Calla's Seventy-Forth Post

Now this is another important idea. It is about BDSM and animal welfare (and probably also animal rights since this is Calla typing.) Tabby made up the idea and I am not trying to take credit. This is just a post about it in case anyone wants to help because we don't really have the means to implement this, but you might no someone who does. Or maybe you work for PETA and want to add a campaign of this. Tabby says he doesn't want it to be a campaign and he wants it to be a whole nonprofit organization. But honestly, I have no desire to really start my own nonprofit, and I don't think Tabby will ever be motivated enough to try. SO, therefore, it follows, that if PETA wants to steal the idea only for a campaign, well, if that's the case, I say go for it. It is highly creative.

SOOOOO. Here is what it is called. It is called Consensual Cages. The concept is that only those who want to be in cages, such as submissives or masochists or what not, should be in them. We do not shove piggies, and chickies, and calve-ies in cages! So, the deal is as follows (there are two ideas to follow): The one is a basic outreach/activism/leafleting thingy. You gotta get a cage and put hot people in bondage in those cages. You do this in crowded public places to get people's attention. Then you just hand out lit explaining how evil factory farming is. It is really quite simple and straight forward. And it sounds like something PETA would do.

Oh and also, Lit. wouldn't be limited to farm animals. This is a good idea to promote adopting companion animals because kitties and puppies shouldn't live their lives in cages and also puppy mill mommies live their miserable little precious lives like dairy cow mommies. :( :( :( OH THE WORLD IS EVIL EVIL EEEEVIIIIL I SAY!

The other idea is for a black-tie and/or Gala event. It is like a regular fancy-shmancy party except you have all these submissives serving everyone all night. They have like trays strapped to their mouths and maybe on their backs and stuff. They have to crawl around on all fours all nights serving people. You can also have people serving as physical human coat racks for when people come in. So because of that, you might wanna maybe do it in winter or fall. You can also have people in cages as decorations. There could be other more sexual things too as long as you read the laws in whatever state you are in about sex and what not. Obviously there would be no physical sexual intercourse. However, there could conceivably be floggings if someone messes up a drink order or whatever. Use your imagination. This is a good idea. Tabby is smart.

Consensual Cages. You heard it here first and don't you forget it!

Love,
Calla and the Kitties (who are happy they do not live in cages!!)

Post no. 14

Mob mentality is a strange feature of humanity–– an odd collective of raw human emotion, which I am apparently currently experiencing in part. I'm not talking about this strange tea party phenomenon where people who enjoy wasting a lot of money on tea pollute waterways to symbolically protest wasteful government spending. I don't really get that one. . . at all. It doesn't seem to prove a point, or demonstrate much. And these people don't know what 'representation' means if they think they are being taxed without it. . . Unless they come from D.C.–– then that just sucks.

No, I am writing about the protests that have been raging at The New School as of late. Now, there has been, shall we say, tension, between various groups at the New School since last semester. And by "groups of the New School" I pretty much mean group a: Bob Kerrey and his henchmen vs. group b: everyone else. There was a 95% vote of no confidence by all New School staff (part-time, full-time, tenured alike) in Bob Kerrey back in December, and, around the same time, over 100 students occupied a building demanding Kerrey resign. I don't feel like getting into the details. Basically, we've had a billion and a half provosts since Kerrey's time here. When the last one left he appointed HIMSELF provost, effectively putting all the university's power in the business side of the university and none in the academia. This, on top of losing important student space, was too much. It was covered by the Times and what not. Just Google it, or Wikipedia it.

Well, so, you see, what had happened after these protests was Kerrey started operating in a MORE transparent way. He un-appointed himself as provost. He put staff on the search committee for a new one. He promised the students some more space. He started sending out a billion and a half e-mails about our financials, etc. etc. But, he didn't resign. And this is what the students wanted. So, people are still freaking the frak out.

