The Dog, the tunes, and The Areas of My Expertise

Posted by on Tuesday, June 12th, 2007

Because I know my place in all of this, I’ll tell you what you’re here for . . . Kayo is going to be fine.  He has the sort of injury dogs, and people for that matter, get from landing straight-kneed in a hole or coming off of a jump.  He gets some pain-killers for a few more days, and the ban on fetching has to continue a bit longer, and he gets to take some meat-flavored glucosamine, chondroitin, and mineral supplements from here on out.  Our charming vet did continually refer to Kayo’s "advanced age," though, which concerns me.  Scott and I have decided that the next trick we’ll teach him is "Be four again, Kayo!  Be four!  Good boy." 

Also, Scott pointed out last weekend that I still had a bunch of Borders gift certificates left over from Christmas.  But did I succumb and buy books?  No, I did not.  I bought music.  Well into the sixth month, and I remain mighty.  As promised, I’ve only bought knitting books, and very few of those.  But damn it, it is a pain in the ass to buy music at Borders.  Their stores have some asinine pricing system that randomly sells some CDs for 11 bucks, and some for 18 with no real middle ground and for no clear reason.  Also,  their stock is terribly limited, particularly for those of us who don’t go in for MTV or classical.  But we’re a bit closer to having all of the recorded Tom Waits and Bjork, and I added another Wainwright and a touch of Winehouse to the mix.

And now for the books . . .

The Areas of My Expertise by John Hodgman.

Being a devotee of hobos, I was bound to like this book.  I was pleased to see someone finally cover the great hobo-wars of the first half of the twentieth century, and the extensive list of hobo names (I just can’t manage to settle on one for myself).  Also, I am happy to now know of the old furry lobsters.  We miss you, furry lobsters.  We do.

But the book did upset me a bit.

Apparently, Chicago is imaginary.  No Chicago.  It’s all a lie.

Which seems to suggest that Rachel and Meg and Jonathan have some explaining to do.  Why the lies, friends?  Why the lies?  So much talk about an imaginary town . . . I just don’t know what to think.

Right.  Read the book if you like well-written fake history and trivia. 

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4 Responses to “The Dog, the tunes, and The Areas of My Expertise”

  1. Fiddlin' Foolon 13 Jun 2007 at 12:26 am 1

    Erm, sorry! I thought you knew…?

  2. kon 13 Jun 2007 at 11:16 am 2

    Dang it! i have five books out from the library! I can’t take anymore for a while!!!!
    Is the Tom Waits three-volume (or disc, or whatever) in your library? Is it as good as they say?

  3. rachelon 13 Jun 2007 at 8:57 pm 3

    Poor Kayo. He probably still thinks he’s a puppy.

    Well, one theory on why we’re the Windy City is the ability of the politicians to lie and cheat, so maybe its very existence is a lie our politicians told us? Dang! We’ve all been duped! Do you think it’s just the city proper that doesn’t exist, or do you think the suburbs, by default of being “sub-” also do not exist?

    I think my brain just broke.

    I love old Hodgy. There’s a hilarious piece he read on This American Life recently about becoming famous. Umm…Episode 329, Nice Work if You Can Get it, aired April 6. Go listen–it’s a riot.

  4. Monicaon 19 Jun 2007 at 3:41 am 4

    Thanks for welcoming me to the knitting ring! I’m pretty happy to get back into blog rings! Neato!

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