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The Outside Agency - Backpack Wisdom (gabber, 2012)
I love high-BPM destruction overlaid with hiphop samples. These guys are so good, they’re almost Maladroit. I STOLE YOUR GIRL WHILE YOU WERE IN PRISON.
Immortal Technique - Industrial Revolution (Instrumental)
Aka Pete Rock - Cake (Instrumental) slowed down
One of my favorite hiphop beats, based on an Isaac Hayes sample.
My girlfriend had breast reduction surgery yesterday! She’s doing great and the results look amazing!
I was pretty unaware of time after they wheeled me to the OR. My anesthesiologist gave me something before we took off and I was without my glasses which made everything even more obscure which I’m grateful for. Who wants to see surgical instruments and there’s something about people looming over you from above…
And then I woke up in the recovery room. A nurse was removing things and told me it was time to wake up though every cell in my being was drunk with drowsy. I couldn’t open my eyes to save my life.
I barely remember Jeff coming in with Heather but I was so glad they were there. A nurse gave me a mini can of ginger ale and gave heather some crackers and told her I needed to eat them.
My throat was sore from intubation and my mouth was drier than dry so basically it took me two hours to eat 4 saltines.
The nurse wheeled me to the bathroom to show jeff how to properly help me up and to the toilet since i’d need some help for a bit. the nausea was awful. moving was not my friend. there were barf bags in my pockets in my lap, everywhere. i didn’t puke but the dizzy puke feeling from the anesthetic was probably the worst feeling i had at that point.
Needless to say getting up to put on clothes and being wheeled in the wheelchair to the car was pretty awful as well. it was like the worst hangover in the world.
I rode with the seat reclined most of the way down and fell asleep in the car.
Getting up the steps to our apartment was a task. It’s a task after a long day and a run at the gym so going up in the state i was in was pretty daunting but i made it. jeff brought a chair down to the first landing so i could sit and rest before the second set.
being in bed was a god send. i remember crying so grateful that heather has come and how good it is to have a nurse friend. i was so grateful that jeff is as good to me as he is and i was just crying because it felt good to cry. it was over. i could go to bed.
i think we got home around 8PM.
I slept. And slept. And peed once. And slept.
It was only this morning when Jeff helped me stand up to pee that i looked down and i could see my feet and how small my boobs were.
You know, people tell you this is life changing and you think, this is life changing and then you really really feel that your life is going to change…
and the only thing you can think is.
HOLY SHIT. I can’t wait to do a hand stand.