There are digital natives and there are the digimudgeons. The digimudgeons are already over the internet. They were clicking and dragging Geocities sites before most people even had dial-up in their own homes. They joined Facebook when it was a college-only site. The signed up for Twitter in 2007 before their bosses and families were on there. They miss Television Without Pity and Google Reader. And they are pretty sure the social web is destroying…
Just sitting here covered in mosquito bites with wet hair (sweat hair) drying, acutely aware of just how much my air conditioning is killing the planet but unwilling to bump it lower than 74 degrees.
Since March, I have now had four or five pelvic ultrasounds (yes, both the external and the internal probe Congress loves so much) and a pelvic MRI. Here is what we know: There are masses inside of me and they are growing, and they need to be removed. Here is what we think we know: One of the masses is an ovarian endometrioma the size of a tennis ball (and growing). Until late June I’d…
As much as I’d like to say “how did we get here again?” it’s clear we never left. America, we are fucked up.
For Richard’s birthday, I thought it might be fun to drive down to Clarksdale to visit the famed Crossroads and visit the local museums and haunts known for their connection to blues history. The trip did not disappoint. Even though we went during the week and live music offerings were limited, in part because lots of places have limited operating hours early in the week, we still got to see and hear some good stuff,…
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