Fascinating article about itching. Warning: one woman managed to scratch through her head to her brain.
The mirror therapy for phantom limbs is pretty spiffy and shows, once again, that the brain is a mysterious place that we know pretty much f*ck all about.
of a young man with Down’s running with arms flung open in joy through a crosswalk in the rain, like he was running into the arms of Santa Claus, or his mom, while his father trudged ahead, cursing at the weather.
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Must. be. near. interwebs. July. 18-20.
On the street where I grew up, there were a few houses where the “renters” lived. The one across the street had an ever-changing cast of characters with a common interest in selling pot and/or beating each other up.
There was one summer, though, where a woman moved in about 4 houses down on my side. A house with a big verandah out front. She was probably still in her twenties then, but she seemed old and world-weary to us. Kind of Janis Joplin with library glasses. Sometimes of an evening she’d come out on the porch with her guitar and the gang of street kids would sit on the step or sit on the wide rails around her and she’d lead us in song. Puff the Magic Dragon was a big hit, but Leaving on a Jet Plane was my favourite. She always sang it like she had left someone behind, or that someone had left her.
She was there only a summer before she moved off. I always assumed she joined a travelling band, or became a gypsy.
We thought she was pretty magical. I wonder if she thought we were magic too.
Teaser from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog on Vimeo.
Joss, how we love thee
I’m a little surprised at how many people paid tribute on the Interwebs – blog posts and tweets and profiles. One always hopes he knew how many like him.
The thing with Carlin was that he made it his job to take the hot air out of us and he used swearing as an effective weapon against hyperbole, business speak and government prevarication. He was a very smart man, and his ear for language made his comedy biting and intelligent.
I know most people are focused on the 7 words, but here’s another look at why language pissed off George Carlin:
So he died. He didn’t pass away or expire. But he leaves us with lots of laughs and a healthy dose of “think for yourself”.
Mars Phoenix twittered that ice water has been found on Mars.
Yes, a robot is tweeting me from another planet, and I am giddy.
Thank you everyone who commented or emailed. Update is that his bloodwork is “that of a 5 year-old”, which in cat years is a good thing indeed.
So that leaves blood sugar. Insulin has been adjusted and food intake and poop is being monitored. I’m still a little worried I’m gonna arrive at home and he’ll be comatose on the floor, but I’m hoping that we get everything figured out right away.
I think he’s getting a little fed up with all of the kisses on the forehead.