Showing posts with label Otters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Otters. Show all posts
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Friendship, Unlikely Style
Sometimes this week we think about what it would be like if had never met some of our BFFs.
Here's some other BFFs, out in the wild. This is on top of the tale Amber told yesterday.
This one has a dummy foreign narrator (and a 5 second ad the beginning), but otherwise is cute, and allows me to use my Otters tag.
I love Orca!, starring Charlotte Rampling, in which the titular killer whale burns down a seaside town, that they forgot to bomb, bomb bomb. In other news, this Orca likes pooches.
I wonder if this only happens in Canada?
Here's one that doesn't have a happy ending (hee hee):
Right in the Peppercorns!
And For The Win? Here's Raquel Welch, star of Myra Breckinridge, & Miss Piggy covering Miss Peggy Lee. God Bless, America.
Here's some other BFFs, out in the wild. This is on top of the tale Amber told yesterday.
This one has a dummy foreign narrator (and a 5 second ad the beginning), but otherwise is cute, and allows me to use my Otters tag.
I love Orca!, starring Charlotte Rampling, in which the titular killer whale burns down a seaside town, that they forgot to bomb, bomb bomb. In other news, this Orca likes pooches.
I wonder if this only happens in Canada?
Here's one that doesn't have a happy ending (hee hee):
Right in the Peppercorns!
And For The Win? Here's Raquel Welch, star of Myra Breckinridge, & Miss Piggy covering Miss Peggy Lee. God Bless, America.
Labels:
ALH,
Birds,
Canada,
Duets,
Foreigners,
Friends,
Kitty Cats,
Myra Breckinridge,
Otters,
The Muppets
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Viscous and Sawdust

The novels we know best have an architecture. Not only a door going in and another leading out, but rooms, hallways, stairs, little gardens front and back, trapdoors, hidden passageways, et cetera. It's a fortunate reader who knows half a dozen novels this way in their lifetime. I know one, Pnin, having read it half a dozen times. When you enter a beloved novel many times, you can come to feel that you possess it, that nobody else has ever lived there. You try not to notice the party of impatient tourists trooping through the kitchen (Pnin a minor scenic attraction en route to the canyon Lolita), or that shuffling academic army, moving in perfect phalanx, as they stalk a squirrel around the backyard (or a series of squirrels, depending on their methodology). Even the architect's claim on his creation seems secondary to your wonderful way of living in it.
Zadie Smith on my favorite Nabokov novel, one that I too have read a half dozen times, and given away at least that many.
(And yes I realize in the photo that it is literally Nabokov on Zadie Smith, rather than Zadie Smith on Nabokov. And I didn't have a squirrel but the little buddy I used otter be close enough.)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
It Was Otter This World
The Monterey Bay Aquarium had many wonderful things, several of which were the otters. Tyler loved them with all his heart.He got a little one to take home with us. Can you find Tyler in the picture below? Hint: use the mirror!
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