I just talked to Anastasia who, as it turns out, won't be back until tomorrow (more time for me to procrastinate on that dish washing assignment).

Anastasia is doing a book proofreading job, filling in for a friend of ours who is out of the country. And, it turns out that my pet fish, "Little Guy", a Silver Tip Tetra that I left in this friend's care many years ago, is still alive and flipping.

I got Little Guy from a pet store in early 1996, so he is more than seven years old. At the time I got him, I had a number of other fish, all of whom eventually died off. Several batches of tetras didn't survive more than 6-12 months at a time. But Little Guy, in the same tank as the others, is still flipping.

btw, I am currently reading Dig Infinity: The Life and Art of Lord Buckley, by Oliver Trager. (I see there is a LordBuckley.com that, unfortunately, doesn't seem to have any Lord Buckley transcripts or audio—used to be able to get some MP3s on Napster.)

So, I think I keep imagining Little Guy "flipping" in some spirit of Lord Buckley's Hipsters, Flipsters and Finger-Poppin' Daddies, Knock Me Your Lobes from his hipsemantic version of Marc Antony's funeral oration in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar). Little Guy is definitely a flipster.