Monday, April 28, 2008
oh. my. word.
for the past couple of months i have been checking out josh grobany news to find out if there was the slightest chance that i could get a massive loan from my friendly neighbourhood ah long to go and see him in concert. despite my willingness to have my house decorated with pigs heads and to have the letters "OMPM" painted on my door, i couldn't find a josh groban concert coming near me.
and now, josh groban is coming to new york. and i can watch him. FOR FREE.
it's all part of the Good Morning America Concert Series in Bryant Park. josh groban will be performing at Friday, May 16 at 7:00am - 9.00am.
i was pretty happy to wake up at 5.30am to get to a powerful neuro kopitiam tutorial. now i cannot freaking wait to wake up at 5.30am to stake out a good spot to watch josh groban's eyebrows go up and down as he sings a song in a language only 3% of the world's population can understand.
it will indeed be a Good Morning, America.
i may pass out.
| mando | 4:38 AM
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
a poem i found while reading about syphilis :
Isaac Asimov wrote in Limericks, under "Luetic Lament,":
There was a young man of Back Bay
Who thought syphilis just went away.
And thought that a chancre
Was merely a canker
Acquired in lascivious play.
Now first he got acne vulgaris,
The kind that is rampant in Paris
It covered his skin
From forehead to shin
And now people ask where his hair is.
With symptoms increasing in number,
His aorta's in need of a plumber
His hear is cavorting
His wife is aborting
And now he's acquired a gumma.
Consider his terrible plight -
His eyes won't react to the light
His hands are apraxic.His gait is ataxic.
He's developing gun-barrel sight.
His passions are strong as before
But his penis is flaccid, and sore.
His wife now has tabes
And sabre-shinned babies
She's really worse off than a whore.
There are pains in his belly and knees.
His sphincters have gone by degrees.
With all its concomitants,
Brings on quite unpredictable pees.
Though treated in every known way,
His spirochetes grow day by day.
He's developed paresis,
Converses with Jesus,
And thinks he's the Queen of the May.
if there were a lewd poem for every disease on earth, i would be the best doctor ever.
| mando | 7:12 AM