Pictures of family fun on Alex's arrival day...
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
busy week, Sam's trip to the ER
This week and next are really busy because I'm working full time and am on call for 16 days straight, plus we have Buzz's medical school graduation this Saturday. Bryan's mom is here helping with the kids, my parents are here too (helping Buzz pack and move), and Pete and Grace are also visiting. Last night we had dinner with Pete and Grace, without kids - SO nice to see them and catch up. Peter and I found we have independently each developed similar interests in food, nutrition, and Macs :-) (we each bought our first one about 6 weeks ago) , despite not communicating regularly. I felt like I'd found my long-lost twin. :-) That has happened before with other siblings. We don't live in the same state and don't keep up as well as we would like, but when we visit we find we have been doing the same things, unknowingly. Once I visited Laura and saw we had bought the same coat - she in LA and I in SLC.
As if things weren't hectic enough, Wednesday Sam got into Mom's suitcase and took an estimated 600 mg of Tegretol and some adult multivitamins. We spent 6 hours in the ER under observation, and he surprisingly drank up all his activated charcoal with the promise of a popsicle reward. He got a little sleepy but did not slow down much. The nurse said his blood pressure was a little low for a while but it normalized over several hours. Thank goodness that was all there was to it. As I was driving him home from the ER, Cameo called and reminded me (thank goodness!) that I was supposed to take Alex to a birthday party that I had completely forgotten about. I dropped off Sam, put Alex in the car (in her pajamas, since that is what she was wearing), grabbed a gift bag after discovering that we had used all our birthday wrap and had only Christmas wrap, and made it to the party. After that we all had a picnic in the park.
Tomorrow morning, Buzz graduates and I will be the honored one to do the "hooding." I need to iron my old gown, figure out a way to attach the too-large cap to my head long enough to last through the ceremony, and find an outfit that can double for VA neurology rounds and graduation. I'm just hoping there will be no neurologic emergencies between 10 a.m. and noon tomorrow.
As if things weren't hectic enough, Wednesday Sam got into Mom's suitcase and took an estimated 600 mg of Tegretol and some adult multivitamins. We spent 6 hours in the ER under observation, and he surprisingly drank up all his activated charcoal with the promise of a popsicle reward. He got a little sleepy but did not slow down much. The nurse said his blood pressure was a little low for a while but it normalized over several hours. Thank goodness that was all there was to it. As I was driving him home from the ER, Cameo called and reminded me (thank goodness!) that I was supposed to take Alex to a birthday party that I had completely forgotten about. I dropped off Sam, put Alex in the car (in her pajamas, since that is what she was wearing), grabbed a gift bag after discovering that we had used all our birthday wrap and had only Christmas wrap, and made it to the party. After that we all had a picnic in the park.
Tomorrow morning, Buzz graduates and I will be the honored one to do the "hooding." I need to iron my old gown, figure out a way to attach the too-large cap to my head long enough to last through the ceremony, and find an outfit that can double for VA neurology rounds and graduation. I'm just hoping there will be no neurologic emergencies between 10 a.m. and noon tomorrow.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Mother's Day thoughts
Mother's Day ramble - thinking about all the significant moms in my life...
For my own mom, especially for all the ways she taught me how to love.
For my mother-in-law, who has "adopted" me and mothered me for nearly 18 years (!)
For each of my children's birth mothers, who gave them life and had to let them go. Without them, I wouldn't be a mother. Tears, when I think about that.
For their foster mothers, who gave from their hearts and asked nothing in return.
Finally, to Alex and Sam:
Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone
Yet nevertheless
Still my own.
Never forget for a single minute
You didn't grow under my heart,
But in it.
-Author Unknown
For my own mom, especially for all the ways she taught me how to love.
For my mother-in-law, who has "adopted" me and mothered me for nearly 18 years (!)
For each of my children's birth mothers, who gave them life and had to let them go. Without them, I wouldn't be a mother. Tears, when I think about that.
For their foster mothers, who gave from their hearts and asked nothing in return.
Finally, to Alex and Sam:
Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone
Yet nevertheless
Still my own.
Never forget for a single minute
You didn't grow under my heart,
But in it.