I didn't really get it at first. (Honestly, I'm still not sure I do.) It is clear Kerrey's contract will not be renewed in 2010. Let's all just chill and let this thing run its course. I guess you could say, after the December vote and protests, I became complacent with the mediocrity of the situation. "Eh, it could be better, it could be worse, so let's just let this all sizzle out quietly" typa attitude. So, I didn't understand the continuation of fuss.

That's why, on Good Friday, when 22 students were arrested, most for breaking and entering into a building, I kinda didn't support them AT ALL. I thought that was a completely ineffective and immature way to go about. . . I wasn't really sure what it was all about. (Honestly, I'm still not sure I do.) [also, that sentence has just gotta end in a preposition 'cause otherwise it sounds silly.] I guess they are protesting the fact that Kerrey has not resigned. I found this an absurd reason to break into a building.

So, I then saw a video of a friend of mine being beat up by the cops. Just flat out pushed on the ground and jumped on by four cops for "obstructing." No, for real, he did not break into the building. He was chilling outside intelligently not risking (or so he presumed) the master's degree he's about to (maybe, hopefully, one can pray) earn in five weeks. He yelled "shame on you" at the police for being violent to another protester. Well, for that he was pushed to the ground and brutally beaten by four officers. I've seen him since then and he's all bruised up. He is charged with "obstructing" and "resisting arrest." This has nothing to do with the New School. He did not break any laws besides 'obstructing' and, for real, if a cop can't do his job while someone is talking to them, the NYPD needs to hire better cops. I don't see how talking to a cop obstructs anything. Furthermore, you can't exactly resist arrest if you are pushed to the ground and attacked. So, my point is, he is suspended from school, and for what? For speaking his mind to a police officer in support of fellow students. This is no reason to get suspended. And pretty much it makes me not support the administration.

Well, I was still iffy on the whole thing, leaning towards "I agree with these students but not with their methods." It seemed a bit extreme to break into a building even if the administration of our school is a sham. The first protest was successful, peaceful, and all-well-and-dandy. This more recent one seemed ineffective, unorganized, and not-oh-so-very-well-and-dandy.

HOWEVER, I am slowly being sucked into the excitement. Today I again ran into said friend who was recently beaten by the cops. I didn't even recognize him cause he was all celebrity like with sunglasses and hat. (haha) They had an emergency assembly today called by the Lang Dean, followed by a march to protest police brutality and the works. So Tabby and I were discussing the situation again, and it is just flat out getting exciting. A Teacher's Assistant he had last semester is in one of the two student groups organizing these protests. She is part of New School in Exile. The other group is The Radical Student Union. (And I am discovering the latter is the ridiculous faction and the former may actually be filled with intelligent human beings.) We watched a video (the second one) of her speaking on Monday and Tabby got excited that she was distinguishing between the protesters inside the building and those outside instead of making a blanket statement that they are all terrorists or all godsends. Also she brought up a great point about our University having some protest policy where they must be pre-approved. .. uh, that's not a protest. Tabby also said he liked her a lot.

Well, THEN I found out Reverend Billy (who I am supporting for Mayor! HURRAH HURRAY!) spoke briefly at tonight's rally. He wasn't really planning on doing that. He had to be at NYU for some Mayor thing-a-ma-bob or NYU protest or something, but the New School protesters marched over to Washington Square Park. ANYway, Rev. Billy excites me. And this is when I felt the mob mentality kick in. I was all Reverend Billy is right, "He criticized what he sees as the corporate structure of the American higher education system." Well, of course there is a problem with the corporate structure of U.S. America's higher education system! So, then I feel myself wanting to blindly support these protesters because I like REVEREND BILLY'S point. . . Not cause I know what the protesters' point exactly is. (I think it has shifted into some weird collage about having the right to protest and not liking police brutality. . . idunno.) But I'm telling you, I was all "see Rev. Billy supports us! . . . I mean them. . . I mean. . . um. . . he said something intelligent about the higher education system that may or may not be related to the protests. . . "

