I’ll be at Jewcy for one more day. Then things should get back to normal around here.

Texas Meryl, an old blog-pal of mine, asked me to let you know about her daughters Bat Mitzvah project. (I knew I forgot do to something!)

Better late than never.

(Geez, TX Meryl, she really grew up! What a beauty!)

Is anyone out there truly surprised to hear this?

“Moderate” PA head Abbas: Killing Israelis legitimate - killing Palestinians not
“PA Chairman Abu Mazen (Mahmoud Abbas) said that it is legitimate to turn rifles against the occupation, but Palestinian blood must not be spilled.

At the annual rally of Fatah in Ramallah Abu Mazen said that if there won’t be one authority and one weapon - there will be no Palestinian existence.

He repeated that the Palestinians will not compromise on refugees and on Jerusalem and will not agree to a state in temporary borders. The chairman of the PA added that the Palestinians want a just peace for their children and grandchildren and thus stretch out their hands in peace.

Via IMRA.

If you can spare a few dollars, send it to Gary Farber. He’s really hurting, physically, mentally, and financially. Hit his Paypal button if you can.

It’s bad enough he suffers from gout, an extremely painful disease. But he’s also suffering from profound clinical depression.

I have a lifelong history of recurring profound clinical depression.

Lifelong, since childhood, though I didn’t know anything about it until my early 20s, when I was first diagnosed (and should have been in treatment since early childhood).

It has a great many symptons, and reachs, and I’ve evolved somewhat over the years in the ways I cope, in some circumstances.

It’s led to my scattered, often-disasterous, fragmented, semi-life, with many long periods of semi-homelessness, or being on the verge of homelessness, and to my being unable to hold a steady job for long. All my life it’s ended up being temp jobs, or freelance work, or short-term jobs, or no jobs, and eventually losing the temp ones I had, quickly or slowly, with the job at Avon Books in 1986-9 being the only real permanent job with the faintest promise, and I screwed that by getting fired in 1989, after my depression after my father and Terry Carr died the same week. (And then screwed pursuing a lot of other promising publishing opportunities after that, after my depression over losing my job.)

I could go through an endlessly long list of all the other times, both before that, and since then, that depression (in many forms, including panic attacks, fear, near-catatonic inability to do anything except panic, or semi-sleep, and on and on — just a literal inability to do things, talk to people, leave my apartment/room, etc., plus lots more at different times) has kept me from doing what I needed to do to get a job, work, keep a functional sleep/wake schedule, cope with minimal necessities, and so on, thus resulting in my desperate situations at times, with several times I would have been indefinitely on the streets if not for someone taking me in for a while.

Does anyone out there have room for another cat?

Molly is approximated at age 10 years, she weighs 5.7 lbs. She is negative on feline AIDS and leukemia, and has had her shots. Her vet records are Eastridge Animal Hospital, and of course I have copies of them too. I am located in Gastonia, Just over the Meck County line, so I’m not far from Charlotte. (I work in downtown Charlotte, and I’m only 23 minutes away from the downtown area.) Molly is spayed and gets along fine with dogs. She seems to be ok with other cats so far.

Please let me know if I can give you any additional information as this cat will be surrendered to the vet by week’s end to be put to sleep if I cannot place her, and I just don’t want to have to go that course. Thank you, Suze

I have her phone number if you can adopt Molly. Her owner died suddenly recently, and it’s a long, sad story.

I should start thinking about someone to take Tig and Gracie if anything happened to me. Yes, I’m in good health, but who knows what the future holds?

Update: Molly has a new home. Thanks very much to those of you who offered to help.