What is Cheese? Baby, Don’t Hurt Me. Don’t Hurt Me. No More.

Well. When I started th’cheeseblog, it was about cheese. And I had three categories: cheese, not cheese and sort of cheese. Only the “cheese” was spelled f-r-o-m-a-g-e because I was being cute. Har. I’ve noticed over these past months that most of my posts don’t fit in any of those categories. Except for the “not cheese” one and can one really define one’s category by what it is not?

If nothing is about cheese, then how can something be about not-cheese?

I’ve changed the categories to better reflect my topics of conversation. To go back and re-categorize 400 posts makes me squirmy so I’m not going to do that. But from now on, look forward to more appropriate categorization. I know you will look forward to this. It might be better than Christmas for you, who knows. The posts about shoes, for example, will be filed under “shoes.” This should satisfy my need to organize and my need to talk about shoes at what seems like an unnaturally heightened volume, all the time. SHOES! See?

I would like to introduce you to my unnamed talisman dragon dude.

I bought him in Mexico, half an hour before our bus took us to the airport to come home. While Saint Aardvark read Gravity’s Rainbow and scratched his sunburn, I went looking for something pretty to buy with the last of my pesos. I should have bought eight bottles of water, but alas, hindsight, etc. I really wanted a unique, affordable piece of Mexican silver. But after a few days, all the silver jewelry had started to look the same, in the way all the silver jewelry in the stalls on Granville St. looks the same; all peace sign pendants and dolphin rings and hoop earrings. Come to think, even the vendors in Mexico bore a resemblance to those in Vancouver. Anyway, at the last gift shop I had not yet explored, across the street from the hotel and next door to the farmacia I was disappointed to find the familiar mirrored wall of silver jewelry, including Harley Davidson pinky rings, an immediate turn-off. But my eye was caught by a display shelf in the middle of the store chock full of little wooden painted creatures. Most of them were real animals; dogs, catts, pinnipeds. There was even a duck. But the talisman dragon dude was so whimsical and bright and bored out of his tree there, in Mexico, on a gift store shelf, collecting dust. So I took him home.

Damn, now I need a “painted creatures” category.

For pictures of Mexico that we took, travel to saint aardvark’s site. Before you go BEFORE YOU GO!!! know that we have no shame. You might not have known that.

OK. Go.