Anyway, I thought it was an interesting moment of mob mentality. And I like the feeling of it and don't want to let it go, even though I know that would be the conscionable thing to do. Instead I wanna be part of this movement that may tear apart my University just because it's fun when a celebrity gets involved; and movements are sometimes cool; and hey, I need some excitement in my life. Strange, huh? I mean, mob mentality is a strange result of too much team spirit, for lack of better term. You know what I mean though, all these people feel like they're on one side against something else. . . And that can breed hostility towards that something else. And I've never particularly liked team spirit, or hometown pride, or patriotism, or any of that business. So, this is an odd moment in my life. What does it say about me? Perhaps I HAVE become too emotional without enough reason. . . but then I wouldn't be reasoning this out, now would I? So, idunno. I guess it is just something to analyze and resist.


A CUTE puppy and me two summers ago. I really need a hair cut! It needs to look like that again.

Calla's Sixty-First Post

Hi. It's Calla. (As it ALMOST always is.) Tabby is writing a blog post. I'm going to write one also! But I don't think I have any kitty cat pictures. This is bad news bears. I will make do somehow. He is writing in his ethical journal, which he must keep for school. He is always confused about what to write in it. So, I am always trying to help him. He seems to think my ideas are always silly-face!!

For example, about a week and a day ago, (no, exactly a week and a day ago.) we ate at Sacred Chow in the West Village near Washington Square Park with Tabby's parents after Church. Now, my food (vegan blueberry French Toast, which turned out to be more like a huge chunk of blueberry bread that happened to be warm and a little bit fried.) came out super-de-duperdy LATE. And the waitress said, "I'm sorry. This is way too late. I'm going to take it off the bill." Now, we came home and Tabby was all "Ahh, I've only written two ethical journal entries so far and I'm supposed to've written 4!" (btw, he is on his third as of present.) So, as I am an extremely helpful girlfriend/fiancé/life-partner/whatever-I-am-considered-after-living-with-him-for-over-two-years, and I am also oh-so-good at noticing how almost every action we make involves an ethical decision, I said "Oh, write about how that waitress took my food off the bill." He thought this was dumb, and not an ethical decision. But it was. That was not her food. It belonged to the restaurant. By taking it off the bill, she essentially stole it. However, by making a customer wait an exorbitant amount a time for her food, the waitress was ethically inclined to right this wrong. She chose to do so by offering me a free meal. . . that, in reality, wasn't hers to offer. This is an ethical decision. Tabby thought it was dumb. So here was a list of other things about which I told him to write. (None of which he did.)

1. Buying things in sweatshops - to support a poor family's livelihood, or to boycott the abuse to which family members are subjected?

2. Eating at restaurants that serve meat - to order vegan food, thus showing the manager there is a market for it, or to spend your money supporting restaurants that do not spend money to support cruel practices?

3. A related note: Tom's of Maine was bought by Colgate and The Body Shop by L'Oreal: Do you buy from them since they've signed pledges to continue their ethical practices? Are you indirectly supporting animal testing, or are you showing the parent companies that cruelty free products sell better than that other crap they produce?

4. Donating to cancer/aids research - obviously these products are tested on animals. Many people would argue it is ethical to do so. They value the lives of humans above the lives of animals. However, with documented cases of the gov. testing phase 1 and phase 2 drugs on FOSTER CHILDREN, one cannot be sure that there money is only going to animal tests (which I oppose anyway.)

5. Organic vs. local? - Organic local food is ideal, but when you can buy local food that is not grown organically, or food shipped from across the country or globe that is, which do you choose?

6. When you give money to church or a homeless outreach, or nearly any nonprofit that is not associated with animal welfare, that money is probably going to some items (food and cleaning supplies for SURE) that are in opposition to your own morals.

7. Is it better to buy non-vegan food from a company that is dedicated to promoting healthful and sustainable diets, or vegan food from a company that processes all sorts of crap, but happens to have made something that is vegan? Probably it is best to avoid BOTH of these situations, honestly. [This was not a suggestion I gave to Tabby. I just thought of it now. Well, no, I had a conversation with Tabby about it one time in a grocery store, but re-thought about it now.]

