My favorite quote? "Alaska doesn't mess with Texas. You shouldn't pick on someone less than half your size."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Friday, October 16, 2009
Twitter? I hardly know her
I don't get Twitter.
I'll be the first to admit I arrived late to the great technological world. I always get dragged kicking and screaming to the next big thing. But really, I'm just trying to make sure it's going to last, whatever it is.
It took me years to get on the internet, even longer to get a cell phone. "An Ipod? Why do I need that? I've never needed one before..." My father finally got me one for Christmas. Now I can't live without it.
Shit, I only just got a Facebook yesterday.
But Twitter? I just don't get it.
We're not connected enough? Now we have to find time to listen to someone else's mindless chatter... CONSTANTLY? I don't understand. It's inane. It's ridiculous. It's pointless.
Except this one. This shit's fucking hilarious.
http://twitter.com/shitmydadsays
The best is the one about life giving you a hundred dollar bill. I'm definitely using that one somewhere down the road!
I'll be the first to admit I arrived late to the great technological world. I always get dragged kicking and screaming to the next big thing. But really, I'm just trying to make sure it's going to last, whatever it is.
It took me years to get on the internet, even longer to get a cell phone. "An Ipod? Why do I need that? I've never needed one before..." My father finally got me one for Christmas. Now I can't live without it.
Shit, I only just got a Facebook yesterday.
But Twitter? I just don't get it.
We're not connected enough? Now we have to find time to listen to someone else's mindless chatter... CONSTANTLY? I don't understand. It's inane. It's ridiculous. It's pointless.
Except this one. This shit's fucking hilarious.
http://twitter.com/shitmydadsays
The best is the one about life giving you a hundred dollar bill. I'm definitely using that one somewhere down the road!
Love and hate in Louisiana
I love Louisiana. I was proud to call New Orleans my home for nearly ten years. Hell, I don't even live there anymore and I STILL call it home. I love the food, the music, the dancing, the culture, the sticky sweltering heat, the people, especially the people...
Well, not always the people.
I just read this story, out of Hammond, Louisiana. Suburb of New Orleans, across the lake. About 45 minutes north. Justice of the peace denied an interracial couple a marriage license. It's a jaw-dropping story, you can read it here if you want.
http://www.nola.com/crime/index.ssf/2009/10/interracial_couple_denied_marr.html
I mean, what the fuck? Seriously. Welcome to Louisiana. You have just entered a time warp. The year is 1924.
Sigh. I love Louisiana. I really do. This guy is awesome...
http://cajunboyinthecity.blogspot.com/
Laissez les bons temps rouler, cher ti bebe!
Well, not always the people.
I just read this story, out of Hammond, Louisiana. Suburb of New Orleans, across the lake. About 45 minutes north. Justice of the peace denied an interracial couple a marriage license. It's a jaw-dropping story, you can read it here if you want.
http://www.nola.com/crime/index.ssf/2009/10/interracial_couple_denied_marr.html
I mean, what the fuck? Seriously. Welcome to Louisiana. You have just entered a time warp. The year is 1924.
Sigh. I love Louisiana. I really do. This guy is awesome...
http://cajunboyinthecity.blogspot.com/
Laissez les bons temps rouler, cher ti bebe!
How I broke my knee in Peru
OK, here's what happened to my knee, more or less.
It was my second day at Machu Picchu, and I had gotten to the top of the mountain early, in time for the sunrise. It was a beautiful day, and I was looking forward to wandering around the ruins some more.
After a few hours, I found myself in a lovely little spot, quiet and free of people. I was coming down some stone steps, at the bottom was a two or three foot drop to the ground. The final steps were in the shade, still damp from the morning mist. When I put my foot on the last one, it slipped out from under me and straight to the ground. All my weight on one foot. My knee buckled and I went down. I knew immediately that my knee was fucked.
The pain made me dizzy. After a few minutes I tried to walk. Not happening. My knee buckled, pop pop pop! So I sat there, half crazed on endorphins and adrenaline, thinking if I sat there and rubbed it for a while, I'd be able to drag myself back to the entrance, where there was a first aid station. So I sat there, massaging my knee and taking in the view. I even took a couple of pictures.
It was my second day at Machu Picchu, and I had gotten to the top of the mountain early, in time for the sunrise. It was a beautiful day, and I was looking forward to wandering around the ruins some more.
After a few hours, I found myself in a lovely little spot, quiet and free of people. I was coming down some stone steps, at the bottom was a two or three foot drop to the ground. The final steps were in the shade, still damp from the morning mist. When I put my foot on the last one, it slipped out from under me and straight to the ground. All my weight on one foot. My knee buckled and I went down. I knew immediately that my knee was fucked.
The pain made me dizzy. After a few minutes I tried to walk. Not happening. My knee buckled, pop pop pop! So I sat there, half crazed on endorphins and adrenaline, thinking if I sat there and rubbed it for a while, I'd be able to drag myself back to the entrance, where there was a first aid station. So I sat there, massaging my knee and taking in the view. I even took a couple of pictures.
Eventually, I realized I wasn't making it back to the entrance without help. Irony of ironies! I spent all day trying to get as far away from the crowds of people as I could, and now I desperately needed someone, anyone, to walk by, or at least come within shouting distance. After what seemed like forever, I saw some people and yelled for them to send some help.
So I had to be carried back to the entrance by four Peruvian men, which is really not a bad way to get off a mountainside. There was a fifth young man named Angel (I'm not kidding) whose job was to hold my hand and keep me from freaking out. Keep in mind, I had just fallen on a wet rock. What was to stop THEM from falling on a wet rock? I was a little nervous.
