Monthly Archives: December 2011

Shiny

It was an acci­dent and let’s just leave it at that, she said. My patient was feel­ing sheep­ish and guarded. It was Christ­mas Eve, 9pm. She had shot her­self in the chest, but she didn’t mean to. It was maybe … Con­tinue read­ing

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Hydra

At var­i­ous times, most of the time, now maybe, I have liked fash­ion. I sub­scribe to GQ. I know, but I do. I sub­scribe to weird French fash­ion mag­a­zines some­times where the mod­els are nude and waifs, and unhappy and … Con­tinue read­ing

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Three

6/100 Strangers Project Today, my three, my son, my wife and me, were sit­ting in a preop hold­ing room in Port­land at the uni­ver­sity hos­pi­tal. We walked in to the Mult­nomah pavil­lion– the word evokes pres­ence and his­tory at the … Con­tinue read­ing

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Some Thing, This Thing, Better

May I ask you a ques­tion? Will a $200,000 car make you 10x hap­pier than a $20,000 car? Doubt it. Will some­thing well made, some­what more expen­sive than what you can get from China mean more to you? Maybe. For … Con­tinue read­ing

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The Waking

My son is wak­ing up. He is know­ing that the world inter­acts with him and that he has pref­er­ences. I have the feel­ing that he is com­ing, arriv­ing. I have been with him for seven months, but now I see … Con­tinue read­ing

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Beauty

I walked out of the exam room, spent and unsure of myself, unsure even though I had been thor­oughly iden­ti­fied. Every ten years most doc­tors have to renew their vows, so to speak. This is done by tak­ing a five … Con­tinue read­ing

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Jeep

Hand over hand straight to left A thou­sand hands, wheel too hot to touch, an noon, on Wake or Saipan. A thou­sand might be mil­lions, The miles from home or to the next shore; or lost friends or ene­mies. Com­fort … Con­tinue read­ing

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