Um, I don't know if I suggested other things. Maybe I did. It was over a week ago, so I don't remember. But regardless, he did not like any of my suggestions. HOWEVER, now he is writing about vegetarianism and Christianity, specifically is it pertains to Bartian theology. So clearly, he cannot escape the animal rights activism! :) I love what I created in him. hehehe. He had said how he didn't want all his posts to be about animal welfare, but I think they will be. Once you are this deep into something, you cannot pretend like it does not consume all of your moral opinions. I don't think there is anything wrong with that. I know there are other pressing issues, such as racism, homophobia, sexism, genocides, etc. And I do not think people should ignore these. And I, myself, stand up against these and often offer financial support to groups attempting to rectify these wrongs. However, my heart, and thus my time, is spent on animals. When a society has gotten to a point where sentient beings are treated as commodities, stripped of basic care, subject to hostile abuse simply because they are less evolved. . . Well, that attitude and culture taints the rest of society's assumptions and values. It is not OK to say "oh it's only a horse, who cares if it is abused?" That is one of GOD'S CREATURES. One should not treat it as though it were an OBJECT of PLEASURE created for MANKIND. Um, no. And to view the world through such a lens is DANGEROUS and TROUBLE (with a capital T that rhymes with P that stands for Pool. haha. No. The Music Man has nothing to do with this. . . at all. But it's pretty good, right?)

Alright, so that was one of my animal rants for the week. It is almost like I have a quota for those things, huh? And it's ridiculous, because I'm pretty sure they are kind of repetitive.

BUT, for lent I decided I need to do something for the animals EVERY DAY. Seeing as I should be doing more than whining about injustice every day anyway, I'm hoping this conviction sticks long past Lent. Well, I didn't think of this until Saturday night, unfortunately. And so I missed two days! But Wed. I went to a Farm Sanctuary Activist Meeting. Saturday I protested Foi Gras again at two different restaurants. And one of them is looking good. The other guy (Fork and Knife) is pretty much going out of business at this point, [Yet another ethical decision.] which is pretty sad, but also his own fault. Sign the pledge, and the protests will stop, you'll get more customers, less ducks will suffer. Everyone wins. Sunday I delivered literature about Farm Sanctuary to S'Nice. BUT I also left some at my church. Now, I am a fairly anti-social human being, as we have discussed in prior posts. So, though I have been attending St. Luke's for approximately an ENTIRE YEAR, I don't talk to anyone and I don't get involved. Well, I said in the morning, to Tabby I said, "Do you think I can leave some of these at Church?" And he said "I don't know." And then we got to church and all that was out on the table and bulletin board were church related items. So I thought, no. No point in asking. It will just be embarrassing. Well, I noticed in the announcements they had started a new "community' bulletin board that posted items unrelated to church in which people could get involved. And I had to get courage to ask about leaving some Farm Sanctuary lit. So, as a side note, I've been feeling so super guilty for not doing more in the realm of animal rights lately. God has given me this passion. It has been indwelt since I was four. . . or perhaps earlier. But four, the age I went vegetarian without the prompting of an adult or a group of peers, is a clear indication of such passion at work. My 6th grade persuasive essay against animal testing is another. Clearly, this is something that has been with me since a young age. God has also BLESSED me with both creativity and intellect. I have both the brains and the visionary-drive to really amount to something. Unfortunately, I was also given an unnatural anti-social tendency and an uncanny ability to get embarrassed at the drop of a hat! So, these character-flaws (if flaws are what they are) prevent me from using my gifts to their fullest. And lately, that has been plaguing at my soul. OK, well, I had to get courage. And this was a rather distracting revelation. I thought about what I would say all service. I was pretty glad Mother Mary was not giving the sermon, 'cause I had been weird and friended her on Facebook. I was already embarrassed about that fact, and didn't want to draw attention to myself by asking her strange questions. So, Mother Caroline was giving the sermon, and I, for some reason, am less comfortable around her than around Mary or Hugh, so it was still going to be strange asking her about the Farm Sanctuary Lit. Well, in her sermon, she briefly mentioned how saints and Christ and such were friends of the animals. Biblically speaking, a friend of the animals is someone who is Godly. So, I figured that was good. Even though it wasn't the POINT of the sermon, I figured she couldn't possibly say "no" after mentioning that fact. So, after service, I held up the line to leave to ask her about the Farm Sanctuary Lit. And she said, "Well, we can't post every worthy cause, but I don't see why we can't pin one up and leave a few." YAY! So, I only gave her a few. Like 7 probably or 8. I didn't want to overwhelm her or seem unappreciative or pushy. But, if she is pinning on up, even if the Lit. disappears, people will see the flyer and can still visit the website. So, I did that for the animals. And it was hard and SO EMBARRASSING. But I did it. And, unfortunately, it did not relieve me and make me feel like it would be easy to interact with people if it was for the animals. I think, instead, this will be a life-long struggle because of my weirdness. Like Moses, thinking he can't talk in front of people.

