On The Very Same Day That I

The Old Orchid Hunter Lay Back On His Pillow, His Body Limp... 'you'll Curse The Insects,' He Said At Least, 'and You'll Curse The Natives... The Sun Will Burn You By Day And The Cold Will Shrivel You By Night. You'll Be Racked By Fever And Tormented By A Hundred Discomforts, But You'll Go On. For When A Man Falls In Love With Orchids, He'll Do Anything To Possess The One He Wants. It's Like Chasing A Green-eyed Woman Or Taking Cocaine... It's A Sort Of Madness.

In An Interesting Inversion Of Status, The Reigning Breed In The Dog Park These Days Is The Really-oddball-unidentifiable-mixed-breed-mutt-found-wandering-the-street Or Its Equivalent. The Stranger The Mutt The Better; The More Peculiar The Circumstance Of It Coming Into Your Life, The Better.

I Am Of Mixed Minds About The Issue Of Privacy. On One Hand, I Understand That Information Is Power, And Power Is, Well, Power, So Keeping Your Private Information To Yourself Is Essential - Especially If You Are A Controversial Figure, A Celebrity, Or A Dissident.

There Will Always Be Vain, Obsessive People Who Want To Own Rare And Extraordinary Things Whatever The Cost; There Will Always Be People For Whom Owning Beautiful, Dangerous Animals Brings A Sense Of Power And Magic.

I've Always Been Afraid Of Video Games - Not Afraid That I Wouldn't Like Them, But That I Would Like Them Too Much, And That After Mere Seconds In Front Of Any Particularly Bright And Absorbing Game, I Would Abandon All Ambition, Turn Into A Mouth-breathing Zombie, And Develop A Wide, Sofa-shaped Rear End.