Urban Wildlife

Market Street is full of animals these days, and not just the unfortunate ones that roam up and down Sixth Street.


This is overwhelming. Time for a cigarette break.

If Jenny Craig didn't work...

There's still hope for your fat ass to get some of that wasted money back. Where's Kirstey Alley?

Careful!

I'm not sure if I would get money from this Bancomat if there was some creepy, yet dapper stranger leaning by, pretending to be reading the paper.

Lost Episodes

The end is coming and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it. But we can celebrate six years of obsession for a little tv show about some unfortunate, random, folk stranded on a bizarre island. I found some very cool Lost art someone has been making. Posters about seminal episodes of each season. Simple and unique. Can't decide which one I want.

There's more here.

Hair Envy

Oh Gael, you have such great hair!


Seriously over this peach fuzz bullshit. Every where I look I see beautiful full mops of hair! I don't want fake hair, I want my own back! Grow hair! Grow!

Underwater Love

I love Andrew Bird. This is one of my favorite songs of all time and this video is oh so lovely!

Springtime

Lost in Real Time

A mere four episodes away from the mysteries of the island coming to an end and I still have no idea how it will all end...I don't see how anyone could. Questions have been answered, more mysteries have been established and whatever the end result it's been a wonderful mind bending ride.
Six years ago it all started with a plane crash. Here it is in real time, kudos to whoever made this video! It's really fun to watch and has some bonus footage that wasn't in the original episodes.

Turning Inside Out

Exhausted. Ragged. Raw.

It's incredible how something that is meant to save you can kill you in the process. How years of technology to battle a disease, an organism living inside you, fighting for your body can have you at moments wishing it was all over and done with. While your insides gurgle and boil, your body is not your own, you're hairless, your hand growing bumps and blisters, chemo is laying to waste the vessel that has been harboring the foreign being now for months, hoping to kill it, to expell it...oh but at what price?

Unable to eat, panting, sweating, chills, intolerable heartburn, nausea, vomiting, endless diarrhea. It's not pretty. Being afraid to sleep through the night because you might wake up find yourself lying in a pool of your own shit since the chemo has rendered you unable to control your bowels. You wipe, and you wipe and you wipe. Basic tissue doesn't cut it anymore. You have to use wet wipes because your flesh has been worn out, just like so much else. Time to be gentle.

That was last night. And I'm beyond tired.

In the morning in the ER, you take off your clothes, put on a hospital gown and assume the identity of someone you never wanted to take. Someone who is sick, someone who is ill and weak. As long and all encompassing as those hospital gowns are, you never feel so naked. So exposed. Your body, a ready pin cushion for more medicine, for more IV's, for more blood to draw and tests to take.
Brace yourself for more medication. The red pill counteracts the yellow pill and the white pill has to be taken before the blue one if the pink one is to take effect. All the while be sure to drink plenty of liquid if you can.

At home now, resting, taking comfort in the food that a dear friend has brought over all I ask for is a good night's sleep and brace for what might be to come and hope it will all be over soon.

Spring Cleaning

The consequences of this experience have been vast and at times unexpected. A few blogs ago I mentioned that things would change, that they already had…truth is, at the beginning I didn’t know how much. How rattled and shaken having cancer and going through weeks of chemo would change me, change my life, my relationships with the world and people around me.
Now a few weeks away from what hopefully will be the final stage of treatment I face a new stage in my life and a new challenge. What will be a better and improved version of what was. Nothing can really go back to the way it was and it would be wasteful for it to. What would the point of facing such an intense experience be if I couldn’t learn from it and grow?
Spring is here and I suppose what’s going on is a spring cleaning of sorts. Now is the time to get rid of skeletons and cobwebs in my closet. Cancer and life altering experiences have a way of clearing things up a bit, show you the things and people that are worth keeping close in your life. The rest is just...clutter. This clutter ends up becoming a dead weight that if unaware, just keeps piling on. This begs a question. Why? Why carry it? Why care? Why waste time?
There’s no room for that now. Not anymore.
Winter will be over soon...a new season is on the horizon and with that a new hope. Let the spring cleaning begin...