So, anyway, today I wrote Obama for the animals. I thanked him for cutting subsidies to factory farms, and encouraged him to give subsidies to farms with "humane" and environmentally friendly practices. I suggested he look at the farms certified by the nonprofit Humane Farm Animal Care. (I don't think any animal should be slaughtered, but raising animals humanely BEFORE you brutally, and with no regard for their feelings, take their lives away is a step in the proper direction.) So, if you like eating carcass, but are feeling either guilty or disgusted about the way that carcass was treated when s/he was a living, breathing being, check out this website. www.certifiedhumane.com/

This is now going to be unrelated to animal rights, at least this little part: I HAD A SNOW DAY TODAY! It is the only one I had during my undergraduate career. And snow days are a BEAUTIFUL thing. It is so so so so so so cold and SNOWY outside. I had to go out to buy my kitty cats food. But instead of going to the pet food store to which I like to go because it is a small business, I went to whole foods because it was closer. If I have to support a Big Box store, I guess Whole Foods is the way to go, right? But other than that trip, I have been INSIDE. I drank co-co, and it was yummy. I pretty much ENTIRELY wasted the day. Like it is nearly 11:00 p.m. and I didn't do anything productive. This is probably bad. But oh well.

SO, my sister has been a vegetarian since, like, I dunno, 2 months? It is good good good of her. She is having trouble giving up eggs, so I told her about the humanley raised people. And, actually, I don't know, for sure, what would be wrong with eating eggs from chickens humanley raised? Perhaps something to do with male chicks that hatch? I don't know if the nonprofit looks at that. I think I'll write to them asking about male chicks on layer-hen farms and veal calves on dairy-farms. Yeah, I have to go do that. But it was wonderful chatting with you. BYE.

Love,
Calla and her kitties. (NO PICTURE!?) I will find a picture of SOMETHING to put here. . . hmmm. . .



This is a GORGEOUS butterfly friend from the Ren. fair this summer. Can you believe people kill bugs instead of capturing them and letting them out the window? (Probably, 'cause probably you do that.) It makes me sad to go in the laundry room in the basement because there is fly tape hanging from the ceiling with dead bugs on it. :( IF YOU LIVE IN THE SUBURBS OR COUNTRY NEAR BATS, NEVER USE FLY PAPER. The wonderful batfriends get stuck in it. :( This makes me want to cry because bats are my most favorite animals. (Yes, I play favorites, but I treat them all with respect and love.)

Calla's Fifty-Third Post pt. 4

I'm not done with complaining about that movie yet. . . but not the entirety of this post will be dedicated to it. Only part of it will be. It will be this part. OK, so what's with the sun thing? That had NO RELEVANCE to the plot whatsoever. Additionally, most of the movie seemed pretty light. So, they introduce this concept because, the writer or the director or some other moron thought, "hey wouldn't it be cool if they call night day and day night in the future!?" No. In fact that would be a rather uncool thing to do. . . unless, of course, it furthers your story. . . which it does not. So, no.

