Got the Jimmy Legs

Do you write your name in the dust

Cat and MouseThe snow is magically (perhaps only temporarily?) gone, the sun is out and the yard is all grody from the muck. One of our flowerpots didn't make it through the deep freeze; its enameled midsection got all cracked and shattered. Can't wait to clean that up!

I'm hoping the improved weather will positively affect the economy, and produce many jobs like so much fruit on the vine. I have had several promising interviews recently, which I suppose is an accomplishment in itself. The interesting thing is, I actually enjoyed it. I like to think I'm pretty good on an interview, and the last batch have gone quite well. I guess it has less to do with my actual charisma and more to do with the fact that I'm finally going for jobs that really fit my disposition (and skill level).

I've been focusing on jobs outside of financial services (in which I'd worked for most of my time in New York), since I never really felt comfortable in that field. It doesn't hurt that the financial sector has been struggling of late and jobs there are scarce, but I have been looking elsewhere anyway. It has been particularly nice to be interested not only in the specific work I could be doing, but also the industry in which it is done. I don't want to get too specific now, but I've been looking for work in non-corporate environments, so even tho I'd still be doing web-related work, it's in aid of something a little more noble, frankly, than straight money management.

The hope here is to produce what they call a 'career' as opposed to simply another job. I'm not there yet, but I finally have a clear idea of what I'm capable of at least. And, short of getting a full time job herding cats (and believe me, I've looked), I feel like I could actually find one in short order.

Do onto neighbors what you do to yourself

Carlos

I firmly believe that a leading economic indicator of recovery can be traced directly to the adoption of pets from shelters and foster families. We have just adopted out our third cat in the year 2010, which, I am almost embarrassed to say, is equal to the number of cats we adopted out in the whole of 2009. I don't wanna say 2009 was cursed, exactly, but … let's say I'm glad that year is in the bag.

Our latest adoptee is Carlos, who was only here as an official adoption candidate for just one week. He had been living in our yard for a few months, but he only got neutered last Thursday. When he first showed up, we didn't know he was tame, and he really kept his distance. Slowly, he would let us get closer and closer until the day I finally petted him. It is interesting to realize a cat as either feral or tame, as it changes your estimation of the cat quite a bit. A feral cat kind of needs to live outside, they will never 'get' humans, and they are most comfortable at least arm's length away from us.

But the tame ones have known humans in their past, and know they can be sources of comfort. We never find out where these tame cats come from, but they usually need some help remembering that they like people. So it was with Carlos, who met his new person like a lapcat who had never spent a night in a storage tub full of straw. It's nice to see that once you win them over, they're usually all right in their new homes, more or less.

I'm excited to finally adopt one of our fosters out to a neighbor, in this case a couple who live next door to us. I feel sort of bad, in that I had never really thought of my block as a potential source of adopters. After all, this neighborhood and its environs are the source of most of the cats we take in. But clearly not every person on this block is an irresponsible pet owner.  Carlos' new family are recent transplants from the south side of Williamsburg so we can be sure they haven't contributed to the stray cat population. But I will be more aware of this nearby resource and hope to adopt out more cats to my neighbors.

So good luck, Carlos (or whatever his name ends up being)! I took him over to his new home and he immediately took to it, in no small part I'm sure because the place wasn't crawling with cats like our house.

All is lost/It's all right

Motico, my band, has been quietly (yet loudly) been recording and finishing up our album over the past few months. We finally had the recordings mastered last week (in between job interviews and cat-trapping!) The results are, obviously, awesome. This is the first time we recorded in 'real' studios and had things handled by people who know what they're doing every step of the way. Aside from one record years ago, everything else we've done was recorded in our basement, so this is very exciting.

We recorded 15 songs and will be releasing some of them on vinyl, once we pin down which ones exactly. Music purists will be able to purchases these records and everybody else can get it on iTunes in time. Until then, here's a selection from our travails:

Motico – Career Open To Talent

Thanks to Justin at Kerguelen Studios and Paul at Salt Mastering.

P.S. Thanks to Bob at Gimme Tinnitus for turning me onto the Yahoo Media Player,  it's neat!

Get in the van

Jumbee and Carlos

After a hiatus of cat-fixing of several months, I was finally able to get Jumbee and Carlos done last week, thanks to the help of NYSeiler and Lari from Care for Cats, Inc. My access to the mobile spay vans that had fixed most of our cats was essentially lost, so I'd been scratching my head as to where to find new sources of help. We have a constant parade of cats coming to our feeding station, and the severity of this winter brought many new faces out.  As many as 7 new cats have been regular visitors this season, all more or less adults, some tame and some feral. It's a lot of cats, but not nearly enough to book a spay van of my own. However, other folks out there have the requisite number of cats and are able to schedule the van to come to their residence.

But a van can usually process some 25 cats a day, so there are usually some empty slots.  Such was the case last Thursday so I got the two most prominent members of the new crew up to Corona, Queens. They were neutered, vaccinated and tested (all clear!) They're back home and doing awesome. Now all the usuals around my house are fixed, I can focus on the remaining drifters.

The 5 or so remaining cats don't live in the yard, but come by often. I am hoping to continue this cat networking to find more upcoming open slots to get these guys done as well. The hope is we can build an informal network of concerned cat people who can alert each other as spots come up.

Don't forget we still have some cats to adopt out!

Journeyman

Journeyman, another new (enormous) face

I can see my lifetime piling up

Snow

Okay it was kind of pretty for a while

The thing that always bugs me about snow is everybody's reaction to it. When it's imminent, everybody gets excited, running around to the store in anticipation of getting trapped in their homes (hey, some of us face this prospect daily), or the interest in seeing the beauty of snow-covered garbage or something.

But the day after the snow has fallen, everybody hates it, whines about the icy sidewalks and slush-filled puddles. Snow that sits around for a few days gets an impacted, stale look to it, and what was momentarily a winter wonderland becomes a constant irritant everywhere you look.

Anyway that's what it seems like to me. Even when I try to get into this fleeting 'fun' notion of snowfall, dread always looms in my gullet as it approaches. Mostly this is because I have to shovel the damn stuff. This isn't just some neighborly thing, it's a law that states that snow must be cleared within a few hours after the snow stops falling. In all the hype, I ended up shoveling three times on Wednesday, for fear that the snow would accumulate so high that waiting until it was over would mean backbreaking labor.

When I saw there were barely 9 inches total I felt like a dope for falling for it. I guess all my extra shoveling did make it a little easier by the time I shoveled the last bit, but next time I plan to forgo the hysterical news reports and watch Groundhog Day until the snow is over.