Saturday, September 16, 2006

Hometown news; vegan shoes

The Lock Haven Express has a story today about a trio of strangely successful formerly local children: me, Tym DeSanto, and another incredibly talented writer. Apparently the print version features a photo of me with a toilet seat from college. This is what happens when you don't send requested photos. The toilet isn't available online, but the rest of the story is: "Clinton County Friends in Spotlight."

Meanwhile, I'm doing an event tonight with a vegan shoe store, and I have to confess, I really didn't even know such things exist. (I know there are non-leather shoes,but hadn't considered them neccessarily vegan.) In any case, the store is called Moo Shoes, and the shoes themselves are pretty cool.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Sula Meets Ted Leo

Ted Leo
Originally uploaded by kfoz.
Yesterday, on our afternoon walk, Sula and I ran into Ted Leo and The Pharmacists loading up a jeep outside of the Piety Street recording studio. Sula's been trying to get her foot in the door there for the past year. In the beginning she tried flirting with Oliver, the studio dog, but that wore off once she realized she could target the famous and semi-famous musicians. Why bother with a dog when there's a chance of getting serenaded by Elvis Costello? So yesterday, we walked past Ted and the jeep, and after a few yards Sula did a u-turn and began loitering and wagging her tail. Finally Ted gave her some attention.

This obsession with musicians recalls Brando's celebrity obsessed puppyhood in the East Village, where he got attention from Sandra Bullock (who tried to hide behind a bush watching him drink from a hose), John Leguizamo (who lived a few buildings away), and Edie Falco (who he would sit and stare at in the park every morning.)

Among my dogs, only Zephyr is immune to celebrity. Or maybe she just thinks everyone is famous.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Five years ago, in words and pictures

I suppose one of the nauseating things about these anniversaries is that the experience was intensely personal for everyone, so there's something a bit off about having it condensed into broad highlights.

You can read about my own experience with Brando during and after 9/11 in an excerpt from THE DOGS WHO FOUND ME, "On Being Rescued."
And you can see some of the photos from the exhibit I volunteered with at

Ugh, it's 9/11: Why making up facts isn't the same thing as having an opinion

Yesterday I couldn't get any work done. Today I woke up feeling sick to my stomach.

Of course: it's 9/11.

And, because of that, we must endure endless, careless tributes, most of which aren't tributes at all, but political opportunities, barely disguised.

The most nauseating of these is the ABC miniseries and the controversy surrounding it. ABC has acknowledged that entire scenes are fiction, yet every conservative voice in the country is claiming that efforts to correct these factual errors are "censorship" and a violation of the first ammendment, an effort to silence an opinion that the liberals disagree with.

Here's something that they apparently missed in high school: opinions are made up of facts. Inventing facts does not constitute voicing an opinion. No wonder our nation's students are having such a hard time in their classes. What? I can't just make up an answer and claim its my opinion?