Also, there were all these random ALMOST themes. I am calling them that because every single theme in this movie is underdeveloped. So much so, that they can't really be called themes. They are more like ALMOST themes. So, one that they attempted was about how our DNA does not define us or whatever. I forgot about this point in my original "better" list from pt. 3 because it was an closer to an ALMOST ALMOST theme than an ALMOST theme. . . and know what does that WAY better!? Guess!! JUST GUESS, because if you can't get this one right you really don't know me at all. Galactica does that a trillion times better. Seriously. It has done that better since Athena fell in love with Helo in the beginning of the first season some time. That is how good at life (and by life I obviously meant story telling) Battlestar Galactica is. (And by Battlestar Galactica I obviously meant the creators of Battlestar Galactica.)

Speaking of which, I owe you a list of things we still need to know:
1. The opera house
2. What Roslin, Hera, and company have to do with the opera house
3. Hera
4. The nature or Starbuck (though she is obviously Aurora)
5. Tigh and Caprica's love child
6. The nature of Baltar (if there is a special one.)
7. The Head Characters
8. More details about the exodus from Kobol (though those may have been deleted from the episode we just saw, cause I think they had to cut some of Anders's dialogue.)
9. More details about the Temple of Hope/Temple of the Five
10. The colony that Cavil mentioned this past episode
11. Is the colony the final resting place of our characters?
12. The Bob Dylan Song (Tori forget to ask Anders about that Frakkin song or we would know already!)
13. How the final 4 got "turned on"
14. What the heck is gonna happen to Caprica when Ellen come back next episode? (Tigh isn't gonna choose Caprica over Ellen. Not in a million years. . . considering he's been with Ellen for a few thousand!)
15. Will the cycle be broken?
16. Miracle from the Angels that Anders spoke of just before surgery.
17. What's gonna happen with the stuff Chief is putting in the ship? Probably there's more. . . This is all I got at right this minute though.

So, what else? My mom sent me a card today with $10 in it. The reason she sent this card was because she thought I might like it cause there's a kitty on the cover and the inside says "cats are people too" and I think my cats are my children. Well, so the weird part is she didn't write on the card. She just wrote a note on a separate piece of paper (which also had kitties on it) and put it in the card in case I wanted to give the card to someone else or something. She is super random sometimes.

So, speaking of kitties, I made cookies shaped like cats. I need a pastry bush super bad because it is always hard for me to ice the cookies I make. I just made them plain vanilla and chocolate that wasn't dyed with chocolate sprinkles and colored sprinkles. I didn't take any pictures of them, but I will do a re-run of my cat pictures to show you the shape. I can do that because one other time when I made cat cookies I spent an exorbitant amount of time making one look like Fuffers and one look like Mama. It was already on here once, but I'll put it on again. I'll do a guest cat to make up for it.


So, Foie Gras is evil. I protested it today and this restaurant actually signed the pledge to stop selling it!!! YAY!! Save the duckies, save the duckies, oh I love to save the duckies. That is a song I just sang in my head. It has never ever been song out loud. Probably no one will ever hear it, not even my own ears unless I sing it sometime. . . which maybe I will.

OH! I forgot to tell you a thing about the card my mom sent me. Guess who was on the outside? Abraham Lincoln!!! He was on a stamp on the envelope. That is an important fact to mention because he is one of the main subjects of this blog, as you well know by now, I'm positive.

UM, I have to tell you more about that fictional kid. But I also have to clean up the mess from the cookies in the kitchen. So I think that will be for story time tomorrow. It is really exciting. HE HAS NO IDEA HE IS FICTIONAL.

Love,
Calla and her kitties.
Guest Cat V This is the Kaylee Cat. She lives with the Fluffy Wuffy Queen Moggy and Tabby's parents. Her favorite past time is, for positive, drinking out of the sink. She will cry for you to turn it on for her!!



oh p.s. I also have to write more about dollhouse and complain a little.

