Don’t Bring Me Down

•October 14, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Back in the day

when promotions depended on it

I would follow the news

swallow the news

Like some breakfast cereal

that’s supposed to be good for me

ABC, NBC

CBS, CNN

when I woke in the morning

when I got home from work

before I went to bed

cramming current events into my head

til I was sick with it

Paranoid depression

Doom and gloom

hate mongering flag waving cross bearing

left wing right wing

end of times

To save my sanity

had to turn the tv off

throw it out the window

Now

Today

I’m feeling the same way

about my computer

The internet

Facebook, especially

distracting me

from my works

disrupting my peace

I’m not here for this

Wear Protection

•September 27, 2011 • Leave a Comment

At the risk of fear-mongering, I share the following cautionary tale.

Sometime between 6-6:30 pm on Sunday September, 25th, while biking through the U of M Campus along the Row of Scholars, I felt my face pummeled with lots of tiny objects. Nothing I could see, but could definitely feel hitting my face, entering my nose and even my mouth, as I gasped in surprise. It was as if someone had hurled something at me, though there was no one around who could have done so.

About 15 minutes later, as I approached home, I began to feel a tickle in my throat. This quickly escalated into a hacking cough, as my body tried to expel whatever it was I’d inhaled. By the time I got home, I was coughing so hard that my head pounded with each cough.

Once inside, I drank some juice, and the coughing subsided.

Not long after, my left eye began to bother me. First a slight itch, then full on irritation…as if something were in my eye. I went to the sink and rinsed my eye. The irritation only increased.

Finding this similar to allergic reactions I’d had in the past, I decided to take a nap and give my body the chance to heal itself.

When I woke three hours later, the pain in my eye was excruciating. I looked in the mirror and saw that my eye … my EYE BALL was red, swollen, puffy and leaking. So, I walked to the emergency room.

They pretty much saw me immediately.

Three hours and three doctors later, it was concluded that I had keratitis of the cornea… microscopic abrasions and lacerations. Describing what she saw in my eye, one doctor said “it looks like crumpled up pieces of aluminum”. They surmised that I must have encountered a cloud of “toxic dust”.

The cornea is self-healing. It, however, is also one of the main shields against eye infection… and my ‘shield’ has all sorts of cuts in it. So, I must take antibiotic drops for the next 7 days. I was also prescribed Percocet to deal with the pain and subsequent itching, should either become severe (the pain has subsided, though the itching has begun).  I have a follow-up appointment tomorrow morning.

The cautionary part of this tale? When cycling, if at all feasible, where eye-protection. Normally, I would have had my sunglasses on. But it was overcast and the sun was setting. I had taken to wearing clear or yellow goggles in the winter. I think I will be expanding that to whenever I’m cycling.

I realize the odds of this occurring at all, much less again, are likely very low. But having been through this, I don’t want to gamble against lightning striking twice.

http://www.google.com/search?q=bike+goggles&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=60H&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=LQuCTsXgHsePsQLqvOSgDw&ved=0CL0BELAE

Additionally, there is currently quite a bit of construction going on in the region. All sorts of things are floating about in the air. Extra precautions are warranted.

For the record, I was not biking through a construction zone when this occurred. Though, I am now suspicious of what activities are conducted in that stretch of the Row of Scholars.

Ludicrous On The Bus

•September 17, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I’m sorry my Queer Bristah,

but the Spongebob pj bottoms & the Spongebob backpack

with the naked Black Ken doll sticking out does not work in this reality

(maybe in Japan).

 

But power to u for rockin it

and your black milli vanilli leather jacket.

 

– – –

 

Oh. Wait!

I just figured it out.

That was some Ballroom shit.

Probably fierceness on the floor.

 

Ludicrous on the bus.

Not quite fabulous

 

on the 21.

I Wonder One

•September 17, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I wonder what the eco-foot print is

for Burning Man.

Fuel costs

to travel and to burn.

Carbon emissions

Ozone impact

Noise pollution

Light pollution

What does  Burning Man do

for the Global Heat Index?

What is the effect

upon Planetary Resources?

I wonder.

And money

Money to burn.

How many could be helped

how many could be fed

how many could be educated and cared for

with all the money

given up to burn?

I wonder.

That Which I’ve Always Had

•September 17, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I tire

of the quest

the ongoing existence

without that which I’ve already had

but no longer have

and long

so much

to have

again.

Misleads kill me.

Sorry for Helping

•September 14, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Ugh.

So, I get off of the bus this morning and notice that an embarking passenger is having difficulty getting her bike up on the rack.

“Would you like some help?” I ask.

She scowls at me, so I step back. She proceeds to put the bike on in the wrong direction.

As she struggles to pull the hook over the basket on the back of her bike, I explain that the front wheel needs to go under the hook. She scowls at me again, but I ignore her. I remove her bike and replace it on the rack properly. “It’s should face this way.” I offer.

“I know!” she snaps, clearly annoyed, mumbling incoherently.

“Oh. I’m sorry for helping.” I offer.

People. Really.

You make me wanna blog.

From Metro Transit Website