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Hospital heroics
[K is talking to our neighbor, Erica, who is a nurse at a nearby hospital.]
K: So, what's new with you?
Erica: I got a new job, actually, working at the university hospital.
K: Really? Why'd you change? Your old job, at Lakeside Hospital, is practically right down street.
Erica: Well, at Lakeside, I was working in the trauma ward. Not what I expected.
K: Oh? Sounds kinda glamorous.
Erica: Yeah, it sounds that way. I was kinda hoping to get some heroic stories. But most of the people who came in were gangbangers who had gotten shot, shivved, and so on.
K: I see...so what are you doing at the University Hospital?
Erica: I decided to try the burn ward.
K: Did you get heroic stories this time?
Erica: Not exactly. "How'd you get this burn?" "uh, I was working in my meth lab and..."
You just can't win. K gets a fair number of "stroke patients" who come in with slurred speech and a weird unbalanced gait, but it often turns out that they're just advanced-stage alcoholics with hillbilly accents.
[after returning from dinner out]
Me: Hey, can you turn the heat back up to 68?
Her: It's already at 68.
Me: Hunh. I swear I turned it down before we went out. In fact, I know I did.
Her: So you must have turned it back up when we walked in the door.
Me: I guess I'm losing my mind.
Her: Seems like it.
Me: No dissertation for me, then.
Her: Why not?
Me: Well, I don't have a mind. I've lost it.
Her: Isn't losing your mind what needs to happen in order for you to write a dissertation on that crap?
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4chan has gone mainstream

4chan has gone mainstream

One of these things just doesn’t belong…

One of these things just doesn’t belong…

Bach wrote a lot of music. I’m mostly familiar with his secular concertos and harpsichord/organ music, and his sacred choral music. Apparently he wrote a couple of secular choral works as well. I’ll have to track down a recording, because this sounds like it would be pretty funny judging by the lyrics.

Me: You know, that one song?
Her: Which song?
Me: From that stupid musical?
Her: Oh, the stupid musical? The one with the insipid plot, corny songs, lame dances, and that gets all happy at the end? That one?
Me: Yeah, that one.
Her: ...

So this rap song is getting a lot of radio play on the local hip-hop top 40 station. Practically every other word is bleeped out, especially in Nicki Minaj’s interlude (occurs at 1:24 in the video) so I looked it up on youtube to see what the hell these filthy lyrics were actually saying. It is actually pretty funny (and rather lewd, even by rap standards).

I’m sure this song was written at least somewhat ironically, in the sense of “how far can we push the stereotype that urban blacks are obsessed with ample female buttocks? I know, let’s make a song called ASS that just repeats the word ‘ass’ over and over.” Yet, here we are:

There was also this hilarious youtube comment:

smh, wowwww, soooooo, um, how is this even considered “real” music? just goes to show you how much this generation is so lost including the musicians. ask yourself this, how does this music glorify God? #WWJD

I don’t think it’s everyone else who’s “lost” here, dude.

My favorite excerpt from the Dao De Jing

Thirty spokes are joined in the hub of a wheel.

But only by relying on what is not there, do we have the use of the carriage.

By adding and removing clay we form a vessel.

But only by relying on what is not there, do we have use of the vessel.

By carving out doors and windows we make a room.

But only by relying on what is not there, do we have use of the room.

And so, what is there is the basis for profit;

What is not there is the basis for use.

THE PHILOSOPHER TSANG SAID:

SUPPOSE THAT THERE IS AN INDIVIDUAL WHO CAN BE ENTRUSTED WITH THE CHARGE OF A YOUNG ORPHAN PRINCE, AND CAN BE COMMISSIONED WITH AUTHORITY OVER A STATE OF A HUNDRED LI, AND WHOM N O E M E R G EN CY H O W E V E R G R E A T CAN DRIVE FROM HIS PRINCIPLES — IS SUCH A MAN A SUPERIOR MAN? HE IS A SUPERIOR MAN INDEED.

The Fable of the Frog

A frog was hopping around a farmyard, when it decided to investigate the barn. Being somewhat careless, and maybe a little too curious, he ended up falling into a pail half-filled with fresh milk. As he swam about attempting to reach the top of the pail, he found that the sides of the pail were too high and steep to reach. He tried to stretch his back legs to push off the bottom of the pail but found it too deep. But this frog was determined not to give up, and he continued to struggle. He kicked and squirmed and kicked and squirmed, until at last, all his churning about in the milk had turned the milk into a big hunk of butter. The butter was now solid enough for him to climb onto and get out of the pail!

The moral of the story is: If your approach is completely futile and pointless, do not consider changing tactics. Perhaps some weird miracle will occur and make your stupid approach work out by accident, instead of slowly killing you, as you can expect it to do almost 100% of the time.