-Author Unknown
Times they are a changin'
Major changes have recently occured in my life, both personally and professionally. We're approaching five years since the inception of this blog, and going back to read the posts from May '04 is quite the experience. I suppose its what diaries and journals are for, the chance to go back and read out your thoughts and ideas from another time. Kind of like mental time travel.
One thing is for sure, I am not who I was then. In fact, I am not who I was last year or the year before that. I may have some (we shed and create a lot of cells frequently) of the bodily composition of that person but we are definitely on different wavelengths.
This whole blogging business started off as a documentation of odd and quirky ideas I might have. I had a lot of time on my hands back then, hence the frequency of the posts. With time, the posts have decreased in number but have also slightly sharpened in focus. They may still be random and don't generally adhere to one unified theme, but this thing was meant to be disjointed and arbitrary anyway.
I know blogging has pretty much gone out of style these days, but I never meant for this to be stylish. The more I read my old posts, the more I believe that continuing to write here if only to be able to re-read it later is worthwhile. These next few lines (in no particular order) are for future perusing:
- United are in the Champions league final against Barcelona for a shot at retaining the cup. I believe we are going to win. Did we? I hope it was a good game.
- You've just moved out of home and are currently adjusting to having your own family. Its terrifying and exciting all at once. Having more or less settled now, you have found that through all of this you've discovered that you have an affinity for furniture shopping. Who would've thunk it.
- You're starting studying for your MRCS part B soon. The plan is to pass it first time. I hope that reading this in the future, you remember how it felt to be looking ahead to that. I also hope that you passed.
- You have accumulated a bit of debt, but are confident of repaying it all very soon. I hope that when you re-read this, it will have been replaced by a good amount of savings.
- You are still basking in the glory of having had the best wedding of all time.
- One and a half years in your current job and counting. Still on track with the initial estimate of two to three years in Bahrain followed by training abroad. So, how did that work out then?
- 1st on call, sleepless nights at the hospital working a 1 in 4 rota. Not so bad, considering what you've been through. I hope that when you read this you have had a hell of a lot more experience in operating and are no longer at junior level.
A few more personal things I could've documented here, but I'd rather leave them out of the public arena. Have to run now, but I hope that list makes for interesting reading at some point down the line.
One thing is for sure, I am not who I was then. In fact, I am not who I was last year or the year before that. I may have some (we shed and create a lot of cells frequently) of the bodily composition of that person but we are definitely on different wavelengths.
This whole blogging business started off as a documentation of odd and quirky ideas I might have. I had a lot of time on my hands back then, hence the frequency of the posts. With time, the posts have decreased in number but have also slightly sharpened in focus. They may still be random and don't generally adhere to one unified theme, but this thing was meant to be disjointed and arbitrary anyway.
I know blogging has pretty much gone out of style these days, but I never meant for this to be stylish. The more I read my old posts, the more I believe that continuing to write here if only to be able to re-read it later is worthwhile. These next few lines (in no particular order) are for future perusing:
- United are in the Champions league final against Barcelona for a shot at retaining the cup. I believe we are going to win. Did we? I hope it was a good game.
- You've just moved out of home and are currently adjusting to having your own family. Its terrifying and exciting all at once. Having more or less settled now, you have found that through all of this you've discovered that you have an affinity for furniture shopping. Who would've thunk it.
- You're starting studying for your MRCS part B soon. The plan is to pass it first time. I hope that reading this in the future, you remember how it felt to be looking ahead to that. I also hope that you passed.
- You have accumulated a bit of debt, but are confident of repaying it all very soon. I hope that when you re-read this, it will have been replaced by a good amount of savings.
- You are still basking in the glory of having had the best wedding of all time.
- One and a half years in your current job and counting. Still on track with the initial estimate of two to three years in Bahrain followed by training abroad. So, how did that work out then?
- 1st on call, sleepless nights at the hospital working a 1 in 4 rota. Not so bad, considering what you've been through. I hope that when you read this you have had a hell of a lot more experience in operating and are no longer at junior level.
A few more personal things I could've documented here, but I'd rather leave them out of the public arena. Have to run now, but I hope that list makes for interesting reading at some point down the line.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Mother's Day laugh
Alex and Sam made me a sweet collection of things for Mother's Day at preschool. There were drawings, handprints, cards, and an adorable little picture frame. The best, though, was Alex's creation called "My Mom." On the front is a picture she drew of me, complete with long, stick-thin legs :-) and hands with about 15 fingers on them. Then, on the second page, is some information about me. According to Alex:
My mom is "75 years" old.
