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

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Sunday, September 24, 2006

roberto furioso (with apologies to Ludovico Ariosto and Antonio Vivaldi)
you know those human-outline targets they use at the rifle range? (i do. i wasn't half-bad with a rifle.) imagine taking a shotgun to one at about 25 yards, or maybe 50 yards. that's what the PET scan showed. too small and scattered to use radiation, and unresponsive to chemo. so now we're trying targeted medicinal therapy. you know, just to see if we can push the prognosis out past that 12-month mark.

still enjoying that cigarette?

Sunday, September 17, 2006

it was a pretty good day.

i spoke with my daughter, who is doing well in school and got the cast off her arm and is over her pneumonia. my son was "stuffing waffles in his mouth," which was an acceptable reason to not come to the phone. i put a tank on the wheelchair and angel and i enjoyed the blue sky and fresh air and warm temperatures as we made our way to the market for orecchiette and brocolli and olives. back at the house, she worked crosswords and i read about george washington and drank fresh stout and listened to ralph towner until it was time to make dinner. afterwards, i sat under the maple leaves, so dark green that they're almost black, and listened to the crickets take over the night. then i read jack kerouac to angel until she fell asleep, and i went to the computer to harvest classical music from an anonymous colleague.

it was a pretty good day.

Monday, September 11, 2006


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