Freddy Fender - Before The Next Teardrop Falls

Rest In Peace, Freddie Fender! I drove through your birthplace of San Benito, Texas, this August, and was so happy to see a water tower devoted to you. I saw you live once, too, when I was a little kid, at the San Antonio Stock Show and Rodeo. You sang "I'll Be There" and "Wasted Days and Wasted Nights" and you were brilliant and glamorous. I'm sure many Lone Stars are mid-hoist for you tonight at Bar America in San Antonio, where one can still hear you on the jukebox about every 45 minutes, and everyone sings along. I just love the sound of your voice. Tell Governor Richards I said hey.
Love,
Sarah

Happy Friday the 13th

New Yorker of the Day

OWWW

I burnt my damn finger--right middle--on the oven rack earlier tonight while making Mushroom Bites. SON OF A BITCH!!! YYYAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHOOOOWWEEEE!! I've got my digit immersed in a mug of ice water and am typing lefty. That's how much I love you. Plus here are some new fonefotos..OOOWWWWWWWW...from my new phone. Gimme slme COMMENTS, dudes. Glad to see 'em? Feelin' my burnZ/?>Z

toy cars! At a street fair earlier today


fake birds in cages, same street fair

subway station, Union Square, where I've never burnt myself

Joan Jett. I didn't take this, I just love her.

OW. CRAP.

Peace!

Home Invasion

The flash on my phone-cam doesn't work all that well--but I swear that outside the windowscreen right now, there is a cat trying like hell to break in. A smallish, darkish, very determined little amber-eyed cat, clawing hell out of my windowscreen (my wndow's open) and meowing to be let in.
"No!" I keep telling her. "I don't know you."

But I feel awful! If she's still there tomorrow...then what? There are already two cats living here. Plus, I'm allergic. Thirdly, I don't want one! I don't even have a fish or a turtle or a houseplant!

WHAT IF THE CAT IS STILL AROUND TOMORROW, BARBARA?
I can't feed it, or it'll never leave. I've acquired cats that way before. GodDAMN. Winter's coming. I can't take this on.
Plus!
I am reading Poe for my Major American Writers of the 19th Century class, currently, and I think she might be like a reflection of my previous misdeeds, and wanna get in here and claw my throat out. Hell to the NO! NOT THIS GIRL!

SCAT!



WHAT TO DO?