A friend of the family is the hospital, having just had surgery on her colon for cancer. As you can imagine, she has no appetite at all and wasn’t able to eat the food provided. Some dietitian was assigned to her by the hospital, and arrived in her room.

Dietitian: WHAT DO YOU WANT? TO EAT!?

Patient: I don’t know. I don’t have any appetite.

Dietitian: YOU MUST KNOW WHAT YOU WANT? TO EAT?

Patient: No, I really don’t.

Result: the dietitian did not give her any dietary prescription or advice, and reported her on the chart as demented and feeble-minded.

Fortunately for all concerned, her doctor disagreed with this assessment. Hospital dietitians are a breed apart, folks.

Bandit the conedog loves his bone, his new friend, and you:

and a few more

Had sushi with A. tonight, which was bittersweet. Hadn’t seen her in forever and she’s doing well, which is great. Has a really good job now, very nice boyfriend who sounds better than every guy she’s dated, etc. I’m still a little bit crushed on her, hence the bittersweet, but she’s such a good friend that I’m always happy to see her. Since she lives 60 miles away now, it’s rare for us to see each other.

The school at which she teaches is public but run like a crazy right-wing private school because of the teachers. She was told to can it when she talked to students about fuel efficiency and the environmental advantages of less piggy vehicles because so many parents drive SUVs, and one teacher wrote the 10 Commandments on a blackboard with “11. Vote for George Bush in 2004” added, right before the election. Lots of other examples. The kids themselves are great, though: very focused, good readers, intent on learning.

Almost every night now I dream that I’m hated, usually by my family. It’s unpleasant as hell. I reflected today that there are a number of reasons to hate me. Of course, in the dream it’s not about my actual flaws but about crazy dream stuff.

Lately I get the feeling that I miss someone, or that I wish someone would come back. Then I realize that I miss someone who’s never been here and never will, and in fact doesn’t exist. At 40, it’s hard to pull off an imaginary friend.

PLEASE STOP TRYING TO BE FAMOUS. IT HURTS TO WATCH.

HUGS,

EVERYONE

all of meeee

gordonzola finds a winner:

fine thread, read the comments too 🙂

bad idea beer

Because, you know, putting energy drink stuff into crappy corporate pissbeer makes it.. uh.. energetic?

I wonder what the hangover is like.

My best friend in college, known him for 20 years. He has a new band: Rough Church. I hope it goes well. The last band, Ferdinand, was really good but fell apart. The MP3s on the Rough Church site are very, very rough but I like “Absolution Song” quite a lot ( mp3 link here ).

Can’t be objective about it really. I’ve been through 3 different bands in a few different iterations with him and been through a lot more shit. I want his band to do well.

Via ch: I like big books and I cannot lie.

The New York Dog. In the parks, on the streets, at the office, in the terrace cafe, or peeking out of a Chanel handbag …

Child substitute, proof of the loneliness of city life, date bait, symbol of success and excess – the dog is many things to many people in New York.

There is a magazine for all of those rich people with their tiny dogs now. This follows the rule that every Lifestyle Mistake in this country becomes a magazine.

There are obits and ”doggyscopes”.