sorry readers, i’ve been away. not away as in not home, just away, as in not writing. teaching, publishing, stuff – it gets in the way.
the vignette has also become this week’s racist experience, mentionable largely on the heels of proposition 8 and all the hullaballoo, not to mention traffic, it has caused in LA. and so, the event:
this week, on a morning stroll with the princess, a middle-aged gay gentleman from my block rushes over to me hurriedly, asking if i have seen a tabby cat. “tommy” has gone missing. i enquire as to this cat’s habits, and apparently tommy is an outdoor cat, one who never misses a meal however. my neighbor is concerned bc tommy is not coming when called. i suggest he might have taken a new girlfriend and will show up when the honeymoon is over.
my neighbor winces and visible frowns at the possibility: nonono tommy is not like that (i wonder, like “that” as in “tommy’s not into girlfriends? honeymoons? what??)
and he continues – “but i am worried. i don’t trust this neighborhood anymore. so many chinamen. i worry they might be eating him.”
[ jaw drops]
[pick jaw off the side walk]
[proceed with walk, walking away from racist neighbor]
and this concludes this week’s vignette. that is all.