Light of my life. July 27, 2008Posted by phledge in family, fun, phlegm.
Bug is my six-year old niece, having celebrated the occasion of her birthday on Friday. I have two stories to share about her that will illustrate just how fucking cool she is.
Story #1: Several cousins, including Bug, are jumping on my dad’s ~14-foot trampoline in his backyard. He is watching them, muttering to the other adults, “Someone’s gonna get hurt out there…someone’s gonna fall…whup, there goes one.” And so on. Bug is the third to fall, and exasperated she exclaims, “Oh, GRAVITY!”
What kind of six-year old blames her misstep on a (correctly associated) force of nature?
Story #2: Bug announces to her mother, “I really want to take care of animals and keep them from getting hurt, so I think I will become a vegetarian.” My sister says, “You mean you want to be a veterinarian?” Bug rolls her eyes and says, “Well, yeah, that too, but I want to stop eating meat.”
The end. June 13, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, blood, family, fat, feminism, fun, health, medical school, phlegm, yellow bile.
This is a difficult decision for me, but I am certain it is the right one. Effective 1 August 2008 this blog will be sacrificed to the Toob Gods. I’ve discovered that I spend a great deal more time online than I would like, in general, and way more time thinking and worrying and prepping for this blog, specifically. I am definitely available by email (see “Comment Policy/Contact Me”) and would love to hear from my, erm, fans. The blogroll is a good place to start looking if you want to find something else sort of like me that contains some fun ranting and hearty thinking, but I just can’t do it anymore. It hasn’t remotely been what I expected—no fault of anyone’s—and I can’t put the energy into something that isn’t bringing me joy. Peace out, y’all.
Awesome new book! May 31, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, fun, phlegm.
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There have been many times where I have been tempted, or rather goaded by guilt, to become vegetarian. Obviously it’s not for the weight loss element; or maybe not so obviously, as I used to believe that there was no such thing as a fat vegetarian, and even now I have my suspicions that the kind of meat consumption in which this country engages isn’t exactly healthy for us. But I digress.
Chère Monsieurs Spielberg et Lucas:
You can’t sell us CGI and call it good storytelling. Monsieur Lucas, you should have already learned this lesson, in abundance.
Bad ice cream, or, being contrary. April 30, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, fat, fun, medical school, yellow bile.
So, y’all remember the faculty member who asked me why I thought fat people avoided doctors? And how stupid that was? (O, actually, that was a comment I posted over on SP: I have a primary care faculty member who, after dozens of fat-phobic lectures, looked me straight in the face and said, “Why on EARTH would obese people avoid doctors? That’s just stupid.” Sorry.) He gave a lecture today about upper respiratory infections, including stuff like strep throat; for symptomatic control of sore throat he advocated cold things, like drinks and ice cream, “except, maybe not ice cream because of the calories. So, popsicles. Sugar-free ones.” (more…)
Try-athletes. April 12, 2008Posted by phledge in family, fat, fun, health, phlegm.
Today I got up before Maude’s own sunrise to go with my in-betweenie sister (K) and her roommate for their female-only triathlon. Let me note that I decided to wear my “I am Kate Harding” t-shirt (hoping I’d see a fellow Shapeling, or at least get questions that led people to FA), and then freaked out because I didn’t shower this morning and my hair was a mess and in essence I was not a cute fattie and…wait a second, hello, was that a point I just missed? :headsmack: Okay, so I went to this event and, heh, slept in the car for the first two and a half hours. I woke up at about 8:45 and, since K said she expected to be across the finish line at around 9:30, I had the opportunity to go grab a cup of coffee at the only coffee place open in this faux Italian village shopping center resort place thingy: Starbucks.
I’m noticing at this point that my writing is becoming loose and flowy, but please try to bear with me while I work out this brain problem. I have been such a phenomenal space cadet lately, it hurts. (more…)
PSA. March 9, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, fun, health, phlegm.
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Nope, not prostate specific antigen. Go here to see a video of win. Huzzah!
Sunday silliness. March 2, 2008Posted by phledge in fun.
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Reasons why I feel weird about buying coffee at Starbucks:
I like to fuck with the baristas by asking for a “large” anything, as opposed to the “venti” they offer. Unfortunately, I started feeling bad for them because they really looked desperate sometimes, wishing I wasn’t the asshole who embarrassed them even more for the fake Italian foisted upon them by their bosses.