One last time....

Before we say good-bye to the shit storm that was 2010, I thought I might pen one last blog.

Currently I'm a mess; broken in more places than usual. Baby Leg Part 1 which broke open again this morning "le sigh" surgery 2 looming in the future, scary thought. Baby Leg Part 2 still boot covered which has my lower back all out of whack & moving like a zombie eggplant; practically in tears most of the time. Wanting only to sleep, sleep away all that's not fixed, so much easier than actually repairing the damage which seems to be taking forever. My little light is oh so dim right now.

But it's the holidays which carry their own set of baggage, mostly missing the family of yesteryear. Wondering when the last egg of 2010 will drop, which would normally make me worry about the second coming of Christ, but my pagan lesbian status throws me clear of that designation. Then there is the loneliness of yet another count down with no kiss at the end. 40 on the horizon and no closer to finishing one of the 3 plays that haunt my imagination. I’m still stuck in a Jewbical with no apparent exit sign leading to the career of my liking.

Bitch, bitch, whine, & bitch should be the name of my law firm. So do we grab the boot straps and pull this eggplant above sea level and start again? I thought my jelly could see me through to the end of this ride, but the jar she is empty. I wonder if Walgreens carries magic jelly. Tinker Bell won’t take my calls. Maybe I should stop listening to Sara Bareilles, but it’s really not fair to blame her and her piano for my melancholic daze.

Maybe the next 3 days will show me which way to go, what path to take, there’s always room for miracles both large and small. Just have to keep your eyes peeled!! So here is to 2011 and figuring it all out, finding my way out from under this mountain of bullshit & remembering how to be happy. Hmmmm happy I think I can recall what that used to feel like; I used to keep it next to grateful and ecstatic.

One to grow on....

Can I drink while taking antibiotics?

For many years, physicians and pharmacists were telling folks to avoid beverage alcohol while taking antibiotics, especially penicillin derivatives and cephalosporins. This was based on studies of soldiers taking antibiotics and then drinking. It was discovered that their infections were not improving. It was discovered years later than no interaction had actually occured, but that the soldiers weren't taking their antibiotics as prescribed!

Silly soldiers take your meds!!!!

Conversation is Art!

I recommend you watch Public Speaking, an HBO documentary directed by Martin Scorsese, that consisted of interviews and clips of the legend that is Fran Lebowitz. She has become to me what James Arthur Baldwin was to her an inspiration encouraging thought, wit and an incessant need to talk.

Here's a taste....

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And a bit more...

Watching and listening to her last night really opened my eyes to the fact that as a civilization we are quickly evolving into monosyllabic texting idiots who are umbilically attached to each other through technology, but we say nothing and are nothing. Recording life on smart phones and not actually living it. In fact our phones are smart but they've lulled us into a torpid state of mental stagnation. Being intelligent has become taboo, while being famous is all that’s held sacred or worthwhile. You can be famous for nothing, for not being anything, for not being talented or intelligent in anyway. I say we round up these frauds and feed them to the lions, reboot our minds and start over with something revolutionary like a well crafted phrase.