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oscar's life   Thursday, September 01, 2005 2:59 AM posted by Oscar   I think I lost a post or two... This is a strange time. With too much time on my hands, I have suddenly gotten up to date on what is going on in the world and--as the fish in the Cat and the Hat says--I do not like it, not one little bit. I'm very heartbroken about the hurricane in New Orleans. That city has always been special to me--it's where Christian and I went on our first roadtrip to Jazzfest together and really fell in love with the place and each other. And it was our cultural haven when we lived in backwards Baton Rouge. Christian's cousin, Jonathan, lives there and decided to ride the storm out and we still haven't heard from him. Though we do know that he was staying in a highrise, which is some consolation, given that 80% of the city is now under water. Just two days before the hurricane, an art show that Jonathan curated opened. It was entitled "Natural Disaster III". The third in a series that called on artists to contemplate nature, impending doom, and the reality of living below sea level. Prophetic. And catching up on the news has been troubling on so many other fronts that I won't get into right now. I find myself cursing George Bush several times a day, as if he were some sort of gremlin who mucks up the philosophical works of the universe and causes nothing but chaos to issue forth. I need to get back into school so that I can retreat into 15th century Spanish literature again. And this is proving to be a gargantuan task. I still don't really know what I'll be doing this year and I won't know for quite a while. In fact if all goes as planned, I won't find out what I'm doing until two months after I've started. Wait, this is Oscar's blog and I'm just rambling on about myself. Oscar is doing well. He can't wait to start school again and asks about it every day. He misses everyone so much. I know he feels like he is in exile here at home with us. When we go to the park or even just out for a walk, he goes around asking every kid "¿quieres jugar?" (Do you want to play?). I can't remember if I posted this before, but we have two new snails: Spirata III and Happiness III. They are very happy snails and have been with us for a month now. They love to eat cucumber and melon. Happiness is the bigger and more sociable of the two. Spirata loves cucumber and eats a hole through the middle to make it doughnut shaped. And they love each other, too. A lot. In fact, we've caught them in the act several times. Snails are hermaphrodites, so it is really something to see. So far they haven't laid any eggs (shame on them for not procreating as god intended!). Their little cage has Oscar's rock collection in it along with a bit of cork tree from our "belen". In other news, we bought a guitar to compensate ourselves for living without AC this summer. It has been great to have it around and has improved the quality of our lives a bit. I'm learning lots of songs. The little I knew before is coming back to me. Christian is playing lots of gigs. Oscar likes to play his little harmonica that Shannon and Patrick gave him while Christian is practicing. Right now Oscar has lots of preoccupations. The biggest embodiment of his many fears is a character he has invented called "the water lizard"--a.k.a. la lagartija del agua. I suppose you could say he is Oscar's "George Bush," except with the added terror that he eats human beings. I don't have any idea where this all comes from, but we're trying to work through the whole thing. This morning, I myself had a dream about him/it. In my dream, Oscar was running around in a circle chasing something. I, being somehow bigger than I normally would be, stepped on the thing he was chasing. I asked him what it was and he said "that was the water lizard, mama." I looked down and just saw a reptilian skeleton on the ground. Then I woke up. I told Oscar later about my dream and asked him whether it was bad or good that I killed the water lizard and he said it was "very good" in a somewhat awestruck voice. Well that's all for tonight. It's 3:30am. I'm on a whacky schedule these days. Got to go do the Spanish crossword puzzle to put myself to sleep.