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March 23, 2007

Topical Anaesthetic

I had this weird rash, some kind of itching, not a bad thing.  So I put some calamine lotion on it, you know the "pink stuff" that's NOT Pepto Bismol, and being a topical anaesthetic, it helped.  But the really weird thing is just after I did that, I was about to write something as part of this monologue I'm working on covering a wide variety of topics and suddenly...I couldn't think of any topics.  It was like I was topic-less.  I think the calamine lotion had something to do with it.  When the itching came back, I could go back to my monologue writing.  Except, the itching was driving me crazy, so when I put calamine lotion on, again ... away with the topics

Then I tried an experiment.  I put calamine lotion all over my head, my scalp.  I wound up completely blacking out.  I woke up on the bathroom floor with my hair all pink.  Luckily, the bottle had spilled all over the floor and, lo and behold, my rash went away.  I'm never using that pink stuff again...no way. 

March 19, 2007

Last night's dream

I had a dream last night that I was in a carnival.  I was the guy who tied the tent down.  I had to keep tying the ropes down to the pegs in the ground.  The pegs started laughing at me...making faces.  The more I tied the rope to the peg, the more they laughed.  Then this midget came over and started hammering the pegs into the ground.  They stopped laughing.  Then I was in this deli with the midget and all these other carny people, plus someone I hadn't seen in years, Corian.  Corian started to juggle midgets.  I started laughing.  And then the guy at the deli told me my sandwich was ready.  It was a BLT.  The midget took a bite.

March 08, 2007

Crisis in Paradise

The news is getting worse out of Greece. I'm thinking about doing something, but what? As horrible as it to hear about the taramasalota shortage and the dancing crisis on Lesbos, I still think there has to be something I can do. I did look around for websites taking donations. I even contacted an aid organization, Fishermen without Boats, FishnoboatBlog but they want a 10 week committment and I'd have to fly to Morocco. I can't eat couscous since I stopped eating wheat. Is couscous made of wheat? If anyone out there knows, can you email me? I guess the best I can do is pray. And find some other fish-based spread to put on crackers. Life is so painful sometimes.

March 03, 2007

Art you really can't see

I went this new gallery in the Wax District, Knot McDonald's notmikeedeesblog.  They had a show called "Fluid Art" and it was all art madewith different fluids other than paint.  One person did something with milk and Mr. Clean that was like a landscape of the St. Louis skyline.  Another person did a portrait of Golda Meir in olive oil and balsamic vinaigrette.  But the most disturbing one was done in turpentine, linseed oil and nail polish remover.  You could barely make out what it was.  It seemed to be fading before our eyes.  Then the artist came and threw more turpentine on it.  There was so much turpentine that everyone's eyes started burning and the smell was incredible.  I stayed as long as I could, but eventually the police had to come and clear everyone out because we were all becoming asphyxiated.  I sort of understand what he was trying to say...'art made with too much turpentine can be asphyxiating.'  A powerful statement any day of the week. 
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