"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am vast. I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitman

:malicious user:

Friday, March 31, 2006

the oprah-zation of the planet continues
a co-worker has put up a thomas kinkade calendar. god help us.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

fair warning
about 10 minutes ago my lifetime supply of patience ran out.

let the misanthropy begin.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

as you know, things have been a bit rough here lately in malice-in-wonder-land. what with the big C moving in and the ever-laughably dwindling financial resources, it's an accomplishment to keep getting out of bed each day.

the past few days have been littered with those little add-insult-to-injury events. i present, for your amusement:

-the battery died in my office wall clock. it has been 8:40 for a week now.
-the light bulb in my desk lamp burned out. luckily i have a window.
-the left headlight in my car burned out.

these things suck because i don't have allowances in the budget right now for batteries and bulbs.

but then two things happened that really offset the demise of my filamented friends.

1. a year ago i signed up for a free lunch drawing from the local deli. yesterday, i won. you have no idea how much i'm going to enjoy that sandwich (hello, warren).

2. today i won a free book on peter drucker from inbubblewrap.com.

that's like pie and chips, for free.

Friday, March 10, 2006

chris reeve's widow dana died this week of lung cancer. there was a lot of media coverage of her death, so i'm thinking i'm not the first one to tell you this news. there was a lot of admiration expressed about how she cared for her husband from the moment of his tragic accident up until the day of his death. there was a great deal of 'how ironic' made about a woman who gave so much for the one she loved, only to be struck down by a devastating disease.

without being heartless to the reeve family, i say: so what?

and i say this for the following reason: angel cared for her bed-bound parents for 12 years. her dad was a WWII bomber pilot who flew 30-something missions over germany. one day i'll do a colummn on this hero. her mom was a WWII nurse who helped care for her husband until diabetes confined her to a wheelchair and an oxygen tank, and then to a bed. ironically, granny beat her husband to the pearly gates. angel gave up her job to care for them, and was their primary care-giver literally until the day they died.

let's reiterate, shall we? she gave up a quarter of her life to care for her sick parents. then they died. her kids were mostly grown at that point. she could do whatever she wanted with the rest of her life. that was less than five years ago.

and now, she has lung cancer.

ha. ha. ha.

i'm not saying i'm bitter. i'm over that.

no, really.

what i'm saying is, there are everyday heroes. that don't get news coverage.

for me, angel is one. there are a bunch of others that have gathered with me at bars and family gatherings, either in person or through anecdote. i bet you know some, too.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

some kudos. acknowledgments. bows.
to those whose writing leaves me exhausted. sometimes humorous. often thought provoking. always leaving me in awe of their style and voice.

to those who pull it off on sheer charisma. just enough of everything to be the center of the storm.

to those who could've been my siblings. kindred souls that are always welcome to walk in unannounced, grab a beer, change the channel*, and put their feet up on the coffee table.

and to those who have always stood by me. period. i'm not worthy.

*but not the cd. let's be real here, people. limits are limits.

i used to be disgusted. now i try to be amused.
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