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4/5/2007
Inside the Mind of a Free-Market CapitalistI found this while browsing journal entries on OkCupid. After reading all three pages of the debate between Crush and Vex, I feel sick.
People are given value as human beings based upon how much money they have. This is "the greatest economic system in the world" for you.
Jesus fucking Horatio Christ. How does a person come to think that way?
Posted at 21:39 by woodsmoke
3/16/2007
Well, the biopsy came back yesterday. Turns out I've got a clean bill of health.
All that's left now is my follow-up appt. next week Wednesday, asking whether the numbness above my right armpit is something to be concerned about (for peace of mind if nothing else, though I suppose the fact it's gone from just being numb to kind of a numb pain could be a good sign), and trying to retain what few wispy shreds of sanity I have left while the scar heals (I've decided an itch you can't scratch is the second worst experience in the world after canker sores).
Posted at 14:45 by woodsmoke
3/13/2007
Things are coming along. I took the big bandages off Saturday morning and got to shower, which was wonderful. I've never been a particularly quick bather (or a particularly quick anything, for that matter, excepting typist), but even my longest record was shattered by that luxurious, near hour-long wash. I'm just glad we don't have a full-size tub. A soak therein is the second-most pleasurable experience in the world (the most pleasurable being a two-person soak), but I'm not allowed that pleasure until my wounds are further healed.
I managed to make it into work yesterday, though late. Got some work done in the labs and got some help getting my computer up and running. The solution, as it turned out, was to be smarter than the computer--something I still struggle with, unfortunately. On the bright side, next time I get a new SATA drive I know to plug the cord into the SATA rather than RAID port.
With the new drive up and running, I'd like to see if I can figure out how to fix the old one for use as a sort of personal media server (not that I'm hurting for space with my new 320 gigs, it's just nice to have), but I'm leaving the prospect of setting up a RAID system between them for another day, far into the future. I've had more than enough computer problems for now, thanks.
My scars seem to be patching together well; by which I mean they itch like blazes. A good sign inasmuch as it's an indication of healing, but also maddening because I can't really scratch at them. The best I can do is rub the skin around the tape (which I've been doing liberally) for a few moments' relief.
I'm curious about the role lymph nodes play in the nervous system. In addition to the skin around the mole itself, the doc removed a node near my right collarbone, and the skin to the right of it (primarily above my armpit) has felt dead ever since. I feel pressure if I push on/scratch it, but other than that it's totally without sensation. I'll have to remember to ask him about it when I get the call back with the biopsy report.
Speaking of which, I'm still waiting on that. I don't really know when to expect it, but it took about a week for the verdict to come back on my mole, so I'm figuring it should be about that long, maybe a little longer this time. I'm a little worried about it coming back positive, but the statistics are on my side (only about 20% of cases need further treatment after the initial surgery), and even if that does turn out to be the case there's nothing I can do about it isn't already being done, so there's no use stressing over it and putting an even greater load on my body.
I suppose I should wrap this up and get started on some actual work. That does seem to be what they're paying me for, after all, and with no one coming into the lab we're finding it unfortunately necessary to perform some of the less convenient tasks of the job in order to justify our being here.
I'll try to keep current on the cancer news as it develops. With any luck, that will mean just one more post to relay the doc's declaration of "all better." Take care, folks.
Posted at 09:22 by woodsmoke
3/9/2007
Put Humpty Dumpty back together again
Well, these last couple days have been... interesting. After waiting out the week between finding I have melanoma and my scheduled consultation meeting on Wednesday, the doctor decided to schedule me for surgery the next day before he went out of town. So I went in yesterday, he performed the surgery and I came home last night.
I (obviously) missed school yesterday and today, and I won't be going in to work tomorrow. I'm just glad next week is Spring Break, I don't know if I'd be ready to return to classes by Monday. I will be going back to work, though; we'll see how that pans out.
Life is a mixture of boredom and existential ponderings lately. Boredom because my computer is down ever since my hard drive bit it last Sunday (thus once again relegating me to my folks' computer for internet use), and existential ponderings because, well.. I'm 21 years old and being treated for cancer. It's only skin cancer, granted, but that's enough to burst my naive "it will never happen to me" bubble.
No thoughts of returning to church or embracing my forsaken faith. If the magical, childish tyrant in the sky couldn't help me with much lesser problems like girls and my "addiction" to porn (which has, of course, "coincidentally" vanished since I stopped seeing it as a, or accepting the concept of, "sin"), I don't have much confidence in its ability to help me overcome a much more immediately dangerous condition like this.
I do, however, see my life from a slightly different angle. This wasn't a brush with death, but it was enough of a scare to make me realize my own mortality--and how precious it is. I'm not likely to reorganize my entire life or devote myself to some new cause, but I can see myself being a bit more outgoing and assertive than I was before. It may well happen the biopsy on the lymph nodes the doc cut out will come back positive, in which case I'd need to go in for still further treatment, and I have no intention of waiting around for that to happen; holding my breath until I know whether it's okay to live my life.
