03.15.10

i fear we might be nearing the conclusion of steve's imaginary calendar phase. he's still goddamn adorable, mind you, but he's growing so enthusiastically that he no longer fits in many of the things (boots, bookshelves, purses, shopping bags) he'd hop into for the insta-cute. we considered staging a bonsai kitten intervention with joe's monolithic chicken soup jar from the 2nd avenue deli - o steve, i remember when you were but a matzoh ball! - but i think that ship is out of the barn. we knew we were approaching terminal kitten-image velocity when he went after joe's sneaker laces the other night and assumed the official hang in there! pose, which is sort of the baby-animal enactment of godwin's law. the end is nigh!

then steve was like, "i have a bowl for you."

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in non-kitten news (i'm still literate, technically), meredith blake's new yorker online look at the harry ransom center's incredible and heartbreaking david foster wallace archive (including ten PDFs) is pretty great, though hard to read.
The archive also contains an extensive amount of writing from Wallace’s childhood and youth: a whimsical childhood poem about vikings ["For all these reasons stay away / from a viking every day."], signed “David Foster Wallace”; school essays about “Pride and Prejudice” and “Moby Dick”; four issues of “Sabrina,” the Amherst humor magazine he co-founded with his roommate, Mark Costello. For an author who leapt with astonishing rapidity from youthful promise into adult virtuosity, the juvenilia may prove especially illuminating.
oh, DFW.

13 comments:

tanthalas said...

Is that a Sherlock Holmes movie reference I see?

kidchamp said...

i...don't think so? d'you mean the bowl?

LPC said...

Saved by the bowl. And we get only one of those badabing sayings in our lifetimes.

tanthalas said...

Hehe, sorry for not being clear - I meant the "ship out of the barn" phrase. But it's just my mind being way too connect-everything-together again. :)

tanthalas said...

And hmm, technically it probably wasn't even a barn in the movie (since there was a marked lack of barnyard animals). I just like to think that it was.

baby jo said...

please don't tell me that steve jumped onto the counter straight from the floor to get into that bowl and assume the outrageously cute position that you've documented. ruby can't even jump onto our bed, and i do believe she has at least 6 months on him.

kidchamp said...

@LPC: thirteen years later, i'm still giggling at the college boyfriend who walked across my parents' backyard, looked into the jacuzzi at the edge of the garden, and began to sing "another worm bites the dust."

(what do earthworms get out of jacuzzis, anyway?)

@T: ah, gotcha. it was but a garden variety mixed metaphor, i'm afraid.

@jo: naw, that was chair to table to counter. he maxes out at under three feet now.

in other news, i totally made cookie dough in that bowl.

Milkmaid's dumb friend said...

Yeah, cuddlesome, bewhiskered, real cute—for now—but fall asleep watching TV just once with The Ghost and The Darkness coming up next and it’s a hop, skip and a jump to bones forever under your elephantine couch and Val Kilmer perched on a machan in your kitchen.

And is it too much to ask that the Harry Ransom Center post a list online of said two-hundred heavily annotated books in alphabetical order by author? I’m making a pitiable phone call right now to my friend in Austin begging him to be my reconnoiterer.

kidchamp said...

it's true, MDF. you can see his maneater face reflected in the bowl in the fifth picture.

that list would be rather like one of those john-hughes-loaded ipods.

Milkmaid's dumb friend said...

You will let us know how those Steve Gnash cookies turned out I hope.

Peonies said...

Kitten in a bowl! Kitten in a bowl!

Rachel (heart of light) said...

Bonsai kittens are a brilliant idea! Someone must work this out.

jen said...

i'd be a lot more concerned about this photo series if i didn't know you were a strict vegetarian...