Thursday, May 08, 2014


I loosely belong to three book clubs although there is one that I have only been to once.

Anyway, yesterday, I picked up (that is, e-sent to my Kindle) the science fiction classic Dune. There was enough time for me to actually buy a used version and have it sent to me, but it is over 800 pages long and I just don't have that kind of room.

In other news, I went to the gym yesterday for the first time in months and months. Now my legs hurt.

Thursday, April 24, 2014


My mission, which I chose to accept, is to try out Arm & Hammer's Truly Radiant toothpaste along with their Truly Radiant deep clean Spinbrush. I got both for free through Smiley360 and I should have a radiant (more radiant?) smile in just five days. I will let you know how it goes.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Better Living Through Enemies

As a general rule, the more connections you have to people, the healthier you are. There's scientific evidence somewhere that I can go find if you really want me to, but this is just a quick note so nothing fancy.

Anyway, they alway mean friends, but I have found something else. Another way. Yes.

There is a person at work. My arch nemesis. I just have the one, so it makes her arch. Anyway, I rarely see her, but when I do, it's usually in the elevator.

From now on, I shall take the stairs.


Friday, February 21, 2014

You Might Be An Organ Donor, But Are You an ALL Organ Donor?

I was quite surprised to find out that even if you are an organ donor, they won't take your brain. Even if you've checked the box off on your driver's license. In fact, there isn't currently even a central repository to make your wishes known. However, you can at least let Harvard Medical know. Fill out form here: FORM

I recommend this article. Brains. Brains!

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Doing the Same Thing Over and Over Again and Expecting Different Results?

Come people call that insanity and think themselves clever.

Others call it practice.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Dear New York Lottery

Yesterday, I saw this ad on the subway:

I will now preface the following by saying, "Yes, I know what they mean. But that doesn't mean they shouldn't actually say what they mean."

Dear New York Lottery,

Are you aware that your ad means that gold does not glitter*? 

I believe you meant to say that not all that glitters is gold. Since your sole mission is to raise money for our public school system, I think that it would be perfectly fine for you to correct all the ads. You could probably just plaster over the incorrect part.

Thank you for your time and consideration.



*Start with:  All that glitters is not gold.
  This means: Everything that glitters is not gold.
  Also: I've written glitters enough time that it looks wrong. Like it is really litters, but with a silent g.

Sunday, December 15, 2013


Optimists are insane; certifiable.
But they turn the world towards any tomorrow in which I would want to live.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

I Think I Can


Last month was National Blog Post Month and Wego Health decided to make it National HEALTH Blog Post Month. As you know, I participated in neither.

One of my big accomplishments this year (in a way), was not making a New Year's Resolution relating to my blog. I know I haven't been updating a lot. There are various reasons for it, but I wasn't going to fool myself into thinking that this is where I should be spending my energy.

However, when I ran across the link about the Wego challenge (, I thought, "I think I can just do some of them and maybe get back into the practice of writing."

The rules aren't strict and if they were, I'd unstrict them (if that were a word) to suit myself. And I'll see what I can do. I think I can make a start here.

I think I can reinterpret what they suggest to work for me. And since WEGO is about Health Activisim, I will at least start this with the idea that these be about health.

I was in the hospital twice in 2013. Once for a norovirus (really not pretty) and once for a Crohn's flare.

I know I can worry excessively - it's something I actively work to avoid. I think I've done a good job not freaking out about this. This flare is the first one in at least ten years. I was put on Prednisone.

Prednisone is a steroid with a lot of side effects (or, some might say, just effects). For people with any sort of inflammatory disease, they are used a lot because Prednisone reduces inflammation. It turns out that in a very small percent of users with depression, it alleviates depression. This happened with me and I don't think I can describe how wonderful it was.

I felt like a super hero; my super power was normality. I'd drop something on the floor and then . . . I'd pick it up. No big philosophical thought process about it. No existential agony about how everything that is dropped must be picked up for the rest of my life. No forgetting what I was in the midst of doing because I had a slight change in routine. No interruption of executive actions.

This is what people who believe that taking a "happy pill" is cheating really don't get. What I want out of my medication isn't ecstasy. It isn't jubilation or elation or even happiness. It's normality. It's regularness. I know I can explain it until the cows come home and if you don't get it, you don't get it. (Although try this:

Urg. I forgot how long blogging takes. And I didn't even edit all that much. At any rate, I didn't totally finish the assignment, but I know I can stay I started.

Nov. 2 Dec. 11 (Pepper time)
Little Engine PostWrite 3 lines that start with “I think I can…”
Then write 3 lines that start with “I know I can…”