Archive for February, 2008
- A Deep Breath
A hardware upgrade is occurring this week, and while worlds continue to spin in the Whistle & Fish universe, documenting their revolutions is trying. In other words, updates will be sparse this week. Once things have settled down, we’ll return to our usual daily mischief. Until then, I hope you will bear patiently with us.
25 February 2008- Abu Remembers American Religion
For most of the afternoon, Abu and Ajamu scoured the plain, cutting thorn bushes and dragging them into a crude circle. Then they collected dried dung and piled it in the center of the thorny fortress. At twilight, Ajamu set the dung afire, certain they were immune from all but the most ravenous lions. Without […]
24 February 2008- Metamorphosis
“Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: ‘Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the […]
23 February 2008- 20 Questions (Sorta)
A number of questions (both philosophical and incidental) have yet to be answered in our daily circus sensations at Whistle & Fish. Here are a few of we must tackle in the coming days:
What has become of Abu and Ajamu? Will they ever find sufficient sustenance to nourish their village or will they be consumed […]
21 February 2008- Tess Takes a Walk
When Gabriel slept during the night of a near-full moon he had to play Argentine bossa nova music in his head to stay asleep. Most nights Tess tolerated it by shutting out his thoughts and resting in a blank, silent space near him on the bed. But after his long walk with drunken Stingo, he […]
20 February 2008- Rain Fleas
Reggie motioned me closer, so he could speak surreptitiously. When I was near he said quietly, “A werewolf with a Che Guevara beret, a good imagination, and an orange tomcat can achieve anything he has a mind to achieve. Trust me on this.”
I nodded and wondered what on earth he was talking about.
“You know,” he […]
18 February 2008- Sabu
Naturally, I thought the knock on Christmas Eve would be Santa Claus, but it wasn’t. Instead, a shivering, raven-haired, sienna-skinned man stood on the porch. Through chattering teeth he said:
“Have you a shovel I might borrow? My elephant had an accident in your front yard.”
I stuck my head out of the doorway and glanced at […]
17 February 2008- Tess
Gabriel knew it was a bad idea a second after he reached for the brown bottle in the cooler and twisted off its cap. By then he was committed: he tipped it up and drank down a third of the amber liquid. It was bitter, biting, sweet and effervescent all at once. He found he […]
16 February 2008- Fish Ghosts Haunt This Place
Tonight the creek is empty; all the fish have swum upstream. I’m sorry. I meant to bring a rainbow trout to the table, but it will have to wait for another day. We’ll dine on dust instead. Dust and mimosa fans. And I’ll drink your tears if you’ll drink mine.
15 February 2008- Ish, Isha and the Great Fall
Let me assure you, the whole apple in the garden story is a hoax. The little truth it contains is shrouded in symbols hiding metaphoric undergarments; and those desiring holy absolutes (and that’s most of the Thumpers) are vexed by it. For them it’s a snake in a tree, and when things go wrong, it’s […]
14 February 2008
