What Are We Doing? Where Are We Going?

These days, my husband and I go to record stores (I mean, CD stores) and look up bands he used to play with when he was on the road and then we go to bookstores where I look up books written by ex-classmates of mine.

Yesterday, I went to Borders and flipped through a Paris Review and saw that someone I went to grad. school with had won the Whiting Writers Award. It's basically $35K for being an emerging writer. I'm always really happy for people who are out there and get recognition. Expecially people I know, but it was kind of freaky because I picked up another literary magazine and another one of my friends was published there. I go to a comfy, untrafficked part of the bookstore and sit down and staring at me was a book written by someone I went to high school with, whose short story is in the current issue of the New Yorker.

I guess this is what Naomi Watts felt when her friend Nicole Kidman was super famous and getting to work with all these great people when poor Naomi couldn't even pay her rent on time. And then I worried that I wasn't Naomi Watts, but rather, some no-name nobody person they both know who still couldn't get her rent together and never would.

Who done it

The other night, I was sitting on my sofa and I encountered a stink of an extremely vile nature. I checked on both dogs and they were both sleeping, so I assumed that one of them was letting out some heinous dog biscuit farts.

Today, I discovered gross diarhea stains on both of the dog beds. So now the topic of CSI Westchester is: did both Scout and Rocky poop on their dogs beds (which, by the way, have only recently been washed and put to use after being stashed away for months and months because I had been too lazy to wash them - which led to an angry and defiant Scout who plopped down on our Very Expensive Restoration Hardware sofa - otherwise known as The Wrong Sofa For Dog Owners Because It Is So Easily Stained) or did one of them poop on both beds, and if it was only one of them, which one?

The other question is - Why are they pooping on their beds?

Lastly - Why would they still continue sleeping on their poopy dog beds?

Kitajima Exhibit

Check out the Keizo Kitajima exhibit at the Cohen Amador Gallery. It's going until April 1, 2006. This is a picture of elephants walking the streets of Manhattan. It's my favorite one and it can be yours for a mere $1,500.