more than a feeling

What will come after the attention grabbing police siren that taxis, marshutkas [mini buses], and lay people have installed in their cars? I seem to be hearing more of these nowadays, possibly meaning that just within this past year they've become more popular. It is the sound, inevitably accompanied by red and blue lights in the rear view mirror in many a nation, that wounds the soul and makes the wallet shriek. THIS is what is becoming preferred. It's like choosing bulimia because you like the taste of body processed food. It surely grabs the attention, but i inquire again as to what will come next. To be equally effective it would either have to be a device that actually throws a mannequin at the hood of the other car, or one that envelops the transgressor in a UFO beam. Hopefully, fear inducing tactics will slip out of their prominent place, the siren will be given back to the necessary institutions, and the creation of patient and considerate drivers will ensue.



There are several factors that make the new home situation a bit sick: 1) i have disregarded the agreement made with myself to hold off adoption of a feline until i knew i could communicate effectively in Armenian with the veterinarian, and 2) Lodi, the adoptee, is the Armenian doppelganger to the American Peoter, the grandchild my mother is caring for since i skirted off to the Caucasus. talk about replacement. #2 really is the most disturbing. I can imagine Peoter finding out this information and just turning the other cheek. Just like seeing a picture of a former partner's new mate looking uncannily like yourself. weird.





She was adopted on Armenia's independence day, Sept. 21st from an intersection in the center of town not far from the festivities. I treated her like any other furry one i see on the street, "kss kss"-ing at them to get their attention to see if they'll let me love on them. She took the bait, went further to let me hold her, then did the unthinkable - licked the thumb. Next thing i know i make a meager attempt to find an owner, which was asking the nearest restaurant worker if they knew who owned the cat. Yeah, that really made me feel better about nabbing her cute *ss, next second we were off in a taxi home bound. suckered into signing another contract...

Viva!