[large version here; or just click the fullscreen button above] I threw this together in an hour just now because I have work all week and I’m not gonna have a chance to post a more put together version for a while. I feel as though it’s a recurring theme on this blog, “I’ll post something better later,” “a more substantive post will have to wait.”...
in reply to Bruno, and in the spirit of remixing William Carlos Williams, a poem for Rod Blagojevich via Politico: This is just to hold a press conference to announce I have filled the Senate seat that it was in my power to fill and which you were probably saving for Quinn Forgive me it was a $(*)ing valuable thing so sweet and so *(^)ing golden
The Things We Can Do
The surgery went well. Better than I could have imagined. I laid down unable to see shapes; then stood up ten minutes later, able to read the time on the clock across the room. We have this phrase that we throw around, “the miracle of modern medicine.” It’s a true enough thing, and yet until you experience it, it’s just a platitude. For my part, my vision now looks...
burning of the eyes with lasers
I’m nearsighted. My vision corrects to 20/20 with glasses, but without them I’m a mess. Up close I can see fine; but put anything further than six inches from my face and I’m blind. I have trouble explaining how bad my vision is, so a couple weeks ago, at the Greenbelt, I did an experiment. I took a picture, deliberately out of focus, then took off my glasses and compared. After...