so i've caught about three or four different variations of the flu/cold in the last 2 months. i drink tons of juice and water. i take my vitamins and bike as much as i can. i don't sit around inside unless i'm recording or playin music. at work i cashier some, have to touch raw meat some and have customers with their sick kids coughing all over the place so i'm constantly sanitizing and washing my hands. today is my 3rd day totally laided up in bed. i've watched way too many dumb movies and i have too much of a head ache to read books for any extended amount of time. in a state of paranoia i thought i had lupus and then had a weird medicine dream. then i had a weirder dream about yelling into one of those communicator tube things in an old light house. (definately put in my mind by the Dr Who episode where the doctor and leela solve the mystery at fang rock). i tried to go to the closest free clinic to my house today, but its sunday and they were closed. as my girlfriend was leaving to go study at psu, i was thinkin about hauling my 4 track recorder and a microphone upstairs to record some haikus and maybe some songs on the omnichord or something low key. then i heard her holler at me from somewhere outside. as i struggled melodramatically out of bed she kept tellin me to come outside. when i got to the front door there was a dead crow laying on the sidewalk. i remembered in all those plays and books and shit about how dead animals are foreshadowing for later events..... like when the horses eat each other in macbeth. my girl wanted to know what we should do. call animal services? call the city? call the humane society? no. i said i'd take care of it. i grabbed a shovel and she left. at first, all i could think was, "i love watching the crows play in my front yard and get in little scuffs with the squirrels and cats on the block." i remember one time actually seeing a crow get so pissed at a squirrel that it actually pick't the squirrel up and flew up in the air just to drop it about 20 feet from the ground. i thought i'd bury the crow in our garden. like some circle of life kinda thing. then i started wondering....was it diseased? would it poison our crops? kinda freaked me out a little to think about it. i decided to just put it in the garbage can. i'm all for animal rights and i hated watching all the animals bummed out behavior when i worked at the zoo. i'm not sure if putting it in the trash can was the right thing to do, but i'm definately under the weather and didn't feel like digging it a grave. i, maybe irrationally, imagined my cat or some other neighborhood animal digging it up as a new play toy and just got nauseous. anyways, i scooped the crow into a shovel and was surprised at how heavy it was. i've had a pet bird before, but this thing was bigger. the poor creature's neck was limp and his head flopped a bit when i scooped him up. i didn't see any blood and its wings were not broken. was it sick? had it been hit by a car? i figured that if a dog or cat got it, it would've snapped the crows wings or something. it was in the position of a sleeping chicken. i don't know that i necessarily believe in an after life for any creatures on this planet...myself included. but i really hope that poor crow died peacefully. i also hope that, if there is an after life or if souls or whatever just hang around like casper, i hope that this crow doesn't haunt me for throwing its remains in a grey plastic city of portland dumpster. and as for the foreshadowing, i keep reminding myself that i'm just loaded on cough syrup and i don't believe in that kind of stuff... i kind of hate shakespeare. for a minute i thought that it was shakespeare's ghost that had put this dead animal on my sidewalk to get me back for dissing his lifes work. there is no scientific explanation for that so i'm just gonna drink some juice and read some comics. gotta remind myself that its ok to call in sick to work if yr really sick.
Monday, April 6, 2009
I'm Sick and This Crow Is Dead (2008)
so i've caught about three or four different variations of the flu/cold in the last 2 months. i drink tons of juice and water. i take my vitamins and bike as much as i can. i don't sit around inside unless i'm recording or playin music. at work i cashier some, have to touch raw meat some and have customers with their sick kids coughing all over the place so i'm constantly sanitizing and washing my hands. today is my 3rd day totally laided up in bed. i've watched way too many dumb movies and i have too much of a head ache to read books for any extended amount of time. in a state of paranoia i thought i had lupus and then had a weird medicine dream. then i had a weirder dream about yelling into one of those communicator tube things in an old light house. (definately put in my mind by the Dr Who episode where the doctor and leela solve the mystery at fang rock). i tried to go to the closest free clinic to my house today, but its sunday and they were closed. as my girlfriend was leaving to go study at psu, i was thinkin about hauling my 4 track recorder and a microphone upstairs to record some haikus and maybe some songs on the omnichord or something low key. then i heard her holler at me from somewhere outside. as i struggled melodramatically out of bed she kept tellin me to come outside. when i got to the front door there was a dead crow laying on the sidewalk. i remembered in all those plays and books and shit about how dead animals are foreshadowing for later events..... like when the horses eat each other in macbeth. my girl wanted to know what we should do. call animal services? call the city? call the humane society? no. i said i'd take care of it. i grabbed a shovel and she left. at first, all i could think was, "i love watching the crows play in my front yard and get in little scuffs with the squirrels and cats on the block." i remember one time actually seeing a crow get so pissed at a squirrel that it actually pick't the squirrel up and flew up in the air just to drop it about 20 feet from the ground. i thought i'd bury the crow in our garden. like some circle of life kinda thing. then i started wondering....was it diseased? would it poison our crops? kinda freaked me out a little to think about it. i decided to just put it in the garbage can. i'm all for animal rights and i hated watching all the animals bummed out behavior when i worked at the zoo. i'm not sure if putting it in the trash can was the right thing to do, but i'm definately under the weather and didn't feel like digging it a grave. i, maybe irrationally, imagined my cat or some other neighborhood animal digging it up as a new play toy and just got nauseous. anyways, i scooped the crow into a shovel and was surprised at how heavy it was. i've had a pet bird before, but this thing was bigger. the poor creature's neck was limp and his head flopped a bit when i scooped him up. i didn't see any blood and its wings were not broken. was it sick? had it been hit by a car? i figured that if a dog or cat got it, it would've snapped the crows wings or something. it was in the position of a sleeping chicken. i don't know that i necessarily believe in an after life for any creatures on this planet...myself included. but i really hope that poor crow died peacefully. i also hope that, if there is an after life or if souls or whatever just hang around like casper, i hope that this crow doesn't haunt me for throwing its remains in a grey plastic city of portland dumpster. and as for the foreshadowing, i keep reminding myself that i'm just loaded on cough syrup and i don't believe in that kind of stuff... i kind of hate shakespeare. for a minute i thought that it was shakespeare's ghost that had put this dead animal on my sidewalk to get me back for dissing his lifes work. there is no scientific explanation for that so i'm just gonna drink some juice and read some comics. gotta remind myself that its ok to call in sick to work if yr really sick.
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A man in the deli section at a respectable grocery store one told me that it's not the state of the crow (dead, alive, loud, or silent) but the number of crows that's important. He said that three crows was a very bad sign, end of your world kind of shit. Two crows and you need to keep a watch on your suroundings, something bad could happen if you don't. But one crow he said was a good sign, like you are soon to be offered a great oppertunity or something. I don't remember what he said about more than three crows...
ReplyDeleteThere was a dead crow on our porch once. Kinda creepy. Came outside and Jodie and Justin were sitting out there, drinking coffee or something, totally oblivious to the third member of their party that had departed at some point of the day as his carcass remained to enjoy their conversation. I pointed it out and they both seemed a little freaked out about it. The next door neighbor had dug a huge ditch by order of the city for the sewer line or something like that, so I remember Justin hucking it in there as a proper burial. Crows never get the full respect they're entitled to.
ReplyDeletewell, since he worked at a 'respectable' grocery store, i'll take his 2nd hand rambling to heart.
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