My rabbit is back. This rabbit is the strangest, most tame, rabbit I’ve ever encountered. When I go outside cheesy music from Dances With Wolves begins to play and the rabbit and I intensely regard one another. She refuses to move even when I’m three feet away from her, impetuously chewing her grass with a sense of indifference. Perhaps I’m undergoing some strange Deleuzian “becoming-rabbit”. That doesn’t sound very interesting though. Why does my totem animal have to have cute little ears and a fluffy white tail? I’m like Tyler Durden discovering that my totem is a penguin.
Things aren’t all bad, however. The rabbit– I’ll call her “Two-Socks” in keeping with the Dances With Wolves motif –is a revolutionary rabbit… A real Badiouian subject of truth. Yesterday she dug a little burrow in the middle of my back yard, tearing up all sorts of grass. I would have no truck with this and threw down some blood meal to drive her away. What do I find today? Well there she was, digging yet another burrow. This is clear, irrefutable evidence that she is a subject of truth maintaining fidelity to an event, reinterpreting all the elements of the situation in terms of her truth. My hypothesis is that she is contesting bourgeois capitalist power structures and the hegemony of lawns over vegetable gardens. I suspect that she’s a familiar sent by my wicked friend Melanie to torment me in my hollow middle class existence. Or maybe she just got knocked up and finds the tall grass of my unkept lawn to be a nice place to lay the results of her rutting.
May 20, 2009 at 4:16 am
Yeah, that’s why I usually dig around there on a Friday night. . . the bloodmeal was a nasty shock though, I have to admit.
May 20, 2009 at 4:23 am
Damn you, Jon! I knew it was you and your vegetarian, yoga twisting, super cool semantic parsing, ultra diplomatic ways! Now I know I need to get a pellet gun to get rid of the varmits!
May 20, 2009 at 5:32 am
…or maybe behind that narcissistic cat mask you wear to keep up with the fierce competition, you’re just a good old sentimental BEAR, dr. Sinthome.
May 20, 2009 at 3:06 pm
I think you’re right about the knocked-up thing.
I don’t know about the Badiouian thing, because I don’t understand French people.
May 20, 2009 at 7:01 pm
Rabbits are a major nuisance at the local airport, people park cars, come back and cannot start them because rabbits chewed on some wiring for no reason – I think community is now deciding what to do, cars are sacred property in America, can’t just destroy cars, you know?
Can you just hose the rabbit?