Magnetic Poetry

Yes! I got the paracentesis rescheduled for Monday, 10:00. I suspect I’ll be a bit miserable this weekend, but at least I won’t be mistaken for escaped hippopatamus when I arrive at the hospital next week for my appointment. I’ll be glad to get this taken care of. I just wish the results were more…

I welcomed in the New Year with continued dysentery the color and consistency of split pea soup. The Prof has suggested I rename this journal to “Salamander’s Diarya” (say it out loud if you don’t get the joke). Several doses of Imodium later (taken as directed, one after each bowel movement, not to exceed four…

The Professor and I saw “AI” yesterday afternoon. I wanted to see it before there was a lot in print about the movie. I’d heard there were some interesting plot twists to it, and indeed there were. The Prof and I spent a fair amount of time last night finding flaws, inconsistencies and unexplained jumps…

The world is burning. Mother Nature turns arsonist. Matches become weapons. Touch the button, a bomb explodes. The timer hits zero, shrapnel flies. Depress the key and the inflammatory cocktail whizzes along an electronic pathway to detonate at its assigned address. Forget to set the parking brake and the car becomes a missile, its targets…

February 8th I had a small argument with the stairs to my office. The stairs won, and I blew out a small and rather useless tendon in my left leg. No big deal, except that it landed me on crutches and a cane for a few weeks, and turned my leg the color of week…

Some vibrations have the ability to excite items that are receptive to the energy the sound imparts. Imagine an old friend pushing you while you are seated on a swing. Each push is timed to coincide with the pendulum sway, and so each swing receives a fresh dose of energy, and you are moved. The…