Unlikely Heroes Fuck Biscuits

April 25, 2012

The above video is a Stephen Fry segment featuring a woman named Jess Thom, who has made lemonade out of lemons while having Tourette’s syndrome plus coprolalia — the tendency to involuntarily blurt out curse words.

Her most frequent blurted out words are “Fuck” and “Biscuit”, and Tourette’s also causes uncontrollable movement.

Thom is now a sort of super hero, costume and all, spreading awareness for Tourette’s.

Enjoy the video and let it strike conversation in your business place. I think it’s worth it.

Via


Unlikely BAMF in a Tutu

April 18, 2012

Joanne Casey posted these damn photos from photographer Bob Carey. It’s a series of him wearing only a tutu.

He explains the series started as a kind of a joke, but then the story took a turn when his wife developed breast cancer. Wearing a pink tutu suddenly took on meaning.

So now Bob Carey sells his images to raise awareness and money to fight cancer.

Read more and make a contribution here.

Via


Inspirational: Grandma carries disabled granddaughter over mountains to school

April 5, 2012

This Chinese grandma values her granddaughter’s education so much, she’s willing to carry her to school, an over 2-hour walk, there and back.

Via TYWKIWDBI who included this:

Tan, seven, has cerebral palsy and can’t walk, so every morning for the last three years, her granny has carried her the five kilometres to school, waited for her, and carried her home across southwest China’s Chongqing Municipality… Incredibly though, the two have never been late for school, even though the walk takes around two hours on a good day. It is estimated Xiang has carried Tan, now seven, over 10,000 km.


The Scar Project; Breast Cancer is Not a Pink Ribbon

February 23, 2012

Prepare to be moved. About the SCAR project:

The SCAR Project is a series of large-scale portraits of young breast cancer survivors shot by fashion photographer David Jay. Primarily an awareness raising campaign, The SCAR Project puts a raw, unflinching face on early onset breast cancer while paying tribute to the courage and spirit of so many brave young women.

Read more

See more images here.

There isn’t one image that isn’t moving in some way. I could seriously post every single one of them.

My mom survived breast cancer, among a slew of other things. She’d be an amazing candidate for this project. Scars on her legs, chest and breast.

What an amazing project. Let’s toast to science and awareness.

Via TYWKIWDBI


Cool move, World. Let’s hire inspirational models

January 5, 2012

Above is a page out of a Target flyer that includes child model Ryan, a young six-year-old boy with Downs Syndrome. Ryan has also been featured in Nordstrom’s advertising, which is the second clipping above.

From Ryan’s mom:

The whole process of modeling is an extreme confidance booster for him. He received so much warmth and caring from the Nordstrom crew that he thought they were there just for him! We are honored that Ryan is making the Down Syndrome community proud. He is a beautiful boy inside and out. He makes us better parents, and a better family.

Via the Daily What


reblog: The Daily What, Heartbreaking Tearjerker of the Day

October 18, 2011

If you do nothing else with your day, stop by The Daily What and read this story about a mother, faced with her life or her unborn baby’s, she chose her baby’s.

Holy heartbreak.

There’s a video and a story. Here’s the first part (below). Click on the link above to read the rest.

Heartbreaking Tearjerker of the Day: 41-year-old Stacie Crimm was faced with her very own Sophie’s Choice: Undergo chemotherapy to treat her cancer and risk losing her unborn daughter, or forgo the treatment and save her child’s life, but most likely lose her own.

She chose the latter.

Crimm became pregnant in March after years of trying. She was diagnosed with head and neck cancer a few months later. Somehow, she managed to hold on long enough to give birth to baby girl Dottie Mae by C-section on August 18th.

I would wager a million dollars, this was not a case of, “Well, the mother should have prayed harder” or “She should have asked Jesus with more zeal for healing.”

The next time you say, “Thank god I survived [insert catastrophe of your choice].” Remember how often that prayer is answered with a big fat, “No, bitch.”

 


The Breast Center

August 3, 2011

The Carbondale University Mall is a ghost town. There are some big-name stores there like Old Navy, American Eagle, Macy’s, etc. But it’s almost like they are there because they feel sorry for the town. Maybe the owners of those stores think they are contributing to a charity by keeping their stores in a mall like that.

In the back of the mall, near the food court, I found the above sign for the breast center. It’s pointing toward a little gray door that looks more like an exit than an entrance.

All I could think of was behind that gray door in the corner was a HUGE areola. Or behind the door, there were a bunch of animated boobs without chests running around.

I mean, The Breast Center? What else could it be?

Here’s a shot of cobbled together images at the food court at the mall. This should show you just how ghost town this mall is. Notice there are only two restaurants that are open. The rest are vacant.

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One more thing, drop by the wiki for “breast.” The top right image is a photo of a pregnant woman’s boob. When I was growing up, that was considered pornographic. I’m not sure why. Wikipedia must be the modern boy’s National Geographic magazine.


