Homecoming II

The Saturday I got some homework done and read some Spinoza. The Sunday was detox day and I had bizarre conversations with castle people and drew on a few. Then Spazz made me dinner. She and Matilda are having a whiteboard war; Matilda (who may be called Howard Yegendorf from now on, due to our porjected future of her as a sketchy philosopher-lawyer) drew a happy flower, and Spazz drew a monster eating the happy flower, and Howard Yegendorf drew a force field protecting the happy flower...They also have a 'bear-proof your residence' magnet that apparently some people were giving out to the poor frosh, as a welcome to university. It's kind of funny: Spazz and I are so alike in our dorkiness; her housemate comes home on Homecoming, drunk out of her mind, and finds her sitting at the coffee table, drinking tea, and doing a jigsaw puzzle.
They also spent the morning doing crafts. They were making false IDs, only not false IDs to get into bars, but ones that said they were younger than they were, so they could get kid menus.
How do I know so many bizarre people? I am blessed. Truly.

A un gato--Borges

No son más silenciosos los espejos
Ni más furtiva el alba aventurera;
Eres, bajo la luna, esa pantera
Que nos es dado divisar de lejos.
Por obra indescifrable de un decreto
Divino, te buscamos vanamente;
Más remoto que el Ganges y el poniente,
Tuya es la soledad, tuyo el secreto.
Tu lomo condesciende a la morosa
Caricia de mi mano. Has admitido,
Desde esa eternidad que ya es olvido.
El amor de la mano recelosa.
En otro tiempo estás. Eres el dueňo
De un ámbito cerrado como un sueňo.