blessed.
danno said on March 18, 2005 at 8:41 am
Ah dogs! I have 3 (110 lb. Lab/Retriever mix, 25 lb. Shih Tzu, 6 lb. Pom) and tread ‘d-day’ for any of them. There are a few vets here in Indy that will come to your house to have them put down when necessary. I thought that was a nice alternative from taking them to the vets office (where most dogs hate to go and they know where you are taking them!) Speaking of dogs, I just may go watch Best of Show today for the upteenth time! Love that movie!
Mindy said on March 18, 2005 at 9:20 am
It’s exciting to learn that dwelling with both a Retriever and a Pom is possible, danno. I’ve been wanting a dog to warm my lap that would still afford room for me to read or knit and have been pining for a Pom. Didn’t think that one could be a possibility with my klutzy, mouthy 70lb. Labrador in residence. I thank you but doubt that my husband will…….
Nance said on March 18, 2005 at 9:35 am
A 25-pound Shih Tsu? Sounds like she’s ready for Eukanuba’s weight-loss formula.
Connie said on March 18, 2005 at 9:38 am
The Zeeland High School class of 73 picked something by Chicago. ALways. Homecoming theme. Prom theme. Class song. Can’t remember which was which, but I do remember our class motto: We don’t know where we’re going, but we’re on our way!
I attended my 30th two years ago, and as always Paul L, Linnea, and I were about the only ones there that lived farther away than say, Grand Rapids. I think most of those people see each other quite regularly around town. But I always enjoy seeing them, nerds and all.
mary said on March 18, 2005 at 11:10 am
Enjoy Middlesex. It made me find a copy of The Virgin Suicides so I could get a better idea of who Eugenides is. I slogging through Charlotte Simpson, waiting for it to prove itself worth the slog, looking forward to reading the Katherine Graham autobiography as a reward.
Carmella said on March 18, 2005 at 12:18 pm
Is Charlotte Simpson worth the slog? I read about 1/3 before I had to turn it back in to the library, and I’m not sure I want to get it again to finish it.
mary said on March 18, 2005 at 2:22 pm
I’m a little over through, and I remain opitimistic. So far it’s not doing too much for me. Tom Wolfe seems too distant from him characters and situation. I’m about halfway between his age and the college students’ in the book, (well, about a decade closer to TW to be honest) and it seems like an old guy writing about college life to me.
mary said on March 18, 2005 at 2:39 pm
What I meant to say is I’m a little over halfway through.
danno said on March 19, 2005 at 8:41 am
Mindy, Poms aren’t the best lap dogs, way to finicky, the Shih Tzu is the lap dog here. Nance, he’s a big male Shih Tzu, all muscle and quite the terror too!