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infected

If you are reading this, you have been infected. Proceed to the Wellness Center. At the door, remove the piece of clothing you like best. This certainly carries the disease, and will be destroyed.

No one will greet you. There is no one staffing the Wellness Center in this time of crisis; all personnel have been deployed to less fortunate towns. You may not see another person during your intake assessment. There is no need for alarm.

Sit in the blue chair. The green chair will turn blue at times. It is temperamental. Do not be fooled. Wait long enough for the blue chair to prove itself blue. This will take a short amount of time, but longer than you think.

The screen above you will descend until it is approximately one foot from your face. Look directly into the screen. It will diagnose the level of your infection. It will also provide a complimentary snapshot of your inner beauty. This inner beauty is not representative of an objective inner beauty. The Wellness Center will not be held liable for what you see there.

The treatment will happen without your knowledge. It may take a second or a day. For some, it takes years. No one will know when you have recovered. You will not feel any different; you will not look any different. The Wellness Center will bill you within thirty days.

Go home. Look in the mirror. You are cured. Thank you for your cooperation.

links for 2010-02-19

  • I have never been more excited for a game than I am for Glitch. I played Game Neverending way back when and loved it — it was, in fact, the reason I joined Flickr — and Glitch promises to be all that GNE was and more.  I hope to be invited to the private alpha!
    (tags: games mmorpg)
  • The experience this woman relates is unimaginable to me. I am not surprised that she developed PTSD as a result. Why would she make something like that up? (Skip the comments, unless you're into unabridged assholery. I won't be reading Salon comments in the future.)
  • Megan Mullally and Thomas Lennon explain the origins of "that's what she said." And I laughed and laughed and laughed.
    (tags: humor video)

beautiful lady

A beautiful lady works at the library. I say thisbeautiful lady — knowing I sound like a little boy on Valentine's Day.  But she is.

She is tall, taller than most women I know, dark-skinned, luminous.  She dresses impeccably in entire outfits, a skill I have never mastered, like speaking in full sentences.  Her outfits have palettes, moods, as intricate as weather.  Each of her features could grandstand, but instead exist amiably within the confines of her face.  Sometimes the smile hogs the spotlight, but it knows its place.

When she walks, people watch her because they can't look away.  After she is gone, her perfume lingers, cotton candy and woodsmoke.  How can someone like this exist?  I pretend she goes downstairs, walks across the street, off the set, and disappears into her air-conditioned trailer.  The door shuts; underneath the gold star, it reads: Beautiful Lady.

links for 2010-02-16

  • From the article: "Authorized by Congress in 2000, the National Children’s Study began last January, its projected cost swelling to about $6.7 billion. With several hundred participants so far, it aims to enroll 100,000 pregnant women in 105 counties, then monitor their babies until they turn 21."
  • I don't agree with most of this, but it is certainly thought-provoking. From the article: "Gottlieb interviewed an array of experts — sociologists, behavioral economists, social psychologists, and statisticians — who presented evidence about why online dating doesn't work, what women can really expect when they're in their 40s (there are only 72 single men for every 100 women in the 45-to-65-year-old demographic, according to a U.S. Census figure she cites), and why women are fundamentally the choosier sex." (via mish)
  • Someone created this video of actual "gameplay" — if you can call it that — in Second Life, complete with a fantastic Big Band soundtrack.

    It is sincerely worth a watch, especially if you appreciate this era of music, but just as a marvelous example of the level of creativity that can be achieved in Second Life.

obligatory romance day

FunkyPlaid and I celebrated Obligatory Romance Day with Burgermeister burgers and geocaching. It was a perfect San Francisco day, 65 and sunny. Dogs of all kinds trotted happily before their humans. We talked about what makes us unhappy about our present, what we look forward to in our future. I am lucky to be able to tell him whatever I am thinking and feeling. It is a small yet crucial thing.

Shortly after arriving home, I read that Lucille Clifton had died. While I was in school in Alabama, I was assigned to read her collection “The Book of Light”. It took me a few passes before I understood the genius in her simplicity. Then I tried to emulate her style. It did not work so well for me, but I still love her poems.

Here is Lucille Clifton’s poem, “won’t you celebrate with me”:

won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my one hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

The song that is playing right now, “Loretta Young Silks” by Sneaker Pimps, doesn’t remind me of anything in particular. I wonder if someday it will remind me of writing this.

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