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28 March 2014 @ 10:57 pm
I learned a new word today: excrescence. And it suits my fancy.

a distinct outgrowth on a human or animal body or on a plant, esp. one that is the result of disease or abnormality.

Now I can use this word whenever I talk about oak galls, and also my favorite freak medical conditions: fetus in fetu, abnormal conjoined twins, or parasitic twins.
08 February 2014 @ 10:44 pm
Earlier this week at work I discovered that the bakery sells empanadas! So I tried one each of the vegetarian ones: spinach, vegetable, cheese, potato and cheese, onion and cheese. At first they had a strange taste, but now I can't stop thinking of them. It really is true that cheese has morphine in the form of casomorphins; I am fully aware of something clicking inside my brain (dopamine trigger) when I think of potato and cheese or onions and cheese empanadas. Or pizza. I really need to go vegan again.
I'm: tiredtired
13 September 2013 @ 03:02 am
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten

Always has been one of my favorite poems.

I've been thinking of...a man... Someone whom I've known for about 3 years but is out of my life. He is beautiful. The epitome of beauty. But when I started getting to know him more, the attraction started fading, I suppose mutually.

Today as I was heading to the funeral home for my great aunt's memorial service, I suddenly and very vividly thought of him, and of us kissing sweetly. Then Edna St. Vincent Millay came to mind.

but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply...

There is some comfort in the hauntingly beautiful words that Millay wrote, as if I look forward to the solitude and perhaps loneliness after a failed relationship (?) I only admire the poem; I won't allow myself to analyze why I'm thinking of it after having a vivid thought of someone whom I shouldn't bring back in my life.

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Also, a little bit of Shakespeare:

Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworne,
And those eyes: the breake of day,
Lights that doe mislead the Morne;
But my kisses bring againe, bring againe,
Seales of love, but seal’d in vaine, seal’d in vaine.

Why not throw in some Duke Ellington/DeLange/Mills as well?

In my solitude
You haunt me
With dreadful ease
Of days gone by

In my solitude
You taunt me
With memories
That never die...
I'm: pensivepensive
the muse that inspires: Duke Ellington
13 September 2013 @ 12:11 am
O death, where is thy sting?
Where, o grave, is thy victory?

I attended a Mass today. My great aunt passed away last week, and today was her memorial service. She was a hardcore catholic, but her family is a little on the dysfunctional side.

I grew up a Protestant Christian, so there has always been latent animosity towards catholicism. While my dad's side of the family is divided between faithful catholics, passive cultural catholics, and born again protestant Christians, there was a healthy mix of all three at my Tia Elena's service. The priest officiating the Mass didn't look/sound convinced of his words,, he was just reciting and going through the motions. The faithful catholics were drinking up all his words and repeating all the recited prayers and doing the signs of the cross at the right time, etc. The cultural catholics, AKA the dysfunctional side of the family, were the ones who couldn't come to terms with death and saying goodbye, so they were getting drunk in the room next to the chapel.

And the Protestant Christians, well we were politely sitting with the family, listening to the priest and silently picking at his words and making mental notes of how he was distorting, misquoting, and blaspheming the Word of God, using it to his advantage to mislead good people. What was going through my head was "Mystery, Babylon the Great, the Mother of Prostitutes and Abominations of the Earth..."

I suppose this would have been the perfect moment to point to the biblical view of the state of the dead, but I have become a bad, bad Christian. I wholeheartedly believe that my Tia Elena was a good woman and faithful to Jesus, so I hope to see her again.
19 June 2013 @ 04:25 pm
Oh man, as disciplinarian I sure do suck! My sister went shopping and left her boys home, and they are manipulative, have sibling rivalry, and are just screaming the afternoon away. Do I want kids after dealing with these monsters? I'll think about it.
16 June 2013 @ 09:32 pm
I just realized that I miss watching Classic Arts Showcase on PBS late at night. It would be the perfect show to have on in the background while I do my medical terminology. Does that show even go on anymore? It'll be 9 years since I last watched it.
I'm: anxiousanxious
09 March 2013 @ 02:14 pm
Spending the day with my parents. Dad, mom, and myself are arguing over whether Hugo Chavez was a great leader or not. I think Dad is so impressed with what he's been seeing in the news, all the mourning and love that his people are displaying, that he's overlooking some of his defects. He doesn't want to acknowledge that Chavez was just a little bit tyrannical. My mom is arguing that all the good things that he did for the poor, all the promises and supposed bright future is the exact same thing that Cuba went through in the beginning of the Castro Revolution.
How can you argue with a Cuban who fled the Castro regime and try to convince her that Chavez wasn't doing the exact same thing she left behind? You don't.
I'm: amusedamused
31 January 2013 @ 09:38 pm
I NEED to read books. I need an escape, I am stagnant.
I plan on getting a hold of Edward Abbey's writing, but am open to suggestions. Help please!
I'm: nervousnervous
28 January 2013 @ 10:05 am
At some point early this morning (it was still dark), I woke up laughing. In my dream I was living an episode of Sander and Son. It was just too outrageous to contain in the dream so it tried to spill over into reality, butmy own laughter interrupted the good times.
26 January 2013 @ 07:50 am
Can you believe it, I'm ready to go to sleep when I need ti get up and start my blessed day. It's going to be a long one, folks. I'm totally depending on those B-complex vitamins to kick in.