several things

magical magical dogs. i met polly on my stoop with a woman with fifties hair, blonde and very sculpted, not hair as much as a frame. polly is this woman's angel, her shadow. polly also has "fly chasing disorder." she chases flies, or whatever else she's seeing -- and why limit it to flies? they could be dragons or tinkerbells or dog penises. she jumps after them and snaps at the air. dogs are really fucking magical. the world as it is is full of OUR dreams, our memories full of things that never were and shall never be. the air is thick with our imaginings, many of them quite literally guide our development and define the future, the world yet unseen. and dogs are doing that too with their maladjusted little heads. their piss probably reeks of neuroses, i bet other dogs can smell it. it is a rich and strange world when you know that even -- or especially -- the little brains of dogs aren't functioning quite right. it's like the toy room in bladerunner. what a lot of misbehavior there is to see behind.

http://www.petalia.com.au/Templates/StoryTemplate_Process.cfm?specie=Dogs&story_no=1530

technology ahead of its time is indistinguishable from magic, think dogs noses i guess. that'd be a depressing view, probably the truest one though. we'll excavate their minds, explain their oddities, demolish their mystery. we just need the equipment. and to hold our heads rather lower.

also, i hadn't heard of ernie kovacs before and that guy is fucking terrific. youtube him, dearest k!

love,
frank