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Lots of life has been in the good column lately. But no one wants to hear about the niceties of boredom & prosperity in the face of monster recession--which--come to think of it--everyone should be writing about for the historical value of having coped (?) with a halving of the economy.
So I will write here of the missing crown from one of my top front incisors. Second fucking time and yes I should not have countermanded the dentist when he said "bridge" but at the time I figured I was too young for a bridge. Remember I lost the first crown to a gooey industrial tough marshmallow cookup for rice crispies treats that went badly awry. Then two weeks ago I bit down into a chocolate which suddenly got strangely crunchy...crown #2 loose and getting munched. Bad--very bad--feeling. Took me a week to call the dentist's office. Which was down to a four day week and only doing voicemail that Friday. Gap toothed smiles r us.
In my defense both crowns came out a week after sonic cleanings...hmmmm... But Msr. LeDentiste did say the crown wouldn't last--but six months with me babying it the whole time? I even told the hygienist to go easy on it during the cleaning. (I'm that way with money & pride & vanity at stake.)
Now it's fingers crossed for the insurance to bail me out a third time on the same tooth. Or, gap-tooth-ozarksmiley r me.
Writing poetry has been a small help in meantime as I took a break from the stockpicking; put my little stash to nap in gold only to watch it crash for three weeks straight as mr. market went straight up laughing in my face. Still is, but at least the gold stocks came back, too. But I'm no longer napping and am back watching like a hawk to get the balance back where it was. Almost there. Since I doubled my account during last year I'm ahead enough that a dip didn't hurt. Missing the bear market rally parlay was embarassing tho. Coulda woulda...been rolling in it. Damn.
Ah but it is nice to sit outside and read Patchen and a few others--like the Nicola Griffith bio and Nisi's **tiptree** award winning _Filter House_. I sent Nisi a note on that and she wrote back wishing I could be in Madison at WisCon when she gets the tiara. Nice lady.
Without a WisCon trip this year I can shift my trip back home to 4th of July and see my friends in Christian Kiefer's band play Taste of Chicago. Or, just drink and shoot off fireworks in the hometown. That place has had so much rain it couldn't burn if they wanted it to--unlike south of here where gazillion dollar homes in Hanna Barbera are going up in mortgage relief blazes. (I know, that's not nice...but fuck the rich pricks as Carlin would have said.)
We are Wii people now. Balance boarding torture must be in the Geneva Convention somewhere. My sciatica...ouch. But we are off the couch and playing livingroom tennis & yoga. I wrote somewhere that at least I can put on my underwear now without leaning on something. Only cost hundreds of dollars in game console & accessories. But healthwise I could get a couple extra months in the old folks home sucking kool-aid through a bendy straw. Or naked testicle dragging tv room snowboarding...
And with that image, I leave you & your why why why does he do that. ~m
So I will write here of the missing crown from one of my top front incisors. Second fucking time and yes I should not have countermanded the dentist when he said "bridge" but at the time I figured I was too young for a bridge. Remember I lost the first crown to a gooey industrial tough marshmallow cookup for rice crispies treats that went badly awry. Then two weeks ago I bit down into a chocolate which suddenly got strangely crunchy...crown #2 loose and getting munched. Bad--very bad--feeling. Took me a week to call the dentist's office. Which was down to a four day week and only doing voicemail that Friday. Gap toothed smiles r us.
In my defense both crowns came out a week after sonic cleanings...hmmmm... But Msr. LeDentiste did say the crown wouldn't last--but six months with me babying it the whole time? I even told the hygienist to go easy on it during the cleaning. (I'm that way with money & pride & vanity at stake.)
Now it's fingers crossed for the insurance to bail me out a third time on the same tooth. Or, gap-tooth-ozarksmiley r me.
Writing poetry has been a small help in meantime as I took a break from the stockpicking; put my little stash to nap in gold only to watch it crash for three weeks straight as mr. market went straight up laughing in my face. Still is, but at least the gold stocks came back, too. But I'm no longer napping and am back watching like a hawk to get the balance back where it was. Almost there. Since I doubled my account during last year I'm ahead enough that a dip didn't hurt. Missing the bear market rally parlay was embarassing tho. Coulda woulda...been rolling in it. Damn.
Ah but it is nice to sit outside and read Patchen and a few others--like the Nicola Griffith bio and Nisi's **tiptree** award winning _Filter House_. I sent Nisi a note on that and she wrote back wishing I could be in Madison at WisCon when she gets the tiara. Nice lady.
Without a WisCon trip this year I can shift my trip back home to 4th of July and see my friends in Christian Kiefer's band play Taste of Chicago. Or, just drink and shoot off fireworks in the hometown. That place has had so much rain it couldn't burn if they wanted it to--unlike south of here where gazillion dollar homes in Hanna Barbera are going up in mortgage relief blazes. (I know, that's not nice...but fuck the rich pricks as Carlin would have said.)
We are Wii people now. Balance boarding torture must be in the Geneva Convention somewhere. My sciatica...ouch. But we are off the couch and playing livingroom tennis & yoga. I wrote somewhere that at least I can put on my underwear now without leaning on something. Only cost hundreds of dollars in game console & accessories. But healthwise I could get a couple extra months in the old folks home sucking kool-aid through a bendy straw. Or naked testicle dragging tv room snowboarding...
And with that image, I leave you & your why why why does he do that. ~m