My mom has "blonde brown" colored hair.
My mom's favorite thing to do is: "painting"
My Mom likes to eat: "snow peas"
My favorite dinner that my mom makes me is: "cereal"
THis is how my Mom makes it: "She gets it from the cabinet. I eat it. My tummy gets so full and I can't eat it anymore."
I like to help my Mom: "do everything"
My mom is the best mom in the whole world because: "she's the boss!"
I am sooooooooooo thankful to have such a funny little girl who makes me laugh!
My mom is "75 years" old.
My mom has "blonde brown" colored hair.
My mom's favorite thing to do is: "painting"
My Mom likes to eat: "snow peas"
My favorite dinner that my mom makes me is: "cereal"
THis is how my Mom makes it: "She gets it from the cabinet. I eat it. My tummy gets so full and I can't eat it anymore."
I like to help my Mom: "do everything"
My mom is the best mom in the whole world because: "she's the boss!"
I am sooooooooooo thankful to have such a funny little girl who makes me laugh!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
battles
I am feeling discouraged after an extra long battle of wills with Alex tonight. Ugh. :-(
She is a tough kid sometimes. Today she told me, "I need help calming down because I don't calm down very well by myself." I think she's heard us talking about her! At least she's aware of her issues. :-) I'm open to suggestions if anyone knows how to teach a 4-year-old to calm herself down.
She is a tough kid sometimes. Today she told me, "I need help calming down because I don't calm down very well by myself." I think she's heard us talking about her! At least she's aware of her issues. :-) I'm open to suggestions if anyone knows how to teach a 4-year-old to calm herself down.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Mix.dj
Para l@s amantes de la música electrónica.
Si tienes una fiesta en casa y no tienes una gran selección de temas o no te apetece marcarte tus propias mezclas dale al ratón, elige lo que quieres escuchar y a bailar.
Si no estás registrado puedes escuchar una hora de temas premezclados.
A gozar...
Jackie Chang HQ, Hong Kong
Hace unos días estuve en la puerta del "cuartel general de Jackie Chan" en Hong Kong.
Tras buscar la dirección en Internet me puse manos a la obra y me dirigí para allá.
No tiene pérdida, es el 145 de Waterloo Road.
La parada de MTR es Kwoloon Tong, pero también se puede coger el bus 271.
Decidí quedarme un ratito sentado leyendo y escuchándo música por si tenía la suerte de que el mismísimo Jackie apareciese. No hubo suerte.
Hace algún tiempo esto estaba abierto al público, hasta que una fan Japonesa de Jackie decidió quitarse la visa dentro del HQ, desde entonces permanece cerrado a los curiosos.
Se puede ver una rueda gigante en la fachada que sospecho pertenecerá a su película de 1998 "Mr. Nice Guy" en la que al final arrasa la mansión de un narcotraficante conduciendo un camión gigante de obras.
El resto de la fachada luce cientos de baldosines decorados a manos por fans de todo el mundo.
Tras buscar la dirección en Internet me puse manos a la obra y me dirigí para allá.
No tiene pérdida, es el 145 de Waterloo Road.
La parada de MTR es Kwoloon Tong, pero también se puede coger el bus 271.
Decidí quedarme un ratito sentado leyendo y escuchándo música por si tenía la suerte de que el mismísimo Jackie apareciese. No hubo suerte.
Hace algún tiempo esto estaba abierto al público, hasta que una fan Japonesa de Jackie decidió quitarse la visa dentro del HQ, desde entonces permanece cerrado a los curiosos.
Se puede ver una rueda gigante en la fachada que sospecho pertenecerá a su película de 1998 "Mr. Nice Guy" en la que al final arrasa la mansión de un narcotraficante conduciendo un camión gigante de obras.
El resto de la fachada luce cientos de baldosines decorados a manos por fans de todo el mundo.
Map of Happiness
es un sitio donde se te pregunta si estás feliz o no. Dependiendo de tu votación y desde el lugar donde estés tu voto se añadirá a una lista de países con sus respectivos resultados para ir mostrando donde la gente es más feliz.
