This in and of itself wouldn’t be such a post, but they happen to be Josh and Ana Ziady, the newlyweds I’m housesitting for in Portland while they adventure elsewhere. Their blog has been added to the role for as long as it continues to be of interest. I wish them all the best and look forward to reading along with the adventure!
Meanwhile I am here in NoPo, Noah of the arc. There is old Max, the swell and mellow shepard; 3 cats, including ’she must be a scorpio’ Milla and scardey Gus, as well as Bluekitty - the three have been thrown together sort of like stepchildren through the union, and there are the expected flare-up’s with such a situation; a nameless albino rat; a turtle; and a red and orange corn snake, each in their own enviorns. It’s a great house in a great location. Max gets walked daily, and the cats who are allowed have yard adventures, while the tank-kin enjoy their closed ecosystems, with appropriate food and changing. But I’m pretty sure that turtle is half-insane, just swims against the side of his tank most of the day…

Team Triceratops: the good news is I’ve already mowed most of the lawn (got all the front bits and some of the back yesterday, before catastrophic sneezing fit set in, but it looks good for the neighbors)!

The bad news is I’m eating all of your perishables (and possibly some of the dry sundries too, but I’m good for re-embersment when/if the time comes).

Tonight I made my way to the Clinton Street theatre, met with Hyrnsboy, fresh off glorious sociopath success with Johnny Berlin and General Impression of Size and Shape (podcast forthcoming…) to see the Roky Erikson biopic You’re Gonna Miss Me. Riveting stuff I was priveledged to see, like the Austin similar The Devil and Daniel Johnson, dealing with acid head casualties, ala Syd Barret, don’t be surprised to see doc’s on Sly Stone, and/or King Crimson’s Jamie Muir in the near future. Meanwhile go out and hear some more heavy and psychedelic 13th Floor Elevators!