- I never come upon stray or abandoned cats. The last time was when I was 14 and I went into a public bathroom and there was a lady trying to flush a kitten down a toilet. I started screaming at her and she ran in terror, thank god. (I rescued the kitten, all was okay.) If I had found this little guy, that would have been that. The incredibly sweet story of the recovery of Cheeto, told in pictures mostly.
- A friend of mine has started an effort to bring back the WPA (Works Project Administration). He suggests they begin by photographing and documenting the damage of Hurricane Sandy. That reminds me, I had to drop my camera off to repair the damage from Hurricane Sandy, so I have to borrow a camera for my trip to Boston tomorrow. (There’s a dinner to honor the Von Hippel–Lindau (VHL) disease research conducted by my cousin William Kaelin and Joyce W. Graff.)
- Alright, this one about a failed ceasefire negotiation between the governments of Israel and Hamas is depressing, but maybe when you’re done go back to the story of Cheeto (great cat name, by the way).
Update: This one will cheer you up. The Occupy folks turn a wonderful corner.
This is taken from my bedroom, looking into the window in my kitchen, right before Hurricane Sandy hit. I was restless and ready for something to happen.