Monday, April 27, 2009
eye-opening website: betterworldshopper.org
I stumbled across this website yesterday and it's very eye-opening!
www.betterworldshopper.org
It is devoted to making public the records of major corporations in 5 areas: human rights, the environment, animal protection, community involvement, and social justice. (the website further defines these and how they ranked the corporations)
What is fun, and revealing, and sometimes disheartening, is looking at "The Rankings" by product category. All kinds of products, services, and companies are listed - everything from ice cream to banks and credit card companies - just click for an analysis of the best and worst.
Some examples of products we have bought, and how they stack up -
Toyota: A
Chevrolet: F
Apple computer: B+
Acer computer: D-
Chapstick: F
Huggies: B-
Nabisco: F
Kraft: F
Chipotle (restaurant): A
Subway: C
McDonald's: D-
Gas stations: Sunoco = A-, Costco = C, Exxon, Mobil = F
Patagonia: A
Costco: D
Walmart/Sam's Club: F
Stride Rite: D+ (too bad, they're the only ones that fit Sam's feet!)
While this is entertaining, and thought-provoking, I admit I don't know anything about the quality of this "research data" or how it got its funding. (perhaps from animal-rights activists or environmental non-profits??? not to be too cynical, but...you know.)
Before I swear off of Kraft macaroni and cheese forever (which I should anyway) does anyone know how this information can be validated?
Things Done Changed - The Notorious BIG
¡Qué barbaridad!
Pocas cosas más potentes y con más rabia se pueden oír.
Nacido en 1972 en Brooklyn, NY, y asesinado a los 24 años en 1997 cuando estaba de viaje en L.A. promocionando su segundo disco "Life After Death" que nunca llegó a ver publicado en vida.
Christopher George Latore Wallace, también conocido como Notorious B.I.G. le dió empuje a la escena de la costa Este equilibrando las cosas con la costa Oeste que estaba dominada por Raperos de la talla de 2Pac, Dre o Snoop Dog.
Traficante de crack desde los 12 años, pasó algún tiempo en prisión por posesión de arma de fuego y venta de crack y al salir sacó su primera maqueta sin grandes esperanzas de ser oído hasta que ésta calló en las manos de Puff Daddy. El resto es historia.
Le han sacado una película autobiográfica hace poco que no es ninguna maravilla pero se puede ver.
Ahí va el trailer:
Pocas cosas más potentes y con más rabia se pueden oír.
Pocas cosas más potentes y con más rabia se pueden oír.
Nacido en 1972 en Brooklyn, NY, y asesinado a los 24 años en 1997 cuando estaba de viaje en L.A. promocionando su segundo disco "Life After Death" que nunca llegó a ver publicado en vida.
Christopher George Latore Wallace, también conocido como Notorious B.I.G. le dió empuje a la escena de la costa Este equilibrando las cosas con la costa Oeste que estaba dominada por Raperos de la talla de 2Pac, Dre o Snoop Dog.
Traficante de crack desde los 12 años, pasó algún tiempo en prisión por posesión de arma de fuego y venta de crack y al salir sacó su primera maqueta sin grandes esperanzas de ser oído hasta que ésta calló en las manos de Puff Daddy. El resto es historia.
Le han sacado una película autobiográfica hace poco que no es ninguna maravilla pero se puede ver.
Ahí va el trailer:
Pocas cosas más potentes y con más rabia se pueden oír.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Inspiring Action
Escucho muchas opiniones sobre organizaciones como Greenpeace, Intermon Oxfam, Médicos sin Fronteras y demás.
Que si se quedan el dinero, que si son controladas por fascistas, que si no sirven para nada... Está claro que no tienen porqué ser perfectas. ¿Lo es la compañía para la que trabajas?
A mi me suena a cinismo. Está claro que si te convences de que no hacen nada interesante por nadie y que es mejor no ayudar te quedarás más tranquilo al ver que eres tú quien no hace nada por nadie. Mucho más fácil y cómodo, ¿verdad?
Bueno basta de críticas, espero que os guste el vídeo y elegid algo para hacer, ya sea por el medio ambiente, ayudando a gente enferma, a niños abandonados, gente mayor, animales en peligro de extinción o al menos haciendo que alguien vea estas cosas. Sino dedicate a buscarles fallos a los que hacen algo.