Clean Bill

June 17, 2011

I received a letter from my doctor this week telling me that all of my blood work, urinalysis and EKG came back with very positive results. Over the past year and a half, I managed to lower my cholesterol, get my heart back to a non-abnormal place, and smooth out my body sugars.

We had our followup visit yesterday, and my doctor was thrilled with my blood pressure results over the past 15 days.

She was on the fence whether she wanted to put me back on a minor dose of a blood pressure medicine. Yesterday, I’m happy to report that she said, “It’s not necessary. It shows that your exercise and diet changes have worked. It’s not to say that you won’t need something in the future, but for now, good job and keep it up.”

She paused and then she said, “To top it off, your resting heart beat shows that you have the heart of a person who is exercising very often. So I can really tell you’re doing what you say you’re doing.”

I danced away like an excited child.

Weeeeeeee.


I got duped

June 13, 2011

Remember this young woman and this story?

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Apparently it was a hoax.

The mind behind the voice says this:

I never expected this level of attention. While the narrative voıce may have been fictional, the facts on thıs blog are true and not mısleading as to the situation on the ground. I do not believe that I have harmed anyone — I feel that I have created an important voice for issues that I feel strongly about.

Read more here.


Lime stalactites

May 25, 2011

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This morning, I woke up again at 4 a.m. It’s been over a week now that I’ve had this early morning wakeup and a difficult time falling back asleep. I eventually fell back asleep, but not before having a paranoid conversation with myself about the possibility of having sleep apnea.

Over the weekend, we went to a dinner party with friends, and one of them had one of those sleep tests to check if he has sleep apnea. He told me all about it in great detail, and I woke up with that on my mind.

You see, I had gasped from my nightmare when I awoke, and I wondered if I gasped because of lack of breath. So then I started working through my memory to find other waking moments to see if they were gasps too. I couldn’t remember, and that lack of memory scared me, too.

Tina and I have regular checkups scheduled for next week. And even though my blood pressure is consistently at or below normal, it freaked me out when my doctor put me on a BP med over a year ago and said, “Change your diet.” Many of you know, I’m not on that medication any longer. Tina and I eat fresh almost every meal, and we watch the amount of salt and other things we eat. We work out as much as we can.

Apparently BP and sleep apnea go hand in hand, according to this conversation we had the other night. I finally let it go after an hour.

The thing that finally put my mind at ease was that I remembered my friend saying his blood pressure was at 200 over 150s. And that shit is SCARY.

Neither Tina or I have been to the doctor in a year or more. We’re on new insurance, and we were waiting for this one doctor to accept our insurance. So now we’re good to go. I’m sure I’ll tell you all about it.

It’s thunder storming this morning. It’s so dark and eerily gorgeous. 

This morning, I took Talulah out to pee. She’s afraid of the rain. So I had to coerce her off the porch by leaving the front gate hoping she’d follow. She followed of course, without a leash, and finally peed. I told her we should have brought soap. We could have killed two birds with one stone. She said, “We could kill birds?”

We laughed and slapped five.

Healthcare

This all reminds me that I had a conversation about healthcare with my old man recently. He reads this blog, and for a second I thought I would change old man to some dude. But, hey, it’s not a big deal. I’m not ragging on the guy. It was a real conversation.

He was saying that Obama Care is bull, and that there are ways for people to get healthcare. From what I heard him kvetch about, he was saying that people aren’t going to be turned away from a medical center for treatment. I couldn’t think of a response on my feet, so I let him talk. But thinking about it again this morning, “getting healthcare” and “paying for healthcare” are two different monsters. Sure, no one’s going to say, “How are you going to pay for us to stitch up this severed aorta? … Oh, you can’t. Okay, have a nice death.”

The problem (in part) is preventative care. It’s giving people the sense of mind that we could monitor blood pressure before it reaches 200 over 150. It’s the idea that we could catch cancer before it riddles the body a death trap. It’s the hope that we can keep our loved ones around because the bills aren’t so goddamn exorbitant, right?

And maybe I misunderstand what Obama care is. But ideally, it’s providing a way for people to pay for insurance that helps them get ongoing, preventative healthcare as well as emergency healthcare.

Secular friendships

Above I talked about a dinner party we went to. At the party, we were a couple from Australia with their newborn, a hetero couple with their two boys, a gay couple with their dogs, and the Wittifinis (Tina and yours truly).

We had a great time. We talked. I took pictures. We had a few glasses of wine. We played games. It’s a diverse, respectful group, and you wouldn’t know it, but there was a great variety of beliefs and ideas among us. I mean, one guy really likes Martha Stewart. I mean, to the point of religious idolizing. I hate Martha Stewart. But we got along.

There’s one person who religiously idolizes Madonna. I don’t like Madonna. Yet we got along.

There were religious people in the group. And there were very non-religious people. Don’t you see? That shit doesn’t matter. Secularism takes care of all of that.

We all had different views, but we’re secular. We know how to get along despite differences in opinions and beliefs. This is what happens in my experiences with my family as well. Most times, it’s secular. And when it’s secular, it’s neutral and fun.

Ahh, secularism. What a dream.

By the way, the photo above was added just to get your attention.


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