Thursday, February 28, 2008

pour something out for Sweetpea

After spending her life ripping up couches and crawling up sleeves. My beloved rat Sweetpea was put down a couple of days ago. Sweetpea grew up in my studio at Mills college where she had her first rat wheel and rat sized tankard of beer. When my time was up after two years she moved to my friend Ginelle's studio in the Headland's, where she lived until it got too cold and Ginelle's mother gave her a home in San Francisco. She recently became sick and Ginelle's mother took Sweetpea to the vet on several different occasions. After a brief stay in the ICU, Sweetpea was sent home for several more weeks of running around the house in San Francisco. Unfortunately her illness reoccurred and after all measures were taken and failed, Sweetpea was put to sleep. I did not know it was possible to become attached to a rat, but she had a wonderful playful personality that no one was able to resist. Sweetpea had many admirers for a rat and I am sure she will be missed. Sweet Pea was proceeded into the great beyond by her good friend Bun Bun who died last year

Tuesday, February 19, 2008


I have decided that instead of writing a blog, I am writing a bloog. It just kind of rolls of the tongue with less offense. Blog is like the sound of a projectile vomit. While bloog is more like a tasty Swedish dessert. Yummy.

Thursday, February 14, 2008


One of the best things in life is cured meats. Today I had a five pound hunk of pastrami mailed to me from the Niman Ranch Farms. Since I live in a house of vegetarians, the onus is on me to finish it myself. With one sandwich down, the delicious saran wrapped carcass is sitting, inside the refrigerator waiting. I should be excited but I'm not sure what I have gotten myself into. How many sandwiches can one pastrami lover eat? I might not sleep well tonight.