Ale
Monday, April 20, 2009
Hong Kong, un lugar acojonante...
Venir a Hong Kong por primera vez es una experiencia brutal, vale, no es mi caso ya que he venido 3 veces, pero comento lo que sentí la primera vez y lo que veo en la gente que acaba de llegar. Éste es un paisaje urbano y no natural, pero de una dimensión aterradora. Los edificios te hacen sentir lo que buscan, una mierdecilla. Han logrado que las grandes corporaciones consigan lo que el despotismo de los reyes consiguió en Europa, abrumar y asustar. Es ahora el despotismo de las grandes compañías, mucho más poderosas que los anteriores, las que se rigen ante tí en forma de desmesuradas contrucciones que desafían a las nubes.
No por eso deja de ser un lugar espectacular, divertido y variopinto. Solo la llegada a su, posiblemente mejor aeropuerto del mundo situado en una isla artificial ya te hace ver que llegas a un lugar especial. La mezcla entre lo moderno y lo tradicional, tan presente en Japón también se aprecia aquí, aunque en menor medida.
No dejo de echar de menos algo más auténtico, me explico, salir de marcha o de compras no va más allá de lo que ves en cualquier otra zona pija de cualquier ciudad occidental, con la diferencia de que en estas últimas existe un movimiento algo más "underground" que aquí aun no he visto aunque presupongo que en semejante megaurbe lo habrá. Aquí la gente joven tiene que ir hecha un pincel, con sus zapatillas de marca, sus vaqueros o minifaldas perfectos, peinados igualmente a la moda y demás complementos que no desentonen tod@s con un toque extravagante, importado del Japón más materialista. Aun así en Japón veo movimientos alternativos que espero ver aquí antes de irme. No dejo de echar de menos la despreocupación que puedo ver en lugares como por ejemplo Malasaña en Madrid y algunas zonas de Inglaterra por nombrar algo.
Siempre te puedes escapar hacia la zona más tradicional como hicimos ayer por la noche, donde pese a la hora que era seguía habiendo gente en la calle, cenando y hablando en voz alta sin miedo de herir los oídos sensibles de algún petardo. Hong Kong sabe premiar a quien se atreve a meterse en un lugar donde sabes que nadie te va a entender, la gente es agradable y curiosa y te hacen sentir como en restaurante de tu barrio al poco de dar el primer y más dificil paso. ¿Y al terminar? pues como en metro estaba cerrado buscamos un bus nocturno y no tardamos en encontrarlo, el mismo conductor nos avisó cuando llegamos a nuestra parada.
Una maravilla.
Mi experiencia con ciudades asiáticas es que la seguridad es muy superior a lo que estamos acostumbrados, somo nosotros los que damos miedo andando solos por la noche :P
Besos y abrazos desde la ciudad de Ghost in the Shell.
No por eso deja de ser un lugar espectacular, divertido y variopinto. Solo la llegada a su, posiblemente mejor aeropuerto del mundo situado en una isla artificial ya te hace ver que llegas a un lugar especial. La mezcla entre lo moderno y lo tradicional, tan presente en Japón también se aprecia aquí, aunque en menor medida.
No dejo de echar de menos algo más auténtico, me explico, salir de marcha o de compras no va más allá de lo que ves en cualquier otra zona pija de cualquier ciudad occidental, con la diferencia de que en estas últimas existe un movimiento algo más "underground" que aquí aun no he visto aunque presupongo que en semejante megaurbe lo habrá. Aquí la gente joven tiene que ir hecha un pincel, con sus zapatillas de marca, sus vaqueros o minifaldas perfectos, peinados igualmente a la moda y demás complementos que no desentonen tod@s con un toque extravagante, importado del Japón más materialista. Aun así en Japón veo movimientos alternativos que espero ver aquí antes de irme. No dejo de echar de menos la despreocupación que puedo ver en lugares como por ejemplo Malasaña en Madrid y algunas zonas de Inglaterra por nombrar algo.
