That's Stanley above and Rose below. Why Stanley and Rose? Elkin (one of my favorite novelists) and Tremain (one of Earthgirl's). We felt morally obligated to name them something at some point but never felt strongly about any other names, which is another sign of the strange days, my need to claim naming rights as strong as anyone else's usually.
The only two animals I've owned with Earthgirl whom I insisted on naming are Fleabus and Frank the Assassin (sorry, the photo's gone, picture a healthy golden retriever in a dog food commercial), but once Archer and Loaf were shot down I bitchlessly gave up any stakes in their names. I like Archer for multiple reasons, but not enough to insist to two noes.
Actually, now that I think about it, I'm going to go home, go out to dinner to whatever restaurant Planet chooses (Planet is back from Michigan: Yay! I drive her to college in nine days: Holyfuckingshit!) and present the case for Archer again. I'm going to ask please forcefully then ask please whiningly then accept the cat's name if not Archer is Stanley and go home and play with him (and Rose).
- (And Fleabus too.)
- The view from the Lords: Why does the British government not do its duty? Because it is the government of a modern Western nation, sunk like the rest of us in trembling, whimpering guilt over class and race.
- On Moore and Damon.
- The Obama Catastrophe.
- It's not people, it's power.
- Till the end of the age.
- Krugman's obamapostasy will never be ready.
- Reich's obamapostasy will never be ready.
- Why rich people hate looters.
- American Leftist has good UK updates.
- New European far right.
- Irresponsible socialism, now more than ever!
- A view from Scotland.
- A view from England.
- Last night Nathan and Landau (not Landru, whose been told the joke), occurred to me, but neither fit either cat.
- Innocent ideas.
- Hiding in plane sight.
- Things you might have missed.
- The pressure.
- Didn't get a chance to read yesterday, so no Daily Gaddis today.
- Never cared for Philip Levine's poetry, though it's no surprise he's been named sillyass poet laureate.
- Solace for pain.
- You are my everlovin'.
at stone at dawn
cold water in the basin
these wall's rough plaster
after the hammering
of so much insistence
on the need for naming
after the travesties
that passed as faces,
grace: the unction
of sheer nonexistence
upwelling in this
of the unnamed