January’s poem

More raiding of government buildings. This time, in Brazil. Good grief.

Funny thing, Ecuadorians stage actual, effective coups, and I’m not always devoid of sympathy for the insurgents. Some day I really ought to work out the differences between the various cases.

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This month’s poem is by Los Tigres del Norte.

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Yo te regalaba todo

todo lo que me pedías

Sin embargo, me reclamas

(¡Y te daba hasta mi vida!)

Pero tú ¿qué me has dado?

Falsas promesas de amor

Pero tú ¿qué me has dado?

Golpes en el corazón

Yo te regalaba todo

Hoy reñimos (si te olvidas)

Salí mal con mis amigos

porque tú no los querías

Pero tú ¿qué me has dado?

Todo lo perdí por ti

Pero tú ¿qué me has dado?

Solo me has hecho sufrir

Para sanar las heridas

voy a buscar otro amor

Casi arruinaste mi vida

golpeando mi corazón

Yo te regalaba todo

Con mi madre discutía

Me quería abrir los ojos

Perdóname, madre mía

Pero tú ¿qué me has dado?

Falsas promesas de amor

Pero tú ¿qué me has dado?

Golpes en el corazón

Para sanar las heridas

voy a buscar otro amor

Casi arruinaste mi vida

golpeando mi corazón

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Ziva

To prepare to teach Spanish at Bethel, I’m listening to “Banano’s Bar” and “Monster Truck” by Plastilina Mosh. I might teach the whole course upon the topic of Plastilina Mosh. (I might design the other, more advanced, course around the topic of Los Tigres del Norte.)

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Ziva, a kitten, has been brought for a visit to our apartment. Karin & I wish to see how Ziva and Jasper get along. If they do well enough, we might adopt Ziva to be Jasper’s little sister.

So far they’ve been stalking each other and growling, and Jasper’s hair has been standing on end. This is the best he’s gotten along with another cat.

Does anyone know, how good are their chances? How likely is it that two strange cats will become friends?

Jasper has just swatted at Ziva’s head. Not a good sign.

Here is a photo of Ziva.

Here is a photo of Sadie, a very mean, grown-up cat whom Karin & I like to visit at the Humane Society.

The Humane Society put up this photo to advertise Sadie to the people who might wish to adopt a cat. Sadie looks angry pretty much all of the time. She is so mean, she has her own room, away from the other cats. It took weeks before she warmed up to us. Then, one day, she allowed Karin to stroke her.

“Sadie,” I said, “would you like to come home with us to be Jasper’s wife?”

Sadie clawed Karin and ran away.

Ziva has better adoptive prospects. We may arrange another visit between her and Jasper, and then decide whether to bring her into our family.