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Wonder Woman

So my email is overwhelming me with nice folks concerned about what the results of the biopsy were.  I’m ever so pleased to say that although I do have an abnormal cell cluster in my stomach the chances of it becoming cancerous are very small and furthermore, the doctor said with simple treatment the body should be able to get rid of it inside of a year and a half. Upon hearing the news I felt numb , well actually I felt numb the entire day right up until I saw the doctor in her office , but after weeks of expecting the absolute worst sort of news my body took the happy result in stride.  That is until I …

Tears in the Rain

Live alone, cry alone. I have all these one paragraph attempts at recalling the sexiest sessions of the week but honestly I just can’t put pen to paper right now … or “finger to keyboard” which is more true but doesn’t sound as romantic.  I feel like one of those Charlie Brown comic strips where he’s got a storm captioned above his head or maybe just the word “sigh” with a contorted look on his face. My stomach hurts so much from worry that I literally cannot stand up straight to walk from my sofa here to the bathroom, I instead look like a hunched over grandmother of 90 years old trying to make the ten meter walk.  Instead of …

To Whom / or Whatever It May Concern :

Dawn has yet to break and rather than the quiet serenity that befells my condo at this early hour , there is an ominous weight in the air as the minutes feel like hours as they pass while I sit and wait for the scariest day of my life to unfold. It’s been a week of reflection for me.  Reflection on the thing that matters the most :  life itself.  Close friends of mine have always had a good laugh at the cows I paid for to save their lives when they were sick , and the ostriches I’ve saved , the baby birds I’ve nurtured that were found behind my house when I was young.  The common thread through …

The Walking Dead S07 | Plot Matters

The Walking Dead Season 7 has convinced me that we as a society have not taken the proper measures to ensure all the smart people in the world have been getting laid and pro creating since the turn of the century. That’s right.  Since about the mid 1990’s people like Steven King , Arthur C. Clark , Stanley Kubrick ; and all other writers of the same quality died without any girls making sure they produced offspring.   Well Steven’s not dead but he’s a Red Sox fan so I hold out no hope for his children to have the willpower to write.  (yes i realize that doesn’t make much sense but I’m writing this while hungry and munching on broccoli so …

Poverty Explained in 3 Stories

Nah it’s not that bad (living in a poor country). I live on the American Embassy compound with a pool, gym, bar, tennis court etc.  My co-worker and I are members of the American club which has even better facilities and there are some nice pockets in these places with cool restaurants and stuff. I think you might enjoy this lifestyle. I know you have an insatiable thirst for knowledge and learning and I know you are interested in people. In a different life or maybe even in this life, if you wanted, I reckon you would make a great anthropologist! You said you would be miserable living somewhere poor like this but I think you underestimate yourself. Living in these …

How Resident Evil drove me to German

I had an epiphany last week.  It occurred while I was watching the latest Resident Evil movie.  I spend 2 hours each and every day pretty much sitting in a movie theater watching a movie that I absolutely hate because watching it makes me stupid.  Hollywood thinks I am an idiot. It’s as if the day after Roger Ebert died the entire movie industry let out a huge sigh of relief and said,  finally we can make movies as dumbed down as we want.  The movies now are so fucking bad that it makes me sick to my stomach to have to sit through one of them. At one point in Resident Evil I stopped watching the movie to do two …

A Novel Idea

I have goals that I write down at the start of every year month and week , for without a clear direction time can be wasted , and isn’t that the ultimate sin since we’re around on this planet so briefly? Woke up this morning to find an email from my friend telling me that George Michael had died on Christmas Day and I thought , come on really – him — HIM ?  I posted my disbelief on my Twitter and got an instant reply from somebody saying “get used to it , it gets worse.”  That reply bugged me so much that I deleted my post and I tried to reflect a bit on what it might be …

One Foot – To the Other | Merry Christmas

“How?” I said , can I be glad and sad – but a person goes from one foot to the other. Christmas, that lonely, lovely crowded place in our heads. At Christmas, some of us hunger for a larger family life than perhaps we had. We were a family of three, we could never afford a holiday feast let alone a gift. But I had dreams , even living in a country where Christmas is only an un-celebrated day off , the books I had read always made me dream of friends , Santa , and gifts under a pine tree. Thank you dreams.  You are the large family which comforts. It doesn’t have to be typical. Just as I …

Shall We Play a Game?

I had one of those exquisite moments where my mind linked meaning in two videos separated by a generation of time , and I was perfectly proud of myself for making the connection.  I was having one of those wonderful information quests on the internet that takes you down unexpected paths and usually lands me on a webpage that makes me gasp “how the fuck did I end up here?” As I’m a movie aficionado my night started off as it usually does, perusing the upcoming movie trailers page on IMDB ‘s website where I was looking for something similar to WestWorld , a show that I desperately want to watch but isn’t available yet at any of my bootlegged …

Banana = Monkey = The American Dream

“Good Morning, it’s 7am , in conformity , there lays bliss.” Having lived in the city over the past five years , the past two in my quite luxurious condo , I hadn’t been jolted from my sleep by the blaring of the speakers that permeate the village where I grew up for quite some time.  Yet there it was, 7am right to the very second , the brain washing diatribe on my senses had begun each morning last week from the house where I grew up. For those of you who are unfamiliar with what goes on in every village across the land here , seven o’clock in the morning brings with it thirty minutes of community news being blared out …