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Things Just Ain’t The Same

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Gogga
on October 13, 2007
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So true. Everything changes, it does. Even things you have never thought possible change. Even those.

Sometimes I sit by my window, staring blankly onto the street, remembering your laugh…

Why?

On that note, here’s a song in my headphones right now. Of course, it’s a remix by Jonathan Peters. Still, the words are the same, even when a very decent beat was layered into them.

DEBORAH COX
Things Just Ain’t The Same

I saw you the other day
And I almost lost my mind
I remember the things we did
I can’t believe it’s a waste of time
And sometimes I want to cry
And sometimes I want to die
Please help me understand
Why can’t my heart just lie

Things just ain’t the same
He could never be you
You should know the pain I feel
Understand what I’m going through

I’m still in love with you
And I know that you feel it too
But I feel that I can’t go on
I just want you to come back home
I’m so ashamed of me
My heart is not complete
I know you walked away
My heart wants you to stay

Things just ain’t the same
He could never be you
You should know the pain I feel
Understand what I’m going through

The water’s in my eyes
Can’t hide what I feel inside
I said the tears keep falling down
I can feel it when you’re not around
I’ve lost control of me
Yet your love’s a shame to see
I just cannot help myself
I don’t want nobody else

The sound of silence

Published
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Gogga
on June 12, 2007
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I was walking to work today… and it hits me!!!

Think about this… With that iPod, you’re listening to the … how should I call this? You’re listening to the silence.

Not the right choice of words? Perhaps.

Think about this. Silence is when everything is quiet and you cannot hear anything. Let me check the definition here… 1 sec

 

Main Entry:
1si·lence Listen to the pronunciation of 1silence
Pronunciation:
\?s?-l?n(t)s\
Function:
noun
Etymology:
Middle English, from Anglo-French, from Latin silentium, from silent-, silens
Date:
13th century

1: forbearance from speech or noise : muteness — often used interjectionally

2: absence of sound or noise : stillness <in the silence of the night>

3: absence of mention: a: oblivion, obscurity b: secrecy <weapons research was conducted in silence>

Absence of noise. … Think about this … … … done thinking?

You have your iPod with carefully selected hundreds is not thousands of songs. You thumb through the ones you do not like. What do you have? You have an as-loud-as-you-like sound in your head, drowning out all the shit on the street around you. Yes, even that girl that just smiled to you. Even her. Fuck her! She’s a part of that everlasting noise that’s everywhere…!!!

Where was I? Oh, yeah. So, it hits me. With this LOUD noise in my head I am actually drowning out ALL noise. I can think more clearly and concentrate on the thought I just head. Who is that girl? Why did she smile? Turn around, idiot!!!!!!! Give a 4-second look straight into her eyes. Smile. Nod. She smiles again. You just made her day. Perhaps you will eb a part of her wet dream. Will she of yours? Nah! She wasn’t my type. Was she?

Where was I? Oh, yes, realizing that I really like this track. There is a good reason I’ve selected this track for my pod. Yes yes yes. Who made this? Ah, Jonathan Peters, of course. How could I not remember? But then the memory is shit these days.

Where was I? Oh, yes, almost to work now. Enjoying the quiet peace noiseless environment only your favorite loud-ass pounding new-york-hard-house track can provide.

Now, baby, take your sunglasses off, push stop, take a deep breath of cool air-conditioned… air… and say “Hi! How’s it going? Me too!”. Tuesday is here now. Back to fucking noise.

On the tree

Published
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Gogga
on May 13, 2007
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Every year I look at this tree…

It’s green today…

It’s leafless tomorrow…

It’s green again day after…

time…

The tree

grab that martini, light up that cuban, and read these stories

Published
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Gogga
on May 1, 2007
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Rhoda, a person from Omaha who posted a reply on my post about webmd and mrsa has a blog.

Read it. http://www.rhoda.mrsastory.com/.

If this is real [and I am a known skeptic], this is some crazy stuff.

This post here talks about crazily insane shit I never consider a possibility:

 I took my daughter to the ER last night or a broken finger and a UTI. While we were checking her in I asked if they needed to be notified if she has MRSA.
“Has what?”
“MRSA. M-R-S-A.”
M-R-S-E? I can check her records.”
“No, Mam. M-R-S-A.”
She checks her computer and finds there is no previous note of it although we have been there before so she scribbles it on a piece of paper for us to give the admitting nurse which we dutifully did. She glanced at it and went on with getting us registered and proceeded to put us in a double room with another patient. Then when they came in to examine and work on my daughter not one of them thought or bothered to even put on gloves or wash their hands before leaving the room. I wonder if they ever did before going on to other patients.
Why didn’t I make a fuss at the time instead of calling to file a complaint today? I suppose it is because my daughter was in their hands and I hate to piss off the people who are going to make her feel better and it definitely seems to piss off medical professionals to correct them. It was 3 a.m. and I wanted to get out of there some time before day light. Whatever, I see it as unconscionable in that daylight. I should have yelled loudly to save the lady in the next bed and the patients seen after my doctor and nursed left with MRSA on their hands. Of course, I have found their attitude here in Omaha to be pretty much, Oh, we are all carriers any how!!! Which is another reason I didn’t speak up. Still wrong. I still should have. I have to be stronger than the opposition in this war even if it means staying up all night and going from hospital to hospital. I should use every opportunity to spread the word instead of the disease no matter how late at night or how mean everyone might be about being corrected. I will do better!!!! See you!

Is this possible?

Things like this exist? I mean most hospitals are Tenet-owned… I’ve seen what they do… But I never thought Rhoda’s story possible. Is it? Ooof…