Wednesday, February 18, 2004

I wonder if human sacrifice was a result of some residual prey memory, part of the collective memory of being hunted at one time, knowing that the predator would depart upon eating one of the tribe. I don't remember where I was reading accounts, I think by the conquistadors, discussing how captured rival warriors were almost cheerfully accepting of their honored fate upon the altar. 11:51:37 PM

It's amazing how quickly the body revolts, after more than one or two nights of smoky rooms and sugary concoctions. I may have to hit the pool tomorrow morning, or irrigate my sinuses, just to nip this nasty contagion in the bud. I'm just glad I know the antidote. Wish I'd had it growing up. 11:06:30 PM

I guess it's simultaneously sweet and sad, charmingly maudlin, but with Snack and Loki entering their final years, when I see Loki curled up on the futon, too comfortable, too slow in his 60+ dog years to bother getting up, Snack biting corners off of paper, looking up with a purring trill when I admonish him, I can't help but just love them. I know it's still a few years off, probably five or six, but it's still on the downhill side now, and I just want to give them comfort, even the comfort of, in Snack's case, some brand new neuroses, that I've probably encouraged, just by looking at him when he does it. 12:04:36 AM