I'm Glowing Again

Give Me A JayA confluence of events last week led me to purchase something that I’ve wanted for a while and had given up on after my last attempt.

I was catching up on reading some long neglected linkage on my sidebar when I ran into a post from August 26th on Darth Mojo. Wow this is what I was hoping for back in November of 2006, but that unit disappointed and didn’t get used too long before being exiled to a closet.

Then a day or so later I saw that very same keyboard listed in a Gadget & Gear Deals of the Day post on Lifehacker for a killer price, $55 with a twenty dollar rebate.

It arrived Wednesday.

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Book Excerpt

I just finished reading Too Close To Home by Linwood Barclay, the cover shouted at me in the used bookstore, “IF YOU LIKE HARLAN COBEN (I do,) YOU’LL LOVE LINWOOD BARCLAY.” So I picked it up. In the beginning it had that HC feeling, the plot was almost worthy of the statement, but in the end Linwood Barclay is no Harlan Coben. Not that I won’t read any more of his books, it was a mostly entertaining ride that is probably worth repeating.

As I went to color in the zero on page 101 (my way of ensuring I don’t pick up the same book more than once at our favorite used bookstore) I noticed that there was a page corner turned down. Ah, that’s right, I loved a little passage on page 182 that I wanted to share. Here you go.

In the years since she’d moved here from Hollywood, Ileana had gotten the small town college president’s-wife thing down pretty well. Expensive, but tasteful clothes, heels that were high but not towering and no longer made of clear plastic, a blouse unbuttoned far enough to draw your eye in, but not enough to give any real kind of show. But under all that upstate New York respectability there was still something of the tart about her. Like she was chewing invisible gum, making high-frequency snapping noises detectable only by the true hound dogs of my gender.

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Sniff, Sniff

Finished the last of West Wing tonight. To use one of President Bartlett’s favorite expressions and the nearly last line spoken on the show, by the newly inaugurated President Santos, “What’s next?”

Gall Bladder Ectomy

At 7:30 this morning they dragged my groggy wife away on a wheeled bed and three hours later a nurse was pushing her out to the car in a wheelchair. She had three incisions in her mid-section, was short one minor …wait let me check Wikipedia … organ and crumpled in her fist was a script for Dr. House’s favorite pills.

Isn’t modern medicine so amazing? I can’t help but think of that scene from Star Trek IV when the crew of the Enterprise travel back to the then current time (1986) and they have to rescue Chekov from a hospital because Bones is worried for his safety in the hands of practitioners of barbaric 20th century treatments. Imagine how we would react to what constituted the practice of medicine in the 18th century if we somehow found ourselves there.

She is still a bit sore and the vicoden is keeping the edge off, but she helped me cook dinner, washed the dishes and we walked around the small block in our neighborhood afterward. Current plan is to return to work next Monday.

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