7 y/o breaks pv wr for age... weighed down by large ballsack...

7 yr old w/ balls larger than my own...



-g

life...

to love and to save
to breath and to slave
while riding the wave
while o2 i crave

to be and to breathe
to know and to seize
while yearning for trees
while no one is pleased

to wake and to walk
to commence and to talk
while the powers balk
while blood leaves the stalk

to dream and to scream
to chillingly gleam
while rivers run upstream
while light loses its beam

to stop a thump
to strangle a bump
while cradleing a lump
while embracing a crump

to step back in time
to repeat this rhyme
while lifeless design
makes my mind slowly rewind...

the physics guy...

i thought this was in interesting little poem of sorts by Richard Feynman... thought i'd share:

There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison.

Ages on ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?
On a dead planet
with no life to entertain.

Never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the sun
poured into space.

A mite makes the sea roar.
Deep in the sea
all molecules repeat
the patterns of another
till complex new ones are formed.

They make others like themselves
and a new dance starts.
Growing in size and complexity
living things
masses of atoms
DNA, protein
dancing a pattern ever more intricate.

Out of the cradle onto dry land
here it is standing:
atoms with consciousness;
matter with curiosity.
Stands at the sea, wondering: I
a universe of atoms
an atom in the universe.

"The Value of Science," address to the National Academy of Sciences (Autumn 1955)

athletics...

hello all,
i am trying to possibly develop some type of website regarding my philosophies on athletics, working out, nutrition, health and living... i might change the domain name but this is what i have whipped up so far:

Muscle Expansion

check it out... but there isn't much there yet...

love,
g

too long...

it's been some time since i have written on here... much to my dismay. recent discussions lead me to the realization that writing on this silly little page is an intellectual release for me that i need on occasion. i am not quite sure what it is... expressing my thought... letting my mind wander... puting form to the endless possibilities of wonderment and confusion that adorns my mind... well, some may say that not too much at all adorns this concrete cerebrum encases in my criscoesque cranium, so probably not. who knows what reasons may be lying beneath, but it mattes not... just that they are there nonetheless.

i never got a chance to thank everyone for all the wonderful birthday wishes! it was definitely a 'smile on my face' experience seeing all the greetings and happy birthdays... sure did make my day... which was filled with seeing patients in the breast clinic... woohoo! but alas, now no more breast for me... i have been getting the other end as i have been working nights in the er this month. it seems that i have seen a lot of ob and peds issues, doing things that i would rather care not to do, which reaffirms me that i made the right decision in choosing surgery... so far so good anyway.

well, 2 down, 12 to go, then i have roughly a week off before i begin my trauma month, which preceeds yet another month of breast. my life other than work has not been too terribly interesting, so not much to report on that front.

my thoughts feel linear now... no tangents overtake my conscious cloud of haze that lingers in the twilight hours. so to the books i declare myself prisoner... the absite... someday soon...

peace out for now,
love,
g