I can’t say that I’ve ever been overly excited to get shots, but this morning was a hoot. After a very serious looking doctor gave me forty-five minutes of important advice about the drugs she was about to administer (I could tell it was important advice because she was very serious the entire time) I signed a form promising I would do something involving stomach aches and they vaccinated me against Typhoid and Hepatitis A. All in all, I highly recommend getting your next round of shots from people whose language you only understand some of.
I’ve also started a little list on my desktop for distractions too good keep to myself, but not quite good enough to merit their own post. This week started out with my discovery that Miles Davis is part frog, Zip Codes actually have some logic behind them, American Roads apparently do not, and New York’s Subway Map might just have logic added regardless of what’s going on underground. That was Monday. I found Stuart Kolakovic’s Never Been on Tuesday.
And now, music. A short playlist recently made its way to my ears by rather unconventional means, and has since wrapped itself around me in more ways than I’m willing to blog about. Songs, I’ve found, have a way of doing that. Anyways, I haven’t listened to much else lately, and though I can’t put up the whole list … perhaps just a taste test would be ok.
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