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Amnesia

I know how you all look forward to these close-ups of my fresh incisions.
Me: I always forget. How long does this stuff take to work?
Anesthesiologist [depressing syringe plunger]: You probably won’t even remember me saying th–
Me: What am I doing with this Taco Cabana taco wrapper in my hand? Why am I in your car? […]

Vernal meditations on the vivisectional life

What is springtime without the traditional Sewage Back-up in the Pink Shower?
Spring is in the air here in sunny Austin, TX, and that means it’s time for my bimonthly surgery!
How time flies. In October of 2005, a few days after I got my cancer diagnosis but before I’d started any treatments, I listened in disbelief […]

Good news, bad news

A little lite reading at a DC bus stop. Photographed and originally uploaded by techne, some rights reserved.
First, the bad news.
Get a load of this poster, photographed by DC blogger/photographer techne at a Washington DC bus hut. The poster features a faceless young woman’s body, its physique of porn-approved dimensions, clothed in what is popularly […]

Birdness as usual

I return from abroad this fine brisk morning to find that Congress Ave — Austin’s most conspicuous Ave. — is shut down from Town Lake to the capitol building. Some cops reported “feeling sick” and birds have apparently been dropping dead out of the sky, biblical-plague-like. “Welcome home, Twisty!” they seem to say. Authorities — […]

Hey, hetero!

A bug’s death in Australia, as photographed by Deborah Kelly
When Aussie blamer Deborah Kelly sent me this marvelous photograph of a giant spider eating a giant dragonfly I was pleased in the extreme, for I exist in a perpetual state of awe over the really superb critters prowling around Australia. Every bug they’ve got out […]

Breast Cancer Awareness Month Finally Over: Retailers Descend Into Funk

In these, the final hours of Breast Cancer Awareness Month ‘06, it is the fervent hope of thousands of retailers the world over that everyone out there has finally heard of breast cancer, and, most importantly, is willing to buy stuff to prove it.
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So what charitable […]

Ixnay on the Oobsbay Update

Rudy’s Bar-B-Q and Conoco Station on Loop 360, the feed trough of which I darkened today with one of my pals. It was her first lunch out since her hysterectomy, which she had on accounta she inherited the fucking breast cancer gene, too. It just never ends.
I am delighted to report that, as of 7 […]

I Got Yer Boobython Right Here

It won’t cost you nothin’ to see my rack shot.
I wasn’t going to write about this Boobie-Thon thing, mostly because (a) it’s getting plenty of publicity already, and (b) it seems that those involved are motivated by decent enough intentions that anything I say will require me to field a bunch of dreary “how come […]

Crunch For The Cure

What will happen to global consumerism if breast cancer is ever really ‘cured’? Luckily for SunChips, it seems unlikely that we’ll find out in the forseeable future.

Sun Chips bag with crass advertising slogan found, amid other Austin City Limits Music Festival garbage (you’d think they’d held the thing in my front yard) in the Twisty […]

Got Milk?

Members of the Faster clan (sibling Tidy and niece Ro-Tel) subverting the status quo in 2003
Ripped from the headlines: Actual local TV news ‘update’:
“Is breast-feeding in public beautiful or tab-oo? Tonight at ten find out what Austin thinks about this divisive issue!”
Holy Frito-pie on a Guardian Select aluminum crutch.
So how did infant sustenance come to […]




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