Blasts From the Past

I picked up the chart for my patient today and his last name jumped out at me. "H...," I said to my colleague; "I dated a guy in high school with the same last name." I set up the lab bench and went back to [colleague]'s area to get some supplies. "The H... I knew ended up being a jerk, so I'm glad that this guy has a different first name," I told him. He half-smiled and said, "yea, I could kinda tell that there was something there by the way you said 'H...' "

The funny thing is, I hadn't realized that I'd put any kind of inflection on the surname when I spoke it. I think its strange that people who you knew way back when can still evoke an emotional response when you think of them. I've read that people who move around a lot equate "home" with a set of personal relationships, and not a physical location. Is that why thinking of old contacts elicits such a strong emotional reaction for me?

I suppose that I'm thinking about "old friends" more than usual lately because I have recently come into re-contact with a couple, thanks to the power of the world wide web. [[Shout-outs to Jeni and Brian. Woop! Woop!!]]

That ol' Memory Lane sure is a wacky road!

The siren made me do it!

This uplifting ditty greeted me from the side of my morning cup of java:


Let go your sorrow.
Let go your blues.
Cuz I know tomorrow
is yesterday's news.
Let go your sadness,
give up the fight,
follow your madness
and take flight ... take flight.



Believe me, you crazy little siren, the world is not ready for me to follow my madness!

Resigned: An *almost* Haiku

You may tow my car
But you will never take...

... oh hell, here's $80. Can I have my car back now?