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So my cat, Murphy (or “kitty,” as I always called him), perished in the early winter 2010, succumbing to lymphoma. I said no, I’m not getting a new cat any time soon when anyone asked. But four days ago on my way out in the evening to go to a “dinner party,” I was interrupted while mounting my bicycle by a persistent mewling (this kept me from mounting). Mewling source turned out to be a kitter kat two stoops down, and I approached said kitter. Usually feral Brooklyn cats know to run in fear when approached, but this one climbed up and in fact onto me, ending up purring on my shoulders. Violet, who lives in the building the stoop belongs to and who had set out the food that had attracted kitty to the stoop in q came out and quickly talked me into keeping him. So I did. Without further ado, here is tim:

Mind you this is after (seriously) seven baths with dishwashing liquid, since feral cats in Brooklyn apparently sleep in pools of motor oil, so maybe he’s a bit woozy from Dawn fumes. He still smells like a jiffy-lube. So I’ll excuse him for the fact that he’s drinking from an obviously unscrubbed toilet while he has a bowl of what has often been called the best tap water in the continental U.S. rather nearby:

I guess the toilet is filled with the same yummy water. But I never poop in that red bowl; it’s my favorite bowl.

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One of my houseplants has been inoculated with a fungus and the fungus is trying to reproduce! So on moist mornings I get a bunch of friendly little mushrooms as breakfast companions.

I love my local NPR station. I’m a total addict. There are other stations I listen to, sure, such as WFMU, but I need my talk. Anyway, my little NPR station (actually the largest in the country) recently added a new show in the morning rotation. It’s called “The Takeaway.” Joe Nocera in The Times has a really interesting column on the show and the station’s attempts to adopt its business model to the podcast age. Apparently local stations are at risk of being swept under as NPR content becomes increasingly available straight from the mothership.

So all of a sudden the show that was playing when my alarm turned the radio on wasn’t Morning Edition any more, but instead this new, worse show. I almost made it through one entire episode before I had to turn it off; it was just too awful. Apparently the idea is to recapitulate Morning Edition while “revving it up” for the ADD crowd with a theme song consisting of a fast cymbal tap and jump-cut transitions between short, punchy stories (albeit interleaved with more traditional medium-length interviews). The back and forth between the hosts, John Hockenberry and Adaora Udoji is fast-paced and casual and the show jumps from continent to continent by including reports from BBC correspondents. Annoyingly, they also added a “modern communications technology” shading by leaving in the little “bleeps” that demarcate satellite transmission blocks. (Possibly these are synthetic bleeps that merely suggest the electronic bleeps used to demarcate satellite transmissions blocks, I’m not sure).

The show also features “audience participation,” maybe modeled on the BBC’s practice of reading instant listener SMS responses to stories. It actually kinda works for the BBC but in practice on The Takeaway, this aspect captures the general inanity pretty well. A few days ago Bo Diddley died and their obit was bespangled with a call-in that went something like this:

Bo Diddley, a lot of people covered his songs, so call in with your favorite cover song. bleep. “Hi, this is jamie, and my cover song is Jimi Hendrix, ‘All Along the Watchtower.’” bleep. Hockenberry: “Yes, that’s a really good cover song.”

It mystifies me that while WNYC is relentlessly plugging this unfortunate misfire, they quietly cancelled the actually funny (and increasingly polished) Fair Game (at least as far as I can tell) which is also produced there. Oh, well, there’s always podcasts.

Manhattan is a very dangerous place to bicycle, straight up. But both of my major bike-related injuries occurred in Brooklyn, and though that’s probably because I live here, and so bike here more often, I don’t know that Brooklyn really gets its proper props as a very dangerous place to pedal. Probably the greatest threat comes from other people on the road, mainly in cars, but they often won’t stop to be photographed, or if they have stopped, are hard to really capture from a prone position, what with all those EMTs and ambulances in the way. Bad streets though can be just as insidious and just lie there while you click away. So I started carrying my camera on my bike to preserve a record of the offenses (click the images for nice, big versions; the street names link to google streetview images of the roads in question).

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