Oxymoron observed on Usenet today:
I'm such a hypochondriac - by reading up on the symptoms possible, last Saturday I'd convinced myself that this sore shoulder I've had was really lung cancer (specifically: "Pancoast Syndrome"). Although I gave up tobacco usage ten years ago I have this fear that I didn't quit Soon Enough. Now of course the pain has faded (just a sprained muscle, I reckon) and I'm feeling pretty good! Still, a reassuring visit to the pulmonologist (who I saw about my asthma) may be in order, along with the baseline chest X-ray he suggested; and I'll be formally establishing a relationship with a Family Practice (ie a "regular") doctor in the same facility, per the pulmonolgist's recommendation, after I return from Europe. I can tell this Palo Alto Medical Foundation is a really good place since it's so difficult getting appointments - I'm also scheduled for a physical, and the next available time slot was three months away! Plus I like their building's 1950's "Googie" stylings. My dentist is also in Palo Alto - the place positively exudes high-grade health-care vibes to me, what with Stanford adjacent and all - I feel lucky and privileged, by my proximity and insurance, to have access. At my most morbidly hypochondriacical, I anguish about the sad impact my sudden death would have upon my loved ones, and how I could minimize that impact, especially the tidying up afterwards. Is this weird? Frankly, should I develop a wasting illness, I intend to avoid any hospitalization - I desire no prolonging of life via a connection to a machine. But this is so easy to say while healthy - any pain or sickness drives us directly into the arms of the medical community, pleading with them to do whatever it takes, at whatever price, to restore health - why should I believe I've the strength to behave any differently?
|G was disappointed that the "Starry Night" wasn't there - but how often does the MoMA let that prize out of the house? It also has a title which leads to confusion, with "Starry Night Over The Rhone" - let's just call it "The Big Dipper", instead.|
Did you enjoy my little Van Gogh shogh? As with all good web pages, the images are all "thumbnails".
MoMA - Museum Of Modern Art
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<1> His exact words were:
One of a wheat field which I considered 'best of show' and not that insipid one at the exit wall, which every philistine gawked at with the black death crows, muttering oh the poor demon chased man...