I listened to Frank Zappa's Hot Rats album yesterday because it was recommended on a jazz subreddit. It wasn't bad, but I don't think it's quite jazz. Close maybe, more like prog rock, except instead of classic influences it seemed to have middle eastern influences.
I'm reading about Kashgar in The Silk Road by Bill Porter. Supposedly the city was saved by rats once, as they ate up the invading army's horse straps, they thought they were attacked by ghosts and left. Some people feed the rats because they are seen as allies.
I think about the rat priest in Thomas Pynchon's novel V.
I think about Liz Lemon boyfriend Dennis Duffy's riff about the rat king, where they get tangled up together and become one, NYC myth.
They put a big inflatable rat in front of buildings where unions are on strike in NYC.
Nibbles out of my bread let me know mice have access to my house. When I take care of a cat, he gets a mouse for me. Rats aren't mice, but they are perhaps cousins on the species tree.
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