Friday, May 22, 2009


"An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language." - Martin Buber

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Exchange While Examining a Stage 3 Multiple Myeloma

Well Meaning Co-worker: You count your differentials funny. Look how your hand is rounded on the keys whereas I keep my fingers flat.

Me: (as heard by Well Meaning Co-worker) It's the penis in me. I keep my hand curled around it as I did when I was a child or else I would get my wrists slapped.

Well Meaning Co-worker: (Aghast, blushing.) WHAT?!?

Me: Yeah, it sounds a little barbaric right? And I think those semi-abusive tactics only serve to suppress the artist. Probably why I don't play now.

Well Meaning Co-worker: Play what? The penis?!?

Me:(staring blankly after a moment of thought) PIANIST.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

What I Want for My Birthday

My boyfriend astutely reminded me last week that it had been a rediculously long time since I posted on my blog. So here's one for you, baby!! Buy this for me:

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


It's interesting. For some reason, I childishly assumed things would feel immediately different when Obama took office. Things are has a different aura, but today at work I remember forgetting about that aura, and caring more about erythroleukemia than the fact that I may or may not be getting another stimulus check.

This remarkable episode of Frontline aired yesterday and I watched it again today. I found it to be almost obscenely candid about the life and arrogance of our new Commander-In-Chief. Of particular note are the somewhat subversive yet coyly ironic comments of Ben Wallace-Wells. He comes across like an asshole, but then again, so do I, especially when I feel like my cats are hotter than I am.

Thursday, January 08, 2009


I had a sudden downward mood swing this afternoon after leaving work. I called my sweetie to say hi hello, oh hello how was work oh fine we were slow today smooch smooch okay bye and then BANG!! Inexplicably.

Well, maybe not inexplicably. I think it may be vacation withdrawal. Or boyfriend withdrawal. Or sex withdrawal. Or all of the above. I feel so crazy batty, but I haven't quite been driven to the lengths of battiness as when I accidentally watch this show. Or this show. Or this show.

Its a hodgepodge of anxiety, anger, negativity, and bitterness. Rar.