Ever since I broke the bread into tiny, beak-sized pieces and threw it out my window to a very slow milling progression of peck and feed, the pigeons have been leaving presents for me, every god damn day. I’m not even kidding you: every morning I wake to another singular, lonely pigeon feather on my windowsill. Today I got one from the very special all brown pigeon, and you won’t ever have an idea of how much that excited me. Though, granted, I’m actually not sure if these are gifts, or warnings: if you don’t throw the bakery out your window soon, heaven help us, you’ll be feverishly praying to the Avian God. Cooooo. Cooooo. Fuck, you little bastards.
Posted by caroline at June 26, 2006 1:32 PMDOOM.
Also: the new A Softer World suits you so well. I love it. Perfection.
Posted by: Xavier at June 26, 2006 3:26 PMI didn't even tell you about the Stair Incident. Way to "throw yourself down the stairs," buddy (fuckface).
xoxox
for your amusement:
1. http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/california/la-me-pelican24jun24,1,4741945.story
2. http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/archive/2002/September/01/style/stories/01style.htm
that is all.
Posted by: michael at June 26, 2006 8:34 PMMichael!
those are great! I've been thinking about that eerie movie these past two weeks, actually. i didn't know there was such interesting (and aptly hilarious) science behind it. thanks so much.