Calla's Twenty-Eighth Post

So, I haven't had time to write in two days. . . and though I have class in 50 minutes and didn't read the 300 page book I was supposed to read for it, now I have time to write. (sorta, whatever.) Anyway, so I am going to write 3 posts today to try and make up for it. So really this is "Calla's Twenty-Eighth Post pt. 1" Unless I decide to do a picture post and an informative post or something for the other ones, then it is just how it is titled.

So, this post is to let you know the resolution of the Farmer's Market/Christmas Market space dilemma. Turns out there is actually enough room for both and the construction for the restaurant does not go out as far as I had thought it went out when I was protesting it. And that is all there is to say about it. I hope you appreciated this critical update.

The. End. Calla and her kitties (who are a little bit crazy and a lot bit cute!)

Calla's Twenty-Fifth Post

They're setting it up
They're setting it up
They're setting it up
THE CHRRRIIIIISTMAAAAS FAIR!
They're setting it up
They're setting it up
They're setting it up
THE CHRRRIIIIISTMAAAAS FAIR!
They're setting it up
They're setting it up
They're setting it up
THE CHRRRIIIIISTMAAAAS FAIR!

This is the song I sang all the way home from Union Square because I saw them setting up the CHRISTMAS FAIR!! Ohmeohmy you have no idea how much I love Christmas time!! I love the decorations and I love decorating. I love baking cookies and decorating cookies and eating cookies and giving cookies away. I love buying gifts and making gifts. I really love wrapping gifts. I love getting a tree and naming my tree and decorating my tree. I love when the kitties sit under the tree like they are God's gift to humanity. (hehehe) Oh CHRISTMAS TIME. I even love the stupid movies on T.V. I love Christmas time celebrations. Christmas is such a good fun time. I used to not care about Christmas so much. Even when I was little I didn't care so much, but ever since about three years ago I really started loving it. I get super excited for anything that has to do with Christmas. And I say "LOOK!! It's Christmas time, that store is decorated for Christmas!" So today when I walked by Union Square just now and saw the beginning of the wooden vendor thing-a-ma-bobs I went "" and Tabby went "WHAT!?" And I said "They're setting up the Christmas fair!!" And then I started singing the song that began this post.

Now, here, this year, there is a downside to the Christmas fair. . . They sold all this big section of the park (the part with the pavement with the labyrinth on it) to some fancyshmancy restaurant and so there is not so so much room. So I do not understand how the Christmas Fair and the Farmer's market can coexist peacefully!? Now, in the winter it is true there is less for farmer's to sell. . . But some farmers still have all their stuff to sell, like if they have milk or bread or something. . . . BUT YES, the farmer's market is smaller in the winter which is why the Christmas Fair and the Farmer's market could live together before. Now, See, I don't know. Plus right now, like right this second, still lots of farmers have things to sell. On Wednesday guess what I bought from them. Did you guess? I will tell you regardless. I bought two different kinds of apples, concord grapes (YUM! I WILL MISS THEM SO SOON), tomato, zucchinis, bread and a knish. I think that is it. But also there was a lot more I coulda bought. Oh, I also bought potatoes, the big red kind of them that are called something with the word purple in their title. So see, still a lot is in season even now. So, I don't know how this will work.

I protested that restaurant business with the Reverend Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping. I really like those people. They are great at what they do and they have such a good message. But the protest didn't work and also I never expected it to work anyway. But I still like Reverend Billy a lot. But I like Christmas time more than I like Reverend Billy.

I will put a picture of Baby Kitty under the tree last year. I don't think Mama liked the tree. I don't remember for certain though, but I don't have a picture of her under it, so I would have to put up a different kind of picture even if she did like the tree. What Mama likes is attacking things, not sitting under trees.

Oh also, the tree in the picture is named "Sister Tree." Now she is living at Tabby's parents house on the edge of Queens and Nassau County. If you are in the area you should drop by and say "hello Sister Tree." I don't remember why her name is Sister Tree. I tried to see if I could donate her to the city parks department so they could plant her, but they did not respond to my question, so then she moved to Tabby's parent's house.

Also, I thought also this about the Farmer's market just now. If there is no room for it, who will sell me my Christmas tree!?

Love,
Calla and her kitties.