PriorBlog

I’ve been trying to find a person to take care of two of my dogs over Christmas when we’ll be away. Part of the problem is that the dogs don’t have shots, or if they do have shots (I am pretty sure one does) I lost their papers. Of course you need shots and papers to get into most dog kennels. But I don’t want a kennel anyways because that means I have to pay money for them to be taken care of, when I’d rather guilt somebody into doing it. No dice so far. Anyhow, I am formulating a plan that most likely will require a little bit of insider knowledge to pull off. Basically it goes like this. On the day before we leave for Houston, I am going to take Shanie and Ezra down to the shelter and say, I’m sorry, but I just can’t handle these dogs anymore. I have no choice but to give them to you so that you can find them new homes. Then, when we come back, I send Bambi into the shelter and she says, I’m looking for some dogs to raise. Do you have a beagle and a dachshund? Then they say, sure, here you go, and in return she gives them a small donation equaling one fourth of what it would take to have them in a kennel.

Bambi gave me her old ipod a while back, and it took me until this week to start using it on a daily basis. Even though I just started, I am kind of disappointed in the amount of selections there are on it. Her new ipod has about ten times more songs. And plus, since I am too lazy to figure out how to update it with new songs, I have worn myself out on the music I like. Right now I am listening to The Stone Roses, who I liked years ago, but am now only listening to because I am familiar with them. Worse still, this is the “complete” Stone Roses, which means the first couple of tracks aren’t from that album whose name escapes me, but everybody had, you know what I mean. I think it might have been their only real album.

Maybe it’s good that I haven’t updated the ipod because if I had done that I would have made myself sick of all the music that I like now. Sometimes I go searching for new music on the pod, but I eventually come to this point where I am searching for music that will produce within me a very particular type of joy, one that can’t be attained from something new because it requires a slight familiarity. At the same time, I’ve sucked all the music I like dry (except for that Mark Mulcahy Fathering cd my brother in law gave me the other night, which I am intentionally feeding myself in small doses to enjoy it longer), so that the old effect is no longer produced. Maybe to do this right, I should only be allowed one song per day. This could be something highly planned and ritualized, I would do it preferably at night, when it’s dark and I can’t be distracted. To heighten the effect I could spend the day doing completely mind numbing tasks, something like work, purposefully deadening myself to better amplify the power of such an event. Or maybe not. Maybe I could get the same effect from slacking off all day, or at least I hope I can.