To Those Who Escaped the Maze

I don’t know if I could express my own emotions and feelings about my life on this side of atheism any better than this podcast host could in describing his listeners. If you’d like to know the current me a little better, listen to the end. I guess attempt to find comfort that my story is

Slam Blogetry – Fury Road

“How can you be so calm?” “If I were you, I’d lose it.” This flavor of comment are my life-long companions. Maybe because Canadian. Maybe religious upbringing. Maybe a rational nature. Or maybe entirely a laughably inconsistent protective exoskeleton construction. “Doctor Banner, now might be a good time for you to get angry.” “That’s my secret, Captain:

Knowing the Known Unknowns

As the distraction of the family-centric Christmas week crashes to an end, I cannot keep my thoughts from straying ahead to the health-defining schedule for my next week. Since last I wrote about my cancer, I have had a new biopsy, full-body CT scan and MRI scan. I was already on standby for a sooner surgery

Zap to it

This morning I finished the last of my radiation treatments. As I described earlier, each of the ten sessions had me laying front-down on a metal slab with my hand clamped down in a three-phase apparatus. I had a technician take some pictures for me one day, which you can see above. My sister, the

Unforgi(Venn) Diagram

I do not love everyone I hate. I do not hate everyone I love. Those who found their way to the overlap middle are they who define, shape, shatter and grind the million-pieces-of-a-man you find on the floor today. Center-most in the union is me.