My human has a friend that sends her photos and drawings of herself, with split lips and black eyes. Her cat gets in accidents too.

WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN, COURTNEY?

She slides out of a launderette.
No, wait. She struts out of a café.

Check that. She stumbles out of a bus.
Or not. She steps out of a bank.

Too dull. She stirs out of a dream.
That sucks. She slips out of a clinic.

The washer is old; the smoke is thick.
The transit is slow; the credit is wrecked.

"This new series looks at contemporary American culture through the austere lens of statistics. Each image portrays a specific quantity of something: fifteen million sheets of office paper (five minutes of paper use); 106,000 aluminum cans (thirty seconds of can consumption) and so on."

Yesterday, when I left the house to deliver a message around 9 am, my human had already been glued to her computer for almost an hour. When I came home, around 6 pm, guess who was still at the computer, still looking at The Infinite Cat Project?

Hello. 2Day I will tell U about:

Hoity Toity Art Thing an Fuckin wit Dick Tater Ships an Information Flaks.

1. Audiocubes at Video In!
   Friday, Feb. 9, 2007, 8 pm, is a "community" performance of ambient-styles music using These Cubes.
   
   Kim Cascone, who Does Make the Most Beautiful Sounds, will B playing Thee Cubes with Bert Schiettecatte, who invented Them.

I have a human. She feeds me, gives me a place to sleep at night, if I so choose, says nice things about me and sometimes sings with me. She is a good human. I am lucky to have met her because you know, often the humans will eat the pigeons or worse, poison a whole colony.

While my human and I lived in an old house, recently, some mice came in to take shelter from the rain. Now, one of the things I find odd about humans is that they really don't like mice. In the case of my human, she woke up every time the mice started running around and began poking around in the cupboards with her flashlight, trying to find them.

Bund, the German version of Friends of the Earth, created balloons that look like our planet printed with the text "The world can't take anymore C02." They attached the uninflated balloons to vehicle tailpipes around the city of Berlin. When the drivers got into their vehicles and started them, the balloons inflated until they burst, causing a loud bang, embarrassment for the drivers and attention to the problem of CO2 emissions into our environment.

Pigeon hopes that they targeted unnecessarily gas guzzling status symbols, like Hummers.

Once upon a time you were a guy all alone. You were like a single hand. Then you met a guy that was just like you - only opposite. Oh! You were happy!

Together you and your opposite hand commenced to beat the shit out any hands that interfered with your happiness. If you were het hands, you had little hands, and continued to fight and plunder and grab all the resources you could so your little hands would grow up with all the advantages. If you were homo hands, you made music and art and other stuff, instead of hands, though sometimes you got hands from het couples who couldn't take care of them, or used tools developed by groups of hands, to make the little hands without the squishy-squishy, bump-bump.

Hello!

Well, there is this Company that makes the Fine Chocolate. So Fine that it is Many Times More Expensive than the the Second Finest Chocolate. So say Noka, anyway.

Well, this Dallas Guy, who does Love the Chocolate, did some Research. Guess what? Those Noka Chocolates are just Bonnat Couverture repackaged and sold, AT A MUCH HIGHER PRICE!

Here, you can read all about it.

Pigeon think it is Good Scam what Hurt No One. The people buying the Chocolate are the Kind that will try to buy the Respect and maybe even the Self-Worth anyway - not to mention Chocolate Industry is One of Worst, for Child Labours and other Abuses of Human's Rights.