Twins Sing the Blues

Greetings from the shingles trenches.

Today I donned a blue t-shirt similar to the one Mama chose this morning. The smile on her face suggests that she loves the idea of being Twins.

Mais, pauvre mama, pale et triste. Yet shows her happy face. Such courage, such valor; so gallant in the face of pain. How I admire Mama!

Please send her all your best wishes for the speediest recovery possible & thanks to all who have already done so. Au revoir (til we meet again), M-squared.

Charts & Art

Mama is still in shingles suffering mode. Pauvre Mama. According to her physician the medical chart reads stable but room for improvement.

I had hoped to give you a tour of the world through art. Throughout the years [well, year; my 1st birthday was in June] I've collected textiles, paintings, etchings & artifacts from Africa, Asia, South & North America and Europe, including the UK. For example, to the left is a [rather badly shot by pauvre Mama!] picture of a picture. The original is a beautiful shot taken in Bagdhad illustrating the impact of war on a former world-class hotel lobby. The picture is the work of Peter Frey, an important local photographer who has travelled the world documenting the profound horrors & hopes of people.

It is my intention for Mama to provide other pictures of some of my world art. So please stop by again for updates on what I've called "charts & art." Cheers, Mercury Murphy.

His Sisters & His Cousins & His Aunts

Those of you familiar with the comic operaettas of Gilbert & Sullivan may recognize the title to today's entry. It introduces the theme of my coming entries on my Family.
Today I will begin to introduce you to only 3 members of what was rather small family until the Roushanzamir branch was grafted. [Now we number in the hundreds.]

First, my cousin Susan Erika Lester. Her big news of the summer: earned her driver's license. What more need be said? [well, plenty but I'll save it for another time.]

Next, Uncle Morteza. [without his glasses]

And then, brother Allan. [a popular guy, always on his mobile]

I'll fill you in on these & the others later. Mama feels too sick to wait for me to complete my entry. For some reason, she still won't let me turn the computer on or off. She doesn't seem to realize how completely computer competent I am. [True she doesn't know that I practice when she leaves me alone. And please, don't tell.]

Rear an Ugly Head

Pauvre Mama. She is still sick [see yesterday's entry] & has been diagnosed by a world famous dermatolgist, Dr. Greeson of Athens, with ----- shingles. Apparently, shingles is the result of the dormant chicken pox virus rearing its ugly head [side issue: do viruses have heads?] & making its presence known as an excrescence of truly disgusting appearance.
Sadly there is no treatment. The nurse handed Mama a prescription for a pain killer touted as possessing marvelous qualities, a real "pain killer" if you catch my drift. Of course Mama was curious and, since she is in pain, tried the medication instantly. Complete & utter disappointment. A narcotic, perhaps. But possessing absolutely none of those marvelous qualities advertised--not terribly effective at doing its job either.

So rather than writing today's entry about Me-Me-Me [the subject that most often commands rapt attention] I shall simply insert an illustration that expresses my Intention.

To wish Mama a speedy recovery.

Mal

This is Mama. She is sick today. She turned on the computer only to let me to announce that there is no "real" entry today. Although Mama allows me to type & upload, she won't let me turn the computer on & off. And she wants to be quiet & rest. Boo on that.
Read my previous entries & check back tomorrow for further Mercury news & views.

Tour My Kitchen

In the Kitchen.
Often called the most important room in the house. So let's take a look from the dog point of view.

In the picture to the left you see me standing by the frig. Our frig is a source of real joy. Like others it keeps foods cool or frozen. Creates ice. Hides my [so-called] treats.

BIG DIFFERENCE: Ours Sings. And gurgles. And makes such wonderful sounds all day & all night long. It sings low short notes. And high protracted tones. Up & down the octaves, our frig creates both the melifluous and the cacaphony of textured music. I love it.

It's also a graphics display space.
The dead white background sets off almost any visual.
See if you can locate in the picture to the left: the ruby slippers, Mama [hint: a Warhole effect], and a picture of my bud, Mary Catherine. BTW, that's Papa.





Our kitchen is pitifully small. Perhaps most abberational, there's only one drawer & it's an unconventional size. Mama, cheerfully making the best of things, bought this storage table/cutting board on wheels. The top shelf holds various pots & pans. The bottom is a Mercury Dedicated Spot.




Finally, here's a broader & longer shot of the kitchen. Featured is the top of the island [see view above] proferring my late afternoon cocktail. The wonderful magical frig. Note the walls of Miami green & the flamingo and palm trees special lighting. Although it's beautiful day or night serving as music hall, gallery space & food preparation area, the kitchen is not the most important room in my house. Bottom line: ask yourself not where is food prepared but where is food served?

Preview & How to Read a Blog

Preview: Later today I shall expand upon yesterday's theme, food & appropriate menus for the discriminating dog. A tour of the kitchen Chez Roushanzamir will shed light on why my situation at CR is as it is.

How to Read a Blog: The challenges:
1. converse with me & my other fans
2. supplement your knowledge of current topics with insights from past postings.

Access previous postings by clicking on the word "Archives" to the right of your screen [scroll down 'til you see it].
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