My doctor prescribed an MRI to be done on my knee, yet I await here patiently for my insurance company to approve it. So it may not get done today depending on the approval coming in before 5pm. Wish me luck.
“I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.”—David Sedaris “Undecided” in the The New Yorker (via didyouevernotice)
“Challenge yourself. Challenge your body by boxing, biking, ballet, bowling, or bending over. Challenge your mind with chess, with calculus, Chaucer, chemistry, crossword puzzles, chinese poetry. Challenge your spirit at synagogue, at a sweat lodge, in silence, at the stupa, through sacrament, sacrifice. When you become complacent, create new challenges. Challenge yourself to be more compassionate, more genuine. Challenge yourself to be less of a judge, less of a critic. Throw down your own gauntlet and challenge yourself. Do something harder, deeper, farther, faster. Move on to more complex, more intricate, more strenuous, more intellectual. Challenge yourself to be more human, more authentic, to be all you truly are. Once you’ve reached a new place, challenge yourself all over again.”—
“Look folks, I’m getting tired of this stuff about Barack Obama,” Biden said of what he called the “negative,” “scurrilous,” and “vicious” ads against the Illinois lawmaker. “But I guarantee you I know the guy and I know his family. And let me tell you something, this guy knows how much he owes this great country. And he knows it couldn’t have happened anywhere else but the United States of America, so I don’t want to hear about how different he is. I don’t want to hear it,” Biden continued, pounding his chest for emphasis. “He’s like me. He’s like me! And all of you!” — Joe Biden
I got a call the other day from a family member who said, “I have a question for you, if anyone I know would know, it would be you. The guys at work were talking and they keep saying that Obama is a Muslim and that if he’s elected he wants to be sworn in on the Koran. Is that true, because I don’t think it is, but they won’t believe me.” I said, “No, that is not true. Tell them they are idiots for believing that shit. Tell them to do the tiniest bit of research and they would find out the truth pretty easily, the ignorant assholes.” Now, perhaps that wasn’t the best way to say that, but I was angry that people really don’t know or haven’t made an effort to find out the truth and these ridiculous rumors remain a source of contention. Perhaps they are watching Fox News.
On a slighly different note, I am also reading Joe Biden’s book, Promises to Keep. I love Joe Biden.
““I’m just enraged that McCain calls himself a maverick,” said Terrellita Maverick, 82, a San Antonio native who proudly carries the name of a family that has been known for its progressive politics since the 1600s.”—
It has rained all day. At the game it rained. I just walked though water that was up to my knees to get to my building. I would have taken a picture because it was quite ridiculous, but it was raining too hard. It was a bit fucked up that some of the drivers in passing cars decided to continue to zoom by instead of slow down so that I was struck by some waves in the middle of the street.