I am no longer in the fishbowl.
The fishbowl being my term for life as a cancer patient. An invisible thing, but a barrier separating you from those who are not experiencing anything close to what you are experiencing. It even has a distorting effect on how you see the world much like a fishbowl would.
Patients themselves seem to be aware that we are not one lump of generalized experience; we each have our own fishbowls, and we ask about each others' experiences knowing they…Continue
- or - LEMURIANS DO IT BETTER!
- or - My Day
Got a message in my email from a New Age sound healer that “Brand New! The Lemurian tuning forks are finally here!”…Continue
Ascetic abstention & abnegation, in & of themselves, are not a sufficient means towards the end of an achievement of moral soundness or psychospiritual edification & fruition. In other words, merely refraining from,…Continue
The Boston Public Library is a place that inspires conflicting emotions in me; it was here that I retreated during a period of great uncertainty in my life, between jobs, to see if I could become an inventor. I buried myself in the patent library, then a collection of use-worn books and microfilm, along with a regular group of obvious crackpots, trying to develop a coffee warmer whose temperature would decrease as the weight of the pot was reduced by the gradual removal of the liquid…Continue
Added by Con Chapman on November 30, 2013 at 11:50am — No Comments
Before I post this one, I'll add this note: Poor Woman asked a question about the origins of PoB in her comment over on Open Salon: "Still curious as to what got you going on such an extensive project, jmac. It's a fun read, but a curious one."
I sent the following explanation in a PM and thought it might be of interest to those who read this first draft:
About five years ago after a visit in Dallas, Texas with my oldest and best friend, David Petersen, who teaches…Continue
Brisk morning outing
light from the back window…
We had friends over for Thanksgiving. Like us they live far from their children and none of us wanted to spend the holiday by ourselves or in a restaurant surrounded by strangers which is much like being alone. We are all strangely,…Continue
I was wakened by the muffled ring of a regular alarm clock. Mila stumbled out of the bedroom and I got up from the sofa to join her for breakfast. Fred didn't show, presumably still sleeping.
While we were eating our cornflakes (something I would normally stick my nose up at, but I was still savoring every non-Nemeton moment) the phone rang. “For you,” said Mila, thrusting the…Continue
Added by Dicky Neely on November 29, 2013 at 6:30pm — No Comments
Cold so sharp
bite into the hardened…
Pale skies at twilight
promises more snow…
CAMP DAVID, Md. President Barack Obama declared Friday a National Day of Leftovers after a Thanksgiving Day Dinner that included a dish prepared by Marian Robinson, his mother-in-law, that he pushed around on his plate but did not finish.…Continue
By David Glenn Cox
We were stardust once, in the uncounted eons of a fathomless universe, brilliant, but unaware. We were mountains, tall, majestic, forested, but cold and snow covered, until, the winds of time and the tears of Earth washed us away and we were the sea floor, but only for a…Continue
SATURDAYS, 5:00-5:30 pm (Eastern)
TUNE IN to
broderie anglaise: open embroidery, typically in floral patterns, on fine cotton or linen.
origin: mid 19th century: French, literally English embroidery.
Summary of the amusement
Standing on a window-cleaning platform…Continue
Added by Workstudio on November 29, 2013 at 3:30am — No Comments
The Seventy Fourth ScrollContinue
Crystal clear icicles
Under first snow
red maple leaves soften
returning to the…