Song to the Siren

Now from his breast into his eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms, longed for as the sun warmed earth is longed for by a swimmer spent in rough water where his ship went down under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea. Few men can keep alive through a big surf to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind: and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband, her white arms round him pressed as though forever.

- Homer, The Odyssey

I'll See You in My Dreams

♥ S.L.M. ♥
December 17, 1929 - September 8, 2009

Anthropo Logic

A couple of weeks ago I was on my way to lunch with my former project manager, celebrating one year of liberation from social science and passing of the state boards. A now-doctoral-degree-holding colleague stopped by to say hello and commented that it was fun to keep up on facebook where we had recently become virtual friends. "But your profile picture... you're wearing and overcoat and standing on the street corner. You look a little like..."
"A prostitute?" I interjected.
She quickly corrected me, noting that the appropriate term is "sex worker".

The bias-free insult: how anthro-politcal!

Sudden Birth

So, this is a great video I wanted to keep around for posterity's sake. Labor and delivery instruction via the Berkeley Police Department and Alta Bates Medical Center, circa 1966.
If you decide to watch, just remember: "Keep calm. Keep calm. Keep calm..."

You Can That Heaven Here...