September 15th, 2005

Halloween Cat

Totally random

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Today they showed a news story about six dolphins who were washed out of their aquarium into the Gulf (where it's dangerous for dolphins). The six pampered pets managed to find each other, and work their way back to where they came from so their trainers could find them and take them home. Cool.

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Stolen happily from doll_paparazzi:

Your past life diagnosis:
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Philippines around the year 1100. Your profession was that of a builder of houses, temples and cathedrals.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Ruthless character, carefully weighing his decisions in critical situations, with excellent self-control and strong will. Such people are generally liked, but not always loved.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: Your lesson is to combat violence and disharmony in our world, to understand its roots and origins. All global problems have similar origins.
Do you remember now?

Past Life Diagnosis

No, I can't say I do remember that. In my odd times when I think I HAD a past life at all, I believe I was a cowboy--just the normal working kind, no one of significance. I had a dream once that filled in a lot of the details, and I get that "raven-on-grave" feeling whenever I'm in The Birdcage Theatre in Tombstone. Then at other times I don't know that I do believe in past lives. Hard to say. We once knew an Indian (Acoma, I believe) who read auras and did such spiritual things, and he informed me my spirit was very young, so if there are past lives, I don't think I was around back in 1100.

I was trolling around on the web to see if I could find an old, old album we had when I was six or so, back in Zuni. It had been done by a local group, so I wasn't sure if I could, but I did manage to track it down by the title, which I remembered. I found a shop that apparently specializes in the extremely obscure and Indian music, and then discovered the address: about five blocks from here, at 16th Street and Indian School. Weird. I haven't had a chance to swing over and check it out. I just am happy to know it's there.

Three mice infected with the plague have gone missing from a lab. The scientists say they're likely dead and pose no threat. That's comforting.

I want fried chicken.
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