"I love your streaming hair. At night, I’ll imagine it draped over my neck and stomach, the most soothing of sheets. I’m confident in what the world has in store for us."
from here
The hair part is nice, but the confidence part is what got me. I've had some poetry written to me in the past, and I found it pretty cheesy. Perhaps I wasn't ready to hear it or whatever (attempting not to be hateful in case an ex finds his way here).
But that's a pretty spectacular thing to say to someone.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
I've been interested lately to hear from people who are working out their faith in a Christian God in varied and yet genuine ways. (or do I mean earnestly. or in real ways. or with integrity. or all of the above.)
It leads into the question of just who is a Christian and what it means to be one and who gets to decide what the dealbreaker beliefs are and all those defining questions. All those "are you in or out" questions that have less and less meaning to me lately.
I followed a link to a link and saw Margaret Cho's post about her own faith. And I found yet another unique relationship with God. Read on after the break for what she said if you're interested.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I think this is a first for Purulent Discharge- a positive post about my job, which I really do love and is my dream job. I end up writing about the bad stuff and celebrating the good stuff privately. So here's the flip side of all my groaning:
I just spoke with a neurology resident who is willing to waive her entire fee to see my uninsured patient with nasty recurrent seizures. I've been trying to find help for this patient for about a year now. Apparently prayer sometimes makes things happen. Apparently God actually cares about humans and wants to give them gifts like this. I wasn't so sure of that for a while, and I'm sure I'll be unsure again. But for now, I'm grateful.
Monday, January 26, 2009
New Policy for this clinic, effective immediately:
*If you are being or ever have been abused by your spouse, you may not make appointments here. We will provide you with phone numbers for providers who can handle hearing shit like that better than I can. These other providers seem to be comfortable with their powerlessness, whereas I am not.
*If you are being or ever have been sexually abused, and especially if your kids are being sexually abused, don't even bother calling. I don't want to speak to you.
*If you or your children have been or are the victims of incestuous abuse, forget you ever heard our clinic's name.
Thank you for your consideration in burying your problems deep inside and not seeking help.
Signed,
The PA
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I need a new post to move the parody of hatespeech down the page a little. It was giving me the shivers.
I had always placed Joni Mitchell in the category of Paul Simon and Jim Morrison other too skinny whiney undergrad boys with delusions of grandeur- the kind I see scribbling mixed metaphors in a composition book in the corner of Starbucks. I find all three artists' lyrics impenetrable and their singing isn't supposed to be the point. Or at least I hope it's not supposed to be the point; I assumed that's how they got away with alternating between wailing and monotones. And don't get me started on Paul Simon's World Music Phase.
To summarize, I didn't get their lyrics and their music isn't as overproduced as I like my music to be. A wise professor I had at age 19 taught me that it's more constructive and respectful to say "it is not to my taste for this reason . . . " instead of "it sucks." But I feel so much more like a real critic when I discard the entire work.
At any rate, I heard Joni Mitchell's All I Want on WTMD. I was touched by it. And I could guess at the situation she was singing about.
I can get behind:
"All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you"
and
"I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free"
So apparently I like Joni Mitchell. I downloaded Miles of Aisles and am acquiring even more of a taste for her. I only like small sips of her so far and I still roll my eyes at the old hussy when she warbles too much, but we're getting on.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Things that suck so hard they rock. Or rock so hard they suck? Either way, I love this:
God made Christmas Eve, not Christmas Steve.
from
https://twitter.com/shawnpearlman/status/1077023324
old timey
taking a nostalgic turn around the internet today, i came upon some clips of pinky and the brain and other animaniacs awesomeness. it held up well and is still just as funny as i remember. how often does that happen? click "read more" to watch for yourself:
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