vs. In Search of Lost Time

How different one person's interpretation can be from another's.

Much like how, in the '90s, Enright managed to correct Scott-Moncrieff's long-reigning mistranslation of the title of Proust's garrulous opus À la Recherche du Temps Perdu, I must amend some of the facts blogged about on mikeatstoomuch.

It is true, I am no longer in New York. And I have no doubt that Mike has a hole in his heart, but I think it much more likely that this is a medical condition (see http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/6940085.stm), than a result of my change of locations. Though I certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to take credit for contributing to his ill health.

However, the inaccuracy that I would most like amend is the following. My train, in fact, did not come first. It was actually a number 5 train ending at Bowling Green that came, so I did not get on. Instead, I remained on the platform and watched Mike sitting cross-legged on the train with his back to me as he waited for it to pull out. I even took this picture:

The face of Attention Deficit Disorder

Things I should have thought about carrying with me to the UK:

1. pants, besides the ones I'm wearing
2. shoes, besides the ones I'm wearing
3. sheets
4. a pillow
5. a towel
6. a fork and knife
7. money
and 8. toothpaste

Live, learn, and bring a corkscrew.

That's some Twisted Cyster for you...

There's a support group for people with ovarian cysts called the "Big Cyster" program. Please refer to: http://www.pcosupport.org/living/teen/bigcysters.php if you think it might be right for you.

Gotta crawl to the ugly bug ball.

These are two leopard slugs mating. They're using 4 inches long, which, to me, seems pretty big for a slug.

I ran into four of these last night as I keyed into the Bushwick backhouse to pass out. When the flood light came on, I saw this long, fat, striped thing swishing slowly around on a plate. It's a slugs version of gamboling about, probably. I thought it was a snake and shrieked, "holy Shit!" Then I noticed another, dangling froma branch like in the picture, except it was but one and not caught in flagrante.

That's some sort of mucus liquid it excretes that they are hanging from here.

Then I saw another, and another. It was a regular bug crawl.

Leopard slugs are hermaphroditic, so after they mate, both carry and lay eggs in clear, bubble shells. I think I could get Mike to eat one of these, but I'd say it's myabe 60/40 he'd do it with the right prompting.

This morning one was squashed and shriveled on the ground. But the cool things about slugs is that they're one of the few things out there that aren't any more gross dead than alive.