I hide my light as much as I hide my darkness.

Forgive us, O Lord, we acknowledge
ourselves as type of the
......common man.
Of the men and women who shut the door
and sit by the fire;
Who fear the blessings of God, the
loneliness of the night of God,
......the surrender required, the deprivation inflicted;
Who fear the injustice of men less than the justice of God;
Who fear the hand at the window, the fire
in the thatch, the fist in
......the tavern, the push into the canal,
Less than we fear the love of God.

-T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral, in The Complete Poems and Plays 1909-1950

Citizen Cope. Gritty and groovy and yummy.

This song is good to play in the kitchen when you're cooking supper on a cold, rainy night.

I mean, just in case you need to bust a move or two in between the asparagus and the short ribs, right?

Oh, I am so white.

Jane's Apron on Etsy.....very girlie.

Tim Tebow Angers Pro-Choice Groups

NEW YORK -- A national coalition of women's groups called on CBS on Monday to scrap its plan to broadcast an ad during the Super Bowl featuring college football star Tim Tebow and his mother, which critics say is likely to convey an anti-abortion message.

"An ad that uses sports to divide rather than to unite has no place in the biggest national sports event of the year -- an event designed to bring Americans together," said Jehmu Greene, president of the New York-based Women's Media Center.

The center was coordinating the protest with backing from the National Organization for Women, the Feminist Majority and other groups.

Read the rest here.

Here's the video.


Speaking out against life-affirming television commercials? Pathetic. Pseudo-feminism at work is foul.
*spit*

It's Abby calling! *wink*

Ever wanted to perform deep brain stimulation, but just couldn't find the time to attend medical school?

Here's your chance!

This is cool. So far, Big Sis and I have done a DBS, a total knee replacement, and tonight we'll do a total hip. Yeeehaw!

Speaking of the brain, here's a random thought:

Isn't it fascinating when a long-forgotten memory comes to the surface, so vivid and fresh, as if no time has passed?

While talking with a patient and his wife today, two things were mentioned: handlebar mustache and pipe. Weird, I know, but those are the conversations I tend to find myself in.


Anyhoo......


My mind instantly transported me back to the driveway of my childhood home. We had a neighbor, a most interesting man. He was a police officer who rarely said a word, but when he did it was low, calm, and but once. He had dark brown hair and bushy eyebrows (you know, the eyebrow thing...), and he just exuded mystery to me.

We rarely saw his wife. He watched his son all the time, and never allowed him to play with other children.

While he would stand in the driveway and watch his son play, he would twist his handlebar mustache and smoke his pipe.

When he would turn to go inside, he would nod at us.


His demeanor kind of reminds me of this guy...

...except, I'm sure he didn't bludgeon people with bowling pins, drink their milkshakes, and of course, he had a handlebar mustache.


This is better. Wyatt Earp. He looked like Wyatt Earp. This may well be the most random blog post I've ever written.



Would it throw you into convulsions if I said handlebar mustache just

one

more

time??