An animal shelter constructed as a maze where they dress up dogs in costumes, dye their fur and place them on sets to entice people to adopt them. It works. I wasn’t planning on it, but now I’m looking for a dog for G. I find a costumed light-colored (white?/beige?) terrier by a pool of water. I try to introduce myself to the dog, but he runs aways. Maybe he doesn’t like me. I keep looking. There are so many nice dogs here.
The question for 2012:
“Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”
I’m just not sure. I’m not even sure if I have a preference. What is a good witch? Is being good truly a virtue? I suppose it depends on who is judging good/bad.
Is being labeled a good/bad witch purely subjective? Is there a universal consensus?
Witchery demands precision! Or is that poetry?
A memorably bad witch is unaware of her defects. Is that what makes her bad? Then is a memorably good witch always aware of her strengths? If she’s not does that make her bad? Is awareness the main criteria we are to be judged? If she’s not bad, does that make her good? If she is aware of her defects does that make her just a little bit bad? A little bit good?
Are these are the only two choices? Of course not. There must be OK, mediocre, decent witches too, right?
Rushdie called Toto “a meddlesome rug.”
Can one create art without that meddlesome stirring, the thing that pulls one’s footing from beneath her?
No Toto. No Oz.
That’s what I say.
My cat died. I need to get my Toto. STAT.
