Emmet is my neighbor. He’s a Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. His owners found him in a gutter in Louisville, Kentucky, a tiny little neglected piglet crying and dying in a pile of wet leaves. They rescued him, nursed him back to health and it looks like he hasn’t missed too many meals since.
Emmet is the physically densest mammal I have ever seen -he feels like he is made out of warm, bristle-covered cannonballs. He loves having the spot between his little piggy shoulder blades scratched.
I only ever see Emmet on misty, overcast mornings – the kind of mornings that really activate New York’s greyness, the ones that give this grey city some serious character and color. It’s like Emmet emerges from the city’s hazy, sleepy dream state. Nobody else is ever around to see him except for me, my girlfriend, and Emmet’s leash-holders.
We always talk about the South, me and Maggie and Emmet’s people. We talk about how great it is, what an amazing, rich and Gothic creepiness the South has and how we are so glad it runs through our blood. And how glad we are that we moved up here, too.
The South is a spectacular place to be from, but not always a good place to be at. Love the culture, hate the crippling willful ignorance, I say.
I didn’t used to understand why BoingBoing posted unicorn chasers and cute stuff after high controversy, but now I totally get it. There’s been far, far more outrage over this whole coffee incident than the incident merited. Sure, I behaved badly and stirred the pot, and for a little while I thought it was funny. Now that everyone involved’s completely embarassed themselves, it’s time to move on and just look at something cute before getting back to work:
Barack Obama just scored a majority of Texas delegates. Good. I want the guy to lock up all the delegates, superdelegates, and swing voters he can. I thought young folks were excited about Obama, but I didn’t know it went this deep … have a look at this toddler joyfully endorsing Barack Obama:
