Pynchon's God is a Dog or a Dead Horse Dixon Whipped of Didn't with a Slave Dealer

[Paul Mackin]

On 3/4/2012 10:33 AM, barbie gaze wrote:
> Yesterday I was late to work because I could not take my eyes off a
> young man who first caught my attention when he bent over; he had a
> large plastic bag over each hand. I was checking out his butt. But the
> plastic bags were a curiousity still. When two huge dogs dumped their
> loads on the grass and the young man collected these steming piles of
> dog doo, I got to thinking of Pynchon's dogs. Dog,  as every catholic
> school boy knows, is God in reverse. When I saw the handsome, dare I
> say, beautiful young man with the rock hard glutes, I understood what
> only dog lovers and Pynchon fanatics have known all along. Dixon! Oh,
> did I mention that the young man called one of the dogs Dixon and the
> other one Slave Dealer. Yup. Ain't that a horse of a different quaker?

The dog in our household's name does evoke much of anything,  but I do 
plastic bag duty with her whenever her "mother" is sick or something.

Ten or twenty years ago nobody picked up after their beloved pets-now 
practically everybody does. Little changes observed over time.

People around her here mostly don't speak to each other but only to the 
dog on the other end of the leash. Only THEY have names (the dogs).

P