a very nonny mouse

gypsy balcony suite

balcony gypsy

more knitting sultriness from fabulana

mr. mcgillicuddy lives

My father tells me that one good way to resist procrastination is to eat a frog first thing in the morning. This comes from some saying by some French dude, who said that if everyone, upon awakening, ate a frog, nothing else he had to do that day would seem as bad in comparison. The first time I heard this story all you had to do was lick the frog, but anyway what was I saying.

I have been determined to implement this policy, by doing things first in the morning like cleaning the litterbox, doing the dishes, or tackling my least desired work-related task. Unfortunately, I got distracted this morning by the need to upload a photo to another blog. And while I was sitting at my desk doing that, look who sauntered into view!



It's Mr. McGillicuddy! You really can't tell how big he is, because of the lack of good reference points. But trust me; he is back to his usual self this year. He is a little early this year, but who's counting. Maybe he will come back again right after classes end and right before the American Idol finale like he usually does. Maybe he won't. I don't know! Wait, is he still there?
For me part of the cause of procrastination is thinking too far ahead. If I do this first task, I will next have to do another one which I hate even more, and then it will never end. Or, if I write this dreaded e-mail, I will get a response which I predict to be negative and who wants that. Alternately, sometimes I tell myself that if I just do this one more thing, I will be able to watch a movie or call a friend. But then I get caught up thinking about how great it will be to see the movie or talk to my friend. And then I just do it because it will be so great. The slogans "do the next right thing" and "lick the frog" are supposed to keep you from thinking stymying thoughts about the future so that you instead concentrate on what needs to be done right now.

But how can I keep from thinking of the summer's promise when this portentous lizard makes his visit? It's a clear case of frog versus lizard. Or iguana; I can't figure it out, really.

calling all nonny mice

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super duper

Which super-power would you rather have: to fly, or to be invisible?

I have been asked this question many times, and it is always those same two powers that are offered as options. Even limiting my choices to those two, it's a difficult question to answer.

I know from my dreams that flying is incredibly fun. I bat my hands against the air enough times to build up some air resistance and eventually I float skyward. From there, I can loop de loop, swerve down and fly back up away from the fray. I can get places fast and make people jealous. And just think, jonie v.: no airplanes!

I've never had a dream that I was invisible. But I would imagine that this skill would primarily serve for spying on people. And not just naked people. There are a few people in the world whose life I would like to know about without their knowledge. I am intensely curious but I don't want them to have an inkling that I gave the slightest thought to the fact that they may be living somewhere doing something. Then again, what they're doing may be way more fun than what I am doing right now. Especially since, in this scenario, I have forsaken the power to fly. They may be starring in a movie or recalling back bad memories of me. What if they could spy on me as well? Obviously they wouldn't want me to know that I was under watch because they don't want to have to actually talk to me. Thus, their invisibility. But it's too late -- they're already in my head. Leaning over my shoulder in everything I do. I wish they would disappear, or at least really be invisible, unintelligible. OK: that's my final answer to the super-power question. I wish other people would be invisible.

Except for you, nonny mice!

not the mental pictures most of us have in mind

i think i want to go live here.

sunrise sunset

This is Taylor Mac

Here's where to go if you want to see more from this living Cockette...

Shades of black

I should know

finally, something for everyone

Is this a blog of funniness, politics, or fashion? Even the mice don't really know. It's a great mystery! But anyways here is something for everyone.

In case you're wondering, the fashion involved here is of course a fashion "no." "No" to matching the color of your tie to your partisan allegiances. Which reminds me. Yesterday while jonie v. was lounging around with me in my fabulous deco flat because I could not convince her to go see the greatest song ever filmed (in Dreamgirls), we started to peruse a book of the work of the invisible British artist known as Banksy.

Let's look at some of his work, shall we?

... and this last one, painted on the barrier wall in Israel:

If you like it, you can click here to see his own site.

doing laundry in the garden of plenty

i thought i'd share this special experience with you. it's about 100 degrees out there, oh, but the gorgeous tropical luxuriance!

Window paintings

The apartments where I live can look pretty crummy.



But my neighbors have taken to painting their windows, which livens things up a lot. Click the pictures to enlarge and to read my neighbors' strange and beautiful messages.

going north through the south

america is a place of great and wondrous contradictions: in order to go north you need to go to the south! since we were going through savannah, georgia, and savannah figures prominently in gone with the wind, we decided to stop a few hours and bask in the glory of the mythic american past. here is one of the many beautiful old houses, now a restaurant:


here are other images from pictoresque savannah:

as you can see, savannah is very old. the wall on the right of the picture is old, and the cobblestones are old, too. the cars, though, make it a very modern city. savannah is a lovely combination of new and old.

in the south, spiritual nourishment is at hand at every turn of the way!

physical nourishment is no less abundant. in the south, wholesome homemade food is always available and plentiful!

northward, ho ho ho

christmas day in stuart, FL


daytona beach, FL


and jacksonville, home of the jaguars