At the entrance, they couldn't do much but give me an ace bandage, a pain pill, and arrange to get me back to Cusco and into a hospital.
I had to take a bus to the bottom of the mountain, about a half hour ride. My luggage was being stored at the hostel. I couldn't walk, and there were no crutches. Anywhere. What the fuck? If, as the doctor said, this sort of thing happens all the time, how could they NOT have a pair of crutches?!?! And I was traveling alone. So, the doctor carried my luggage, and the dude from the hostel carried ME, three blocks uphill to the train station. After a two hour train ride, where Rosa (the doctor) and I had plenty of time to bond, we arrived in Ollantaytambo and this was waiting for me...
Another two hour ride, all the way to Cusco, where Rosa and I had even more time to bond. This is Rosa.
In Cusco, I had some X-rays and was brought to a hospital room. Before leaving, Rosa brought lunch, a chocolate rose with a get well card, and her MOTHER in to meet me! I love Rosa. Her and I still stay in touch, through email.
This all happened on Saturday. I was scheduled to leave Peru Monday morning. My diagnosis was a broken knee that needed surgery. For reasons I'll get into in a later post, I chose to fly back to San Francisco on Monday as planned and have the surgery there.
All in all the hospital stay wasn't bad. They kept me comfortable and out of pain as best as they could. My room was huge, and had a beautiful view!
Flying home was a fun adventure. Three different flights, Cusco to Lima, Lima to San Salvador, San Salvador to SF. All with a broken knee. And a handful of Peruvian pain pills. Mostly I slept. Otherwise I was in a daze.
The emergency room in SF had the same diagnosis, tibial plateau fracture, need surgery to fix it. They gave me morphine. Everyone loves morphine! Sent me home, had surgery that Friday. Been at home ever since, more or less. I still get out to play now and then. I can't sit still for long.
Coming soon, more stories about the ups and downs of Peruvian medical care!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Wasting time
So, I've got plenty of time on my hands right now. Time to sleep, time to read, time to cook, time to talk on the phone. Time to email people I haven't spoken to in years. Time to watch the BBC Planet Earth special on DVD, the whole thing. It was fucking awesome.
I'm home from work with a broken knee.
Which is why I suddenly have the time and inclination to start a "blagh". Plenty of internet time at the moment. I also found time to organize my photos on one of those photo-organizing websites. Next I'm going to get one of those Facebook accounts and get back in touch with even more people I haven't spoken to in years.
I broke my knee in Peru on August 22nd. I had surgery to fix it in San Francisco on August 28th. That's what, about seven weeks laid up? I've actually been keeping busy. Only just now starting to get bored.
I really should tell the story about how I broke my knee, but that will have to wait for a later post. There are other things on my mind right now.
As I mentioned before, lots of time on my hands lately. The other day I spent WAY too much of it on this website.
I don't know what it is about that woman. She's like a high-speed wreck between a hearse and an ice cream truck. It's impossible to look away. I have this bizarre love/hate thing going on with that lady. I find her endlessly fascinating. All of it, the whole shit show, from day one. It's been great. And it continues.
While leisurely browsing the web yesterday, I was fortunate enough to stumble upon
this.
Which led me to
this.
And this, which is fucking hilarious.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggB6SsB4DgM
First let me say, I really don't think Sarah Palin is an evil woman. I truly don't. I think she was an embarrassment to the great state of Alaska, I think she holds some repulsive and delusional political views, but I don't think she has evil in her heart. I would go fishing with her, even go out for beers after. I believe she means well, in her own crazy little mind. I also think she was thrown into a spotlight that she had no idea she wasn't ready for yet.
All that being said, Levi Johnston, you are my hero.
When does that Playgirl come out? Because it seems to me that Sarah Barracuda's embarrassment level will likely be related to how well the issue sells. I'm always willing to help see justice served, and if I have to look at naked pictures of a hot, young, Alaskan man to do it... Well, that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. You know, for the good of the country and all...
I'm home from work with a broken knee.
Which is why I suddenly have the time and inclination to start a "blagh". Plenty of internet time at the moment. I also found time to organize my photos on one of those photo-organizing websites. Next I'm going to get one of those Facebook accounts and get back in touch with even more people I haven't spoken to in years.
I broke my knee in Peru on August 22nd. I had surgery to fix it in San Francisco on August 28th. That's what, about seven weeks laid up? I've actually been keeping busy. Only just now starting to get bored.
I really should tell the story about how I broke my knee, but that will have to wait for a later post. There are other things on my mind right now.
As I mentioned before, lots of time on my hands lately. The other day I spent WAY too much of it on this website.
I don't know what it is about that woman. She's like a high-speed wreck between a hearse and an ice cream truck. It's impossible to look away. I have this bizarre love/hate thing going on with that lady. I find her endlessly fascinating. All of it, the whole shit show, from day one. It's been great. And it continues.
While leisurely browsing the web yesterday, I was fortunate enough to stumble upon
this.
Which led me to
this.
And this, which is fucking hilarious.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggB6SsB4DgM
First let me say, I really don't think Sarah Palin is an evil woman. I truly don't. I think she was an embarrassment to the great state of Alaska, I think she holds some repulsive and delusional political views, but I don't think she has evil in her heart. I would go fishing with her, even go out for beers after. I believe she means well, in her own crazy little mind. I also think she was thrown into a spotlight that she had no idea she wasn't ready for yet.
All that being said, Levi Johnston, you are my hero.
When does that Playgirl come out? Because it seems to me that Sarah Barracuda's embarrassment level will likely be related to how well the issue sells. I'm always willing to help see justice served, and if I have to look at naked pictures of a hot, young, Alaskan man to do it... Well, that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. You know, for the good of the country and all...
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