Photo Credit: Bill German, Walking on Scorpions

There is no better example of a man, than this. Bill took a series of photos from the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco not so long ago. He is just beautiful.

I got my shot yesterday, and I have to say that by the end of the night, my arm was hurting me so badly, I had to lay down and sleep. I was kinda fuzzy and feeling very exhausted since I did not nap yesterday as usual. I went to bed early and missed my late night radio and I did not read one word for school either. I guess I should do that this afternoon before class tonight.

I got up this morning without a problem. I don’t feel anything strange. Maybe my body is doing what it is supposed to be doing, building immunity… I had to make a trip into the core to visit Fedex for a client. I HATE using Fedex, it is just a nightmare. I had to fill out all these forms just to ship a simple pair of shoes to the U.S. I don’t usually do this for clients but I wanted to make a sale and hopefully I did what was necessary. It’s not like Canada Post, one form does it all and no brokers, shipping info, shoe maker info and a questionaire about how the shoes were made and where they were made and why I am shipping them!!! Just take the god damned box and be done with it already.

I won’t be doing this again…

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One of my friends is in med school. (Jason Booy – Check up) He is participating in a course on Gross Anatomy and they have been working on a man that Jason wrote about yesterday. I thought that his post was insightful and soulful.

“The hand is distinctly human. A thorax is just a thorax, and a shoulder is just a shoulder. In contrast, like the heart, brain, or face, a hand is not just a hand. It’s somebody’s hand.

When prosecting the hand tissue, as we did today, it’s troublingly difficult to dissociate yourself from the gruesome reality of the task – cutting apart a person’s dead body. I felt again deeply accusing guilt of invasion, and violation.

What work did he use his hands for? Perhaps he played an instrument with them. Perhaps he penned words that have out-lasted the hands that formed that. Whose hands did he lovingly hold in his?

Now his final handshake: … me, with my stinging scalpel. I greet him again in those hands, human even in death. I’m sorry for putting you through this. I’m sorry for keeping you here. Thank you, for this last meaningful action of your – always your - hands.”

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Lots going on with my kids as of late. I had a long conversation with one of my boys last night, and taking care of ailing parents is a teachable experience. We are learning how to navigate the medical system and the government. Hopefully we will be able to succeed in what we need to do in the coming weeks.

Another of my friends is battling the alcohol demon half way around the world in Amsterdam. Trying to stay sober on ones own is a futile effort. And I think that’s the road he was taking, after a hard slip after a long period of sobriety, you can’t do it alone. So I did some research for him in finding him a contact in Amsterdam to call the AA  hot line there and he did connect, he sent me an email just a short while ago letting me know he made contact with someone in the program there and that he would be making a meeting in the coming days.

So that’s all good…

I am going to go and do some reading then maybe a nap before class.

More to come, stay tuned …