Anyway... As you've probably noticed by now, I'm not altogether composed at the moment. No, it's no the lortab making me loopy, I'm actually not on any right now (though I may well decide to take some before going to bed). I'm just tired and, as I said, pondering the existential and certain other things in life I'd never really given much thought to before. Hopefully tomorrow I can get my new hard drive installed and my computer up and running again, then with the help of WoW try to get back a degree or normalcy.
Take care, folks. Don't forget to get yourselves in to get checked. Having a chunk of skin cut out of you is no fun, but it sure as hell beats the alternative.
Posted at 23:25 by woodsmoke
3/1/2007
So, it turns out that mole I had removed last week tested positive for melanoma.
I have skin cancer.
Didn't see that one coming.
Posted at 09:58 by woodsmoke
2/25/2007
On the other hand, there's nothing like a solid werewolf movie to take my mind off girl troubles (at least temporarily). The critics are probably right about it not being a very good movie, but I never let that stop me from enjoying Underworld, so I see no reason I should allow it to ruin this one.
Posted at 19:34 by woodsmoke
Ah, sleep. The chance to dream
And what a rosy one I was treated to this morning. It involved an old friend whom I care deeply about, but haven't seen since I dropped out of high school. Last I knew, according to Yoshi, her family had moved and she was taking classes at Dixie College, but that was several years ago and I've no idea what's become of her since.
In the dream, seeing each other again was wonderful, but quickly got less-so as she began asking why I hadn't tried to keep in touch with her. I insisted I had (and it's true, inasmuch as I could at 17 years old), but I had no idea where she'd gone and no means of contating her.
She started talking about another girl who apparently had intentions to make a play for me, bemoaning as if it were a foregone conclusion that I would accept those advances and not try to make something of my long-silent feeligs toward her. Again, I disagreed, even asking who this other girl was "so I know who to tell I can't be with her." (word-for-word quote, I swear)
Then she spoke of another guy who wanted a relationship with her. When I reminded her we'd both wanted to be together for years, she said, "He could make me a better person."
"What's to say I couldn't?"
"Tthat word right there, and the '-ish' earlier."
Before I could respond, I woke up.
I've had dreams that left an impression on me before. I've even had a few that I remember with remarkable clarity (coincidentally, one of them also involves this girl as a primary object). This one, however... This was something else.
I get the distinct impression I'm going to be thinking of her all day.
Posted at 09:29 by woodsmoke
2/15/2007
Four Hours in the Dentist's Chair
I am never missing a brushing/flossing or semi-annual check-up again.
Ever.
Posted at 14:13 by woodsmoke
2/13/2007
As if I weren't having enough trouble already fighting off the return of my doubts about college, today we watched the above-named PBS flim in my philosophy class. The basic premise is that higher education in the U.S. is failing and facing a serious crisis.The rising cost, (in relation to that) the load of maintaining school and a job, the pressure on the faculty to prioritize research over teaching, the counterproductive economics of large classes, the failure of public education to prepare students for college, the privatization of college (begun by the Regan administration, big surprise there >.>)...
So here I sit, once again pondering my motivation for going to college and trying to stave off the answer that I'm here not necessarily because I want to be, but because it seems I have to.
Before you freak out and worry I'm considering dropping out, allow me to explain.
I enjoy learning, and I'm enjoying college. Even if I didn't feel I have to be, I'd probably have found my way here eventually simply due to the fact that college is where folks like me with two left hands go to learn how to make a living with our brains. The difference being, in such a scenario school attendance would be my choice. As is, if a person wants to maintain a decent middle-class standard of living (the shrinking middle class is a rant for another time), they're pretty well required to fork over the dough and put in the time for a college degree.
In essence, we have to earn the right to enjoy the quality of life afforded by modern technology in what is supposed to be a republic "of, by and for the people." How does anyone not look at that and immediately see something is wrong? (Yes, I know, "people in other parts of the world have it much worse!" Well, I'm not in "other parts of the world," nor do I have any intention to be. I'm here now and that's all that matters. Put a bandage on that heart or go bleed on someone else)
That's the distinction; the point I'm trying to make. I should be pursuing "higher" education because I want to, not because I need to if I want to have any chance of accomplishing the things in my life I desire. I realize full well most of those things I desire would require a college education anyway, but my situation is far from isolated. It's like this for everyone, regardless of what they want to accomplish in life.
That's why I struggle with this even as I'm going through it. Just as with politics and government, the system itself is broken. The only way to get ahead or just break even is by working through the system, but every year it gets more difficult to gain admittance in the first place, let alone manage to stay in through completion.
I don't endorse the whole movie, but V was certainly right about one thing. "There's something seriously wrong with this country." The sooner I can get out of here, the better.
Posted at 11:05 by woodsmoke
2/9/2007
You are the most indescribably evil beings ever to walk the face of the Earth. God, if he existed, would spit contemptibly at the mere mention of your names.
That is all.
Posted at 08:04 by woodsmoke
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