http://www.ktla.com/news/landing/ktla-nursing-home-roommate-murder,0,2740359.story
http://www.examiner.com/us-headlines-in-national/woman-98-accused-of-killing-her-100-year-old-nursing-home-roommate
Reminiscing about the night they had before she left, she remembered his cold and thought to phone him and see how he was doing. In the back of her mind, she realized the pleasure she wished to receive from his thanks for checking in, and in fact she knew it was this desire to feel good about herself that drove her to act rather than genuine interest in his well-being. She was at once overcome with shame.
Haven’t posted here in a while and am not sure what this blog’s function is anymore. Perhaps just a depository for my thoughts—what blogs were meant to be in the first place.
Just finished my midterms for public health today and am going to Rome tomorrow for four days, provided that the French strikes don’t get in the way. I’m about half-packed, but it only takes about fifteen minutes to throw my clothes, electronics and toiletries in a backpack. I’m not sure how people ever pack days in advance—you’re packing all the things you’re going to wear and use anyway!
Also, today, I:
-watched Memento for the first time and it was not what I thought it would be (for some reason I mentally prepared myself for the Life of Pi). But it was great, and should be watched again to really understand the middle section of the movie.
-had a dinner of lentil soup, goat cheese, cucumbers and crackers. Awesome.
-tried Cheeseburger flavored Lays. Also awesome, but in a different way. They taste just like a McDonald’s cheeseburger, so mainly like pickles, mustard, and burnt meat.
-Listened to the single, Impossible Soul, at least four times. My favorite part comes on at 13:49, and I have to admit there are some parts of the song I actually don’t like. But the album overall is great and I love Vesuvius and All for Myself.
-Discovered Jeremy Messersmith, who reminds me of Elliot Smith.
I’m also re-reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being, and am still trying to figure out the narrator dimension of the novel, but really enjoy it. It reminds me of a braided essay in some parts, but it’s fiction…yet written in the authoritative first person that makes it seem like nonfiction.
Lastly, I want to recommend this poem by Dana Isokawa that I stumbled upon in Literary Laundry, a Stanford literary magazine:
http://literarylaundry.com/journal/volume-1-issue-1/poetry/my-distant-fortunes
“Don’t you want me”
Human League
Over the past 30 years, this simple ‘poor man’s Gatorade’ has become a cheap, trusted home remedy passed down to generations of Bangladeshi moms nationwide. It is bought or whipped up and sipped down at the first sign of diarrhea to stave off dehydration, which can drain a weak child of life in just hours.
Everyday, here
to do a bit of writing.
Boston, age five.
Sundays after church my mother
brings out plastic bags they
spill with oranges on the table on the table
and on the floor. An electric
juicer, the halting pulse. The pulpit’s
fleshy mess and ringed juice cup
a citrus scent. We scoop the fruit into
our mouths and lick the stickiness
bright bursts of pulp away so pleased
they are to be consumed and licked
clean.
| Me: | Thanks for the water bottle Mom, you know this kind is really popular now. |
| Mom: | Of course, I'm always on the beat. |
