A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

No Mo' Nocardia?

I learned a new word today: nocardia. It may have caused my brain abscess -- which according to last week's MRI has pretty much gone except for some swelling. So Dr. B. has decided to take me off the daily infusion -- woohoo! no more PICC line! -- and cut back on some of the antibiotics. I'll no longer have to schlep to Stanford every day, or wake up at 6 a.m. to take clindamycin. Life is good.
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