menage-a-trois on an onramp

That's a Sundance movie waiting to happen.

The writer himself doesn't want them reprinted. He's been quite curmudgeonly about it.

No lie. An old boyfriend of mine called Platt in the early 90s to tell him how important the book was to me...could he find a copy somewhere?

Platt did not, in any way, appreciate the romantic gesture. Swearing and an angry hang-up ensued.

I'm pretty sure Kin has passed though. Perhaps his estate will help us out.

I love the blog post.

Funny how deeply a book can effect you.

the caller thought it was 3 nekkid ppl getting it on in a grassy area at belmont and grand, which is like a block east of the hawthorne bridge (a very heavily trafficked urban area, not a nice secluded spot for any kind of sexual activity). Officer driving past didn't see anything. My personal opinion was that it was just a few people being nekkid, which is totally legal in portland, but tends to upset some folks.

eta: also, the fact that only one random psrby reported it, by calling his wife at home who then called us, makes it seem highly implausible. Menage a troi out in the open in this weather? Everyone would be calling out of concern for the cold/wet grass.

Can you lie to yourself that the woo-woo Nurse is a performance artist? Or a very sophisticated stand-up comedian? Cause if you could convince yourself of that, she would be a lot easier to bear. How good are your deliberate self-deception skills...?

I just have to share: I normally feel like lesbians are weird and incestuous and spend too much time with their exes. It's all stereotypically true. I don't feel like I'm too bad about it. Today I was commenting on something on Facebook and realized the person I was commenting on, I know her because she is my ex- girlfriend's brother's wife's sister. Um.

The woo woo is nuts, but at least this treatment is better than the roulette of the ER, right?

ergo quod erat demonstrandum flobotinum

May I tag this? It's lovely.

I was wondering how stem cells could be a hobby, and apparently the answer is "by having a stem cell machine at home." Okay. Clears things up.

Ooooh, she's one of the Tleilaxu! Except didn't the axlotl tanks just turn out to be genetically modified women? So maybe she just means her uterus.

I think this is the cancer light treatment (from the ACS so about as non-woo-y as you can get):

Photodynamic therapy or PDT is a treatment that uses special drugs, called photosensitizing agents, along with light to kill cancer cells. The drugs only work after they have been activated or “turned on” by certain kinds of light. PDT may also be called photoradiation therapy, phototherapy, or photochemotherapy.

Depending on the part of the body being treated, the photosensitizing agent is either put into the bloodstream through a vein or put on the skin. Over a certain amount of time the drug is absorbed by the cancer cells. Then light is applied to the area to be treated. The light causes the drug to react with oxygen, which forms a chemical that kills the cancer cells. PDT may also work by destroying the blood vessels that feed the cancer cells and by alerting the immune system to attack the cancer.

Jessica, if I clicked on that link and saw my nurse's name, I'd laugh until next week. But I have no fear whatsoever that she's involved in new medical work with actual science in it--she's made it clear she's moving past that phase of her life--I'm honoured to be here with her at the birth of her new whatever the fuckety fuck.

And, tag away.

at least this treatment is better than the roulette of the ER, right?

Absolutely--like Typo suggests, it's a mental game. What her hands do? Is totally fine. Her mouth is increasingly insane, but the complication is needing to deflect her ideas for what I should be doing to heal myself. She leaves me with healing light (because God is light and we are all made up of the same thing as starlight quantum physics) exercises and phone numbers of people who will massage my chakras, and one of the few things she seems to remember from one visit to the next is to ask if I've followed up on her last suggestion.

That's it, Jessica. Thanks.