Siempre te puedes escapar hacia la zona más tradicional como hicimos ayer por la noche, donde pese a la hora que era seguía habiendo gente en la calle, cenando y hablando en voz alta sin miedo de herir los oídos sensibles de algún petardo. Hong Kong sabe premiar a quien se atreve a meterse en un lugar donde sabes que nadie te va a entender, la gente es agradable y curiosa y te hacen sentir como en restaurante de tu barrio al poco de dar el primer y más dificil paso. ¿Y al terminar? pues como en metro estaba cerrado buscamos un bus nocturno y no tardamos en encontrarlo, el mismo conductor nos avisó cuando llegamos a nuestra parada.
Una maravilla.
Mi experiencia con ciudades asiáticas es que la seguridad es muy superior a lo que estamos acostumbrados, somo nosotros los que damos miedo andando solos por la noche :P
Besos y abrazos desde la ciudad de Ghost in the Shell.
word for the day - perendinate
I get a daily subscription of A Word A Day - and especially liked today's entry. I never knew the literal meaning of "procrastinate," and now I have another option when procrastinating is just not enough. :-)
perendinate
PRONUNCIATION:
(puh-REN-di-nayt)
MEANING:
verb tr. : To put off until the day after tomorrow.
verb intr.: To stay at a college for an extended time.
ETYMOLOGY:
From Latin perendinare (to defer until the day after tomorrow), from perendie (on the day after tomorrow), from dies (day).
NOTES:
The word procrastinate is from Latin cras (tomorrow). So when you procrastinate, literally speaking, you are putting something off till tomorrow. Mark Twain once said, "Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow." In other words, why procrastinate when you can perendinate?
perendinate
PRONUNCIATION:
(puh-REN-di-nayt)
MEANING:
verb tr. : To put off until the day after tomorrow.
verb intr.: To stay at a college for an extended time.
ETYMOLOGY:
From Latin perendinare (to defer until the day after tomorrow), from perendie (on the day after tomorrow), from dies (day).
NOTES:
The word procrastinate is from Latin cras (tomorrow). So when you procrastinate, literally speaking, you are putting something off till tomorrow. Mark Twain once said, "Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow." In other words, why procrastinate when you can perendinate?
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Sam's birthday
My baby boy is three. He is sleeping extra long today, which gives me a chance to post pictures. I included a couple other photos just for fun: bathtime bubbles, and Alex and Sam in their Easter duds.
spiderman poem
Last night we had people over for Sam's birthday party. I will need to post pictures when I get a chance. Lately everything seems like it takes more time than I have. We had fun - it was so nice to hang out with everyone. Sam was very happy with all the loud, noisy toys he got from grandma. I am tolerating them, for now. As one friend said, "It's just too bad - batteries CAN'T be replaced." ;-)
He got a Spiderman card, and I found a spiderman shirt and shorts set at a used clothing sale today. He doesn't really know who Spiderman is but I guess he soon will. The spiderman nostalgia got me thinking about this poem that I remember reading in college and I found it online:
Maybe Dats Youwr Pwoblem Too
by Jim Hall
All my pwoblems
who knows, maybe evwybody's pwoblems
is due to da fact, due to da awful twuth
dat I am SPIDERMAN.
I know. I know. All da dumb jokes:
No flies on you, ha ha,
and da ones about what do I do wit all
doze extwa legs in bed. Well, dat's funny yeah.
But you twy being
SPIDERMAN for a month or two. Go ahead.
You get doze cwazy calls fwom da
Gubbener askin you to twap some booglar who's
only twying to wip off color T.V. sets.
Now, what do I cawre about T.V. sets?
But I pull on da suit, da stinkin suit,
wit da sucker cups on da fingers,
and get my wopes and wittle bundle of
equipment and den I go flying like cwazy
acwoss da town fwom woof top to woof top.
Till der he is. Some poor dumb color T.V. slob
and I fall on him and we westle a widdle
until I get him all woped. So big deal.
You tink when you SPIDERMAN
der's sometin big going to happen to you.
Well, I tell you what. It don't happen dat way.
Nuttin happens. Gubbener calls, I go.
Bwing him to powice, Gubbener calls again,
like dat over and over.
I tink I twy sometin diffunt. I tink I twy
sometin excitin like wacing cawrs. Sometin to make
my heart beat at a difwent wate.
But den you just can't quit being sometin like
SPIDERMAN.
You SPIDERMAN for life. Fowever. I can't even
buin my suit. It won't buin. It's fwame wesistent.
