Saturday, January 14, 2017

At least it's not smoggy in Washington

I'm so obsessed with the politics of the day here that I can think of little else. No one needs to hear more about Trump and the FBI, the CIA and the Russians so I'm not going there. 




My other distraction is China. Have you heard about the strange poem about smog that has gone viral in China? It is spoken in the voice of lung cancer and addressed to the patient. The author is a Chinese thoracic surgeon at the Shanghai Pulmonary Hospital. It turns out that the poem was originally written in English and published in Chest, the journal of the American College of Chest Physicians. I know you won't want to miss the latest internet sensation.

    I am ground glass opacity (GGO) in the lung,
    A vague figure shrouded in mystery and strangeness,
    Like looking at the moon through clouds,
    Like seeing beautiful flowers in the fog.
    I long to be king,
    With my fellows swimming in every vessel.
    My people crawl in your organs and body,
    Holding the rights for life or death, I tremble with excitement.

For the full effect, go here.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Word of the Day

Golden showers.
Always happy to expand my vocabulary.

Kinky Trump

I hardly know what to say about the (unsubstantiated) rumors of Trump's dealings with Putin. Of course, we've suspected this all along, but never did we dream that spies were still in the business of filming embarrassing sexual performances of those they want to control. Can't wait to see Trump twitter his way out of this one.