3 for the Show
Thursday night rolled around and already I was running late for the triannual Artpace Artists-in-Residence opening. Studying for my Anatomy class seemed to be a never-ending pursuit, nonetheless I defiantly, though gently, laid down my book and headed for the door. To the bike!
Wrong Side
Why do mothers with babystrollers jog on the wrong side of the street into traffic? I don’t think the baby feels much safer. You can see how this is troubling me.
Condom Catheter
A condom catheter is also known as a Texas Catheter. Today in class I learned that some of the techs at the hospital would steal these for use on a long road trip or going to a concert.
Hello Darkness My New Friends (Or, Powder on the Tracks)
Last Friday and of course that means another Downtown Highlife Bicycle Club ride. Brad and I arrived at the Alamo at exactly 9pm to find a group twice as large as last month (10×2=20), which was an exciting development because we did next to nothing to get the word out, or put another way, we took a laissez faire approach and surrendered to the market forces. But what really happened was Brian emailed a bunch of people to show up, and in the email, he hinted that I might be wearing a costume, which is funny because it’s the one thing I said I wouldn’t do. So what was the theme for the ride? Obviously, Halloween.
DHBC – 2nd Ride
If…
If Kazkhstan is so angry at Borat then why don’t they look at it another way and sue him for back taxes?
Radiographer (and the Donkey Show Analogy)
My French-Algerian anatomy professor was discussing certain enzymes and how they are specific to certain tasks and therefore incompatible with others.
To elucidate this point, he asked if anyone in class had been to Laredo. A shy 18-year-old girl innocently answered yes.
And then the instructor began discussing the mythic donkey sex show to prove that, yes, some things are incompatible . . .
(There were several people separately muttering, “Oh, no, he didn’t . . . )
Yeah, did I say that he is my favorite teacher of all time? 8 am classes are like splashes of cold water, invigorating me for the day. Though you would think it would be a cold shower that I would need after class, somehow the experience is just the opposite.
Radiographer (Diagnostic Pasties)
Today at clinical I had to tell a 67 year old woman to put a small metal tipped circular sticker on each of her nipples before she put on a gown to take a PA Chest x-ray. Oddly, she didn’t ask why, but I was prepared to tell her it made the Radiologist’s job easier. If she had asked beyond that, then I didn’t really have an answer for her….
Stupid Ray?
From: http://billmon.org
“Doctors say traumatic brain injuries are the signature wound of the Iraq war, a byproduct of improved armor that allows troops to survive once-deadly attacks but does not fully protect against roadside explosives and suicide bombers.
So far, about 1,000 patients have been treated for the symptoms, which include slowed thinking, severe memory loss and problems with coordination and impulse control.
However, doctors say they are puzzled by the fact that some of the worst casualties appear to be among top officials in the Pentagon and the Bush administration — even though these patients typically show no physical signs of injury.
“We’ve seen almost total loss of advanced brain functions among scores of top commanders and officials — Sanchez, Wolfowitz, Feith, Rumsfeld, Cambone, Pace, you name ‘em,” one doctor explained. “The vice president’s office, for example, is practically a coma ward. And yet most of these people have been nowhere near the fighting.”
Pentagon researchers say they are exploring the possible use of a “stupid ray” or some other high-tech device by the insurgents.
“The implications are pretty grim,” one scientist said. “Some of the worst-hit patients haven’t even been to Iraq. If the terrorists now have a weapon that can reach all the way to Washington D.C., we’ve probably lost the war.”
Hat tip to Billmon.
Radiographer (Recalls a Joke)
A student in class told of this true exhange with a patient. I’ve taken the liberty of re-writing it in the form of a joke. The cool thing is, it might not be very funny.
Nonetheless…
A female patient walks into a radiographer’s exam room. The radiographer asks the female patient if she is pregnant. The female patient thinks for a while, “well, I’m not sure,” she says.
“Are you sexually active?” asks the radiographer.
“No, I usually just lay there,” responds the female patient.
But Don’t Forget the Streaker…
And the tackle.
Friday Night Fights: Shotcrete Vs. Gunite
If you want to start a fight, just ask a room full of spray concrete operators: What’s the best system for applying concrete?
The Link We’ve All Been Waiting For
Stupid Drunken Suburban Samurai Haiku #1
Friends will slip and slide,
Enemies will define you,
Headache will await me?
Joseph Paul Jernigan
Alive, he was a petty thief and murderer, and died on Texas death row. Because the family couldn’t afford cremation, his body was donated to science. Little would anyone know that his gift to science would forever alter our understanding of the human body.
And yes, that was my cornball teaser…
Glass Bricks
Art Deco?
Mid-Century Modern?
Or Skinemax Shower Scene Set Decoration?
The Bulgarian Dahlia
An interesting stylistic choice for a new film trailer. But if the movie is about LA, then why did they shoot it in Bulgaria?
Toilet Humor #49
Pee Diddy
The Existential Melon
Always alone…
Pre-fab is Better than No-fab
Instead of paying twice for mobile homes in New Orleans, wouldn’t it have been better for the reconstruction money to go to somewhere…better?
Coconut Water
“It’s a natural isotonic beverage, with the same level of electrolytic balance as we have in our blood. It’s the fluid of life, so to speak.” In fact, during the Pacific War of 1941-45, both sides in the conflict regularly used coconut water – siphoned directly from the nut – to give emergency plasma trasfusions to wounded soldiers.”
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As a budding Radiographer it’s only natural that I would involve myself in all things radioactive: x-rays of broken bones, the redemptive and diagnostic power of ions, and in this case, nuclear geo-politics. I’m sure as shit it’s not just me who noticed that Greg Kinnear played the exact same motivational coach character in “Little Miss Sunshine” as he did in “Invincible”… Without giving away the bike route, let’s just say I found myself at a drive-in movie theater… First ride is tomorrow, last Friday. Meet at 9pm at the Alamo. THE Alamo. If you live far away, then you better get started… Randomly saw this video of a band called The Go! Team. It’s an interesting mix of noise rock, double dutch chanting, Bollywood orchestration, Henry Mancini training songs from “Rocky” and KRS-1 styled rapping. The mixture could be disastrous, but I thought it was the best thing I’ve heard in several years. As a sidenote, other than their music program “Morning Becomes Eclectic”, KCRW also has other interesting programs, such as Harry Shearer’s Le Show. It’s a political news satire show a la Jon Stewart, which I had never heard of before I lived in LA but it’s been around for over ten years.Radiographer (And the Nuclear Option)
Hollywood: Can You Still Redeem Me?
Observation
The Downtown Highlife Bicycle Club
The Go! Team
