You go, Li'l Rhody!
Amid the shitload of health news that comes into my email box -- and it really is a shitload, I mean at least 30 news-related emails a day -- I noticed this happy development:
Medical Marijuana? Rhode Island Says Yes. I notice that although old Governor Don plans to veto the law, the G.A. has enough votes to override him. That is so Rhode Island -- when funding's not involved, they say "Fuck you, Republican federal government!"
A second article I read deals with one of my pet theories, that there is some reason why practically everyone is nearsighted. Turns out
not breastfeeding is at least one of the reasons. I actually have no idea whether I was breastfed or not. My mother-in-law thinks that's crazy, everyone should know. But I am NOT asking.
My real theory, which is hardly original, is that people are nearsighted because of too much time spent surfing the Net. All I know is my eyes were pretty good until we got DSL at work, and it's been downhill ever since. I found these
yogic eye exercises that seem less freaky than usual. I might try them even though Colliculus will make endless mockery of me.
In high school I dated this guy for a month, who then stalked me for about 6 months. Two or three years later, in college,
Noise Footprint and I visited a palm reader in a bad neighborhood in Wilmington (the Indian restaurant next door where we had planned to go was closed). She had a storefront that was her apartment -- plate glass window with a neon sign, but if you looked past the sign you saw wall-to-wall carpet, a big-screen TV and her noisy-ass kids sitting there with a million toys underfoot. She told me there was someone with the initials JD who was a major force in my life. I couldn't think of anyone, but when I got home, J.D. Stalker Dude called me out of the blue and apologized for being an asshole. Anyway, he swore by yogic eye exercises, which is probably where I got the idea from.