Required - one new noodle shop in Boston (preferably T-accessible) that knocks your socks off. I've gone too long with just visits to other cities for my bowl of noodle-y goodness.
So I have finaly joined the masses and am now on Twitter. Photoray. Feel free to add me!
So, like, I had an appointment with the eye doctor yesterday.
He had these horrible photos of diseased, mucusousy eyes hanging on every single wall of the exam room. (And as his computer's screen saver)
Plus, the most disgusting part, he kept coughing and hacking and trying to bring up a lung at all during my exam.
Now I know why all those eyes were diseased.
I immediately got in the car and ran a Wet One over my hands and face and came home and washed and disinfected.
And people say you can trust doctors.
Uh, that would be a "no you can not."
Once again, I have been terrible about updating here. Between my "real" job, weddings, and shows I hardly have any free time. As always though, it's been a total blast. Check out some more pictures from Raven {who put on an amazing show} here, and The Vans Warped Tour here. Next up, The Masters Of Metal Tour!
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Back in the pre-ipod days, my favorite pal Sean and I worked for a record shop/label. We sat on two matching Costco stools with big ol' Sony headphones, sampling music and writing up reviews. When a particularly bangin' tune came across our desks, we'd trade each other headphones and make the appropriate faces depending on how good it really was.
Now Sean and I both have proper jobs (he's got credits on Justin Timberlake's album, for one) but the internets has made it easy to swap those headphones. Here's three choons he pointed me to today - drum-n-bass in the Hospital Records fashion.
(no videos, really, just sound.)
That's pretty much what these past few weeks have been like...a long, drawn out game of good news/bad news, with every bad news item being something that costs more money than I really should be able to afford to spend, and every good news item basically relying on my ability to have a sense of humor about it...because there really hasn't been much good news at all, other than the usual things in my life that I am grateful for and are always there: good friends, sweet children, my job and co-workers...and that overall "I'm a relatively privileged American and have a great deal more than most as my baseline" thing that keeps me from feeling terribly sorry for myself.
At any rate, it turns out at the end of it all that the worst news of all was actually good news in disguise. I went to the vet today to have more of Twyla's stitches removed, and the vet informed me that the huge bleeding tumor that "had to come out"...was merely a bad infection. However, the small, unassuming little tumor they accidentally found and removed in the process of removing the big, scary, bleeding one...was an early stage of cancer. Thus, my sweet puppy was saved by a big bleeding tumor. At least for now.
I mean, I'm trying to be realistic here...cancer doesn't always just go away when you remove the tumor. But the placement of this tumor (under her front leg at the shoulder joint) was such that I would never have detected it until it was large enough to impede movement...and the vet believes they caught it before it spread. There's still a probability that more tumors and more problems will crop up...but we have a reprieve. Twyla can recover...and I have time to weigh my options about treatment and perhaps research alternative cancer therapy for dogs.
I'm having a hard time dealing with the future right now, though. I just want to stare at that damn dog and marvel at our present state of unbelievable good luck. It was a sheep in wolf's clothing. Imagine that! hahaha.
What were you afraid of when you were younger that seems silly to you now?
Submitted by wandie
I've always been a bad sleeper - god bless my parents for putting up with me as a kid who didn't really sleep. Plus, my mom says the dog used to come wake them up whenever I was up, so they probably suffered more than I did.
What used to scare me in my sleep was this loud "ka thunk ka thunk" noise that I thought was a bunch of military shells going off. (We lived right by an Army base, so this wasn't as far-fetched as it sounds.) It took me YEARS to ignore it, and even longer to figure out that the sound was my own heartbeat, which only got louder the more I held my ears.
And I still don't sleep all that well.
Eighteen years ago today I got married, providing the last laugh for a lot of people. I was the one who had forsworn marriage, at least until I was 50. I was so sure of it, I'd made several bets on it.
Never paid up, because I'm cheap like that.
I'm all Endicott now. Paying the bills, washing the plates, upstanding as hell.
I ain't complaining. I got a good deal.
It's already being suggested that John McCain lifted his "cross in the dirt" moment - recounted at Rick Warren's Mega Church the other day - from Alexander Solzhenitsyn's "Gulag Archipelago".
It would be a shame if he did. But I'm willing to allow that the experience could have happened and move on. Or even that McCain conflated Solzhenitsyn's experience with his own after reading "Gulag Archipelago." I really don't care. And I don't want to see the partisan wrangling over whether he lied or just "misremembered."
I think we've got more pressing concerns at this point. Among many other things, I want to know how he or Obama are going to handle Iraq (notice I didn't say "get us out of..." 'cause that's a pipe dream). I want to know how they're going to try and stem the tied of our collapsing banking system. I want to know what emphasis they're going to place on the monstrous rise of HIV (especially in black and gay communities). I want to know how they'll handle Iran, Israel, and Syria (to name a few). I want to know about their long range plans for a sane energy policy.
