I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allen Poe
The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
- H. L. Mencken
Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ...
-James Branch Cabell
October 22, 2015 - 11:27 a.m.
I did things yesterday, there's a meaningful health report. I guess I should start writing, Nope. I shouldn't I have to edit pictures first. Done now back to writing.
Yesterday I had lunch plans with Erika. I have a confession to make, you know how I like to us alliterative adjectives for people? All I could think of was "erotic Erika" which sonically works wonderfully but is not quite the message I'm trying to convey. But it could prove useful if she ever decides to become a porn star. Still talking to me Erika?
Our plan was to meet at 12:30 at our usual place, Joe Allen's. As that is when I usually eat breakfast/brunch I didn't eat before I left home. I planned the trip using both Google Maps and Transit and both said I would get there at 12:22. They were both wrong. There were delays on both the and and I didn't get there till around 12:45 I told them that I was meeting Erika and gave her last name and they led me to her table in the back, …. , there was a strange woman there. I asked "Where's Erika?" The woman at the table was shaking her head, "that's not him." Erika was sitting right at the front with her back to me which is why I missed her. I don't know why the host got it wrong, he looked up the table before he led me to it.
As usual lunch with Erika was great. We had lots to talk about as we always do. The food was good too, cajun chicken and homemade potato chips. The chips were so good. I then walked Erika over to the and I decided it to take it the other way and explore the new West Side Yard station. Those are the pictures I had to edit. It isn’t very exciting. I had heard good things but just wait till you have to go to the stop, it is not worth a special trip.
Did that impress you? I think people liked the size of the concourse, I see it as wasted space and money. I'd much rather they made a simple exit and spend some money on art for the walls. I love that in the old stations. These pictures are in an album I keep of pictures of the subway. Take a look at the entire album you'll see a lot that I prefer plus some interesting people.
My next stop was my PO Box in Columbus Circle. Ugh, I let my account run out and had to pay a late fee. The people there are always so nice, I got the one clerk who wasn't pleasant to talk to. Maybe she just had a bad day.
What I haven't talked about so far is my leg. It had been a week since I hurt it. It was supposed to be all better. Instead it was far worse. The bone bruise was gone but the entire leg below the knee hurt; it was swollen and red. I knew what that meant, an infection. I went back to the Urgent Visit I went to when it happened. I wasn't sure where that was as I took a cab there and back home. I called Carolann who took me there and she told me it was Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street in Park Slope. It's so weird, I had no physical prospective going their initially as I was a passenger and distracted by my leg and by Carolann. Taking the subway there I saw it was two blocks from Barbès, an area I know well. I've walked past it before.
This time I had a shorter wait than last because they had all my info and there was hardly anyone there. I ended up seeing the same doctor which is what I wanted. I didn't have to explain what happened. Guess what, I was totally right, I had an infection. She proscribed oral and topical antibiotics and called in the prescription to my pharmacy. Even though I was in quite a bit of pain I went to Trader Joe's as there were things I needed. Then I headed home and then to the pharmacy Even though it was hours later the prescription wasn't ready. I don't know why but it wasn't called in until 6 PM. Luckily I still didn't have to wait long. I got home and took the oral and applied the topical. I took another oral before I went to sleep.
I almost forgot. The cute doctor said that I was soft and tender. I'm sure if it weren't unprofessional she would have proposed to me. Of course there is a chance that when she said "soft and tender" she was referring to the swelling on my leg. She said that when dictating the report to the assistant taking notes. I actually said, "Aww you said I'm soft and tender."
It is feeling much better this morning. That is what I was hoping for. I have a lot of plans in the next few days including a standing show tomorrow. I bet by then I won't even be I pain. The cephalexin is working well. Sounds like a drug you should be taking for your head. It's hard to keep up with anti-biotics as they keep having to come up with new ones as bacteria evolve resistance to the old ones. Here's a question that I thought of yesterday. There is some biological cost to acquiring these immunities. Is there any chance that the old drugs might become effective again as the bacteria lose the genes that give them immunity? In evolution what you don't use you lose. Is there too little time for that? Bacteria have short reproductive times so evolve quickly which is why they gain resistance quickly. But the selective pressure to lose the immunity won't be nearly as strong. I always get distracted by science when I'm sick. I like to understand things; it's fun.
Tonight I'm going to emcee a show, Efrat Shapira's CD release show at Crossroads in Garwood, NJ. Efrat is being joined by SKOUT and Karyn Oliver. I was just talking to Karyn on Tuesday and talking about how long it's been since I have seen her perform. I see socially often. I totally forgot she was doing this show. So if you are anywhere near Garwood come and see me tonight. I won't wear my white suit but I'll dress nice. I have to figure out what to say. I really want to say what the emcee in Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome said; "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, dying time is here. Sounds good but again, it somehow seems inappropriate. I'll try and channel my inner Kermit. We all know he's the greatest emcee ever. I really need that green collar.
OK it's time to make breakfast. I haven't decided between poached and sausageeggandcheese. Actually even if I have poached I will have it with sausage and cheese, just a different kind of cheese.
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