Turn Clockwise to Tighten
anticlockwise to be free
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
It sounds normal to me doctor, so why do I need to pay mad money for treatment?
XRAY CERVICAL SPINE AP/LAT
There is loss of normal lordosis. Alignment is as shown.
No significant narrowing disc spaces is seen.
No abnormality in bony texture seen.
XRAY LUMBAR SPINE AP/LAT
No gross scoliosis is seen. Alignment is as shown.
No significant narrowing of disc spaces is seen.
Bony density is normal. No bony abnormality is seen.
Both iliac wings are symmetrical and normal in appearance.
No abnormality of both hip joints seen.
Saturday, November 02, 2013
Marcus Aurelius
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Sunday, October 20, 2013
Sunday, October 13, 2013
I heard the deafening sound of the hearts that cry for you.
I'm not completely sure what had transpired for your decision to leave but I'm sure you had your reasons.
You were the light of many, including mine. It's harder traverse through life these days without you being around.
The vacant space you had left far exceeds your bed or your room.
If you can only hear the painful silence.
If you can only understand the unspoken, desperate hope that keeps your family living.
I know someday you will return.
Dear cousin, come home soon.
Saturday, October 05, 2013
Friday, October 04, 2013
Wednesday, October 02, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Cardiosubstitute
One, two, three, four.
Music, I hear. I hear it is Music.
The rhythm. Less suspect to fortune.
It changes, by choice. By choice, it can be controlled.
The beat. It beats. More dynamically.
Dynamic, the expansive detail, quality.
The Echo. It reverberates a hollow.
Ever full it sounds. Even fuller it sounds.
One, two, three, four.
The sounds that fill the space, of what was beating once.
Music, I hear. I hear it is Music.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Omega
You have lost the battle and the war. You have lost the trust and the love. You have lost your mind and your heart. You have lost the will to live.
Because you have failed spectacularly to live, your only recourse is to write.
There is nothing else within your immediate grasp that is worth anything except the lens in which you see the world.
Because you have to, or that inhibited venom will eat you inside out, as it has before.
Even if nobody hears. Even if it is just inscribing on a cold wall. Even if it is just a silent monologue.
Come here.
Because you have to, to survive.
Because you're not of the same space, of the same reality, of the same praxis. You're only in this cauldron due to a dark turn in fortune. You're this century's accident.
Come here. Come find your soul in the depth of the subconscious, your solace in the forest of the forgotten, and your membership in the sanctuary of the wind.
Because you have to.
If not, you're better off dead.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Let's not be like others, because we are not like others
For ears, penetrating
For countenance, cordial
For demeanor, humble
For words, trustworthy
For service, reverent
For doubt, questioning
For anger, circumspect
For facing a chance to profit, moral."
Confucius
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
The Black Goat
The black goat trotted around a small room. Was it afraid? It started running into the walls. There was no blood but the walls started to crack. It hurt. The black goat became more aggressive; it seemed to have grown in size and with more force threw its weight at the walls. It hurt more. It grew horns like a ram. Curling backwards stylishly. Head like a rock. Head like a rock star. It attacked the walls without reservations. Smashing. It hurt massive. Where was the pain coming from? I looked down. My chest felt like it was about tear open. The trembling pain escalates. Okay. I am the wall? The black goat trotted into the room. Okay. I am not the wall? The black goat looked vicious. I'm afraid. If a black goat could come out of my body it may help. It actually does, slowly - with no sound. The pain is crippling but blunt. It is graphic but monochromatic. It is silent but complex. It isn't worth making a big fuss but it doesn't stop.
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Sunday, September 23, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Skill of the Particular
Isaiah Berlin
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
The Binding Fabric that is Justice
"If there is any society among robbers and murderers, they must at least abstain from robbing and murdering one another. Society may subsist, though not in the most comfortable state, without beneficence; but the prevalence of injustice must utterly destroy it. Justice, is the main pillar that upholds the whole edifice."
Adam Smith
Monday, May 14, 2012
The Resonance of the Omitted Thing
Wolf Hall
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Effect of the Division of Labour
Adam Smith
The Soul's Mirror
Adam Smith
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Porcupines in Winter
"On a cold winter's day, a group of porcupines huddled together to stay warm and keep from freezing. But soon they felt one another's quills and moved apart. When the need for warmth brought them closer together again, their quills again forced them apart. They were driven back and forth at the mercy of their discomforts until they found the distance from one another that provided both a maximum of warmth and a minimum of pain. In human beings, the emptiness and monotony of the isolated self produces a need for society. This brings people together, but their many offensive qualities and intolerable faults drive them apart again. The optimum distance that they finally find that permits them to coexist is embodied in politeness and good manners. Because of this distance between us, we can only partially satisfy our need for warmth, but at the same time, we are spared the stab of one another's quills."
Arthur Schopenhauer