So maybe dat's youwr pwoblem too, who knows.
Maybe dat's da whole pwoblem wif evwytin.
Nobody can buin der suits, dey all fwame wesistent.
Who knows?
He got a Spiderman card, and I found a spiderman shirt and shorts set at a used clothing sale today. He doesn't really know who Spiderman is but I guess he soon will. The spiderman nostalgia got me thinking about this poem that I remember reading in college and I found it online:
Maybe Dats Youwr Pwoblem Too
by Jim Hall
All my pwoblems
who knows, maybe evwybody's pwoblems
is due to da fact, due to da awful twuth
dat I am SPIDERMAN.
I know. I know. All da dumb jokes:
No flies on you, ha ha,
and da ones about what do I do wit all
doze extwa legs in bed. Well, dat's funny yeah.
But you twy being
SPIDERMAN for a month or two. Go ahead.
You get doze cwazy calls fwom da
Gubbener askin you to twap some booglar who's
only twying to wip off color T.V. sets.
Now, what do I cawre about T.V. sets?
But I pull on da suit, da stinkin suit,
wit da sucker cups on da fingers,
and get my wopes and wittle bundle of
equipment and den I go flying like cwazy
acwoss da town fwom woof top to woof top.
Till der he is. Some poor dumb color T.V. slob
and I fall on him and we westle a widdle
until I get him all woped. So big deal.
You tink when you SPIDERMAN
der's sometin big going to happen to you.
Well, I tell you what. It don't happen dat way.
Nuttin happens. Gubbener calls, I go.
Bwing him to powice, Gubbener calls again,
like dat over and over.
I tink I twy sometin diffunt. I tink I twy
sometin excitin like wacing cawrs. Sometin to make
my heart beat at a difwent wate.
But den you just can't quit being sometin like
SPIDERMAN.
You SPIDERMAN for life. Fowever. I can't even
buin my suit. It won't buin. It's fwame wesistent.
So maybe dat's youwr pwoblem too, who knows.
Maybe dat's da whole pwoblem wif evwytin.
Nobody can buin der suits, dey all fwame wesistent.
Who knows?
Thursday, April 16, 2009
a springtime poem
I heard a radio show the other night about people who memorize and recite poetry by heart. It was kind of cool. It inspired me to look up this poem by Robert Browning, of which I remembered only the last 2 lines.
It's a good poem for spring, even though today we are having snow...
The year's at the spring,
The day's at the morn,
Morning's at seven,
The hillside's dew-pearled.
The lark's on the wing,
The snail's on the thorn,
God's in his heaven,
All's right with the world.
-Robert Browning
Happy springtime, everyone!
It's a good poem for spring, even though today we are having snow...
The year's at the spring,
The day's at the morn,
Morning's at seven,
The hillside's dew-pearled.
The lark's on the wing,
The snail's on the thorn,
God's in his heaven,
All's right with the world.
-Robert Browning
Happy springtime, everyone!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Katmandú, Nepal, nochevieja y Hong Kong
Pues sí, estoy en Kathmandú, capital de Nepal.
Precisamente ayer era el día en que se celebra la nochevieja en Nepal. Y la celebramos como debe ser. Eso sí, sin uvas...
Y hemos pasado al año 2066, como lo oís. Estoy en el futuro.
Aquí se usa el calendario establecido por el emperador Indio Vikramaditya usado en India y Nepal.
Para calcular el año en comparación con nuestro calendario hay que añadirle, al nuestro, 56 años, 8 meses y 15 días.
Pasado mañana vuelo a Hong Kong, hace al menos dos años que no voy a HK y estoy encantado, me flipa esa megaurbe.
Saludos
Precisamente ayer era el día en que se celebra la nochevieja en Nepal. Y la celebramos como debe ser. Eso sí, sin uvas...
Y hemos pasado al año 2066, como lo oís. Estoy en el futuro.
Aquí se usa el calendario establecido por el emperador Indio Vikramaditya usado en India y Nepal.
Para calcular el año en comparación con nuestro calendario hay que añadirle, al nuestro, 56 años, 8 meses y 15 días.
Pasado mañana vuelo a Hong Kong, hace al menos dos años que no voy a HK y estoy encantado, me flipa esa megaurbe.
Saludos