Cutting away the pain...

A woman I worked with did this to herself for about a year or two. Talk about creepy! She'd arrive covered in criss-cross cuts all along her forearms on both arms. When we tried talking to her about she'd deny anything was really wrong, but the cuttings mixed with the hysterical crying fits told us otherwise (yes, that's an understatement). She's still at my company, and she still crys every now and again, but the self-mutilation did stop.

I believe she stopped when she started volunteering for a small theater company and they eventually made her their stage manager. She required an activity that gave her purpose and pleasure and a peer group that needed her. Once she felt she was part of something bigger than herself she got better. Ain't that the truth for all of us though? We all need a purpose greater than ourselves to give our lives meaning.

WOW!

I am 1,006,292,425 seconds old! Can you figure out how many years that is?

Down with Tyranny!

I love stories like this. I have to laugh because compared to the signs people create about Bush, this was child's play. Yet it caused a furor that required forced demostrations in the streets in support of their "fearless" but apparently thin skinned leader.

Signs of Life

I took these during a short walk through my 'hood. One of those brilliant SoCal days after the rains where everything looks extra sharp and clear. The sun blazed but the crisp breeze kept me cool. A gorgeous, gorgeous day that underlines why I love California.

What ho!

What great taste the Indians have in their choice of British literature. Too bad the British penchant for taking the piss didn't rub off on them though. Life would be so dreary if you couldn't laugh at yourself.

The best Wooster is still Hugh Laurie who can now be seen as a cynical, sarcastic politically incorrect American on House, MD.