brucine (broo'-seen), 1) n. Pharm., Chem. a bitter, poisonous alkaloid, C23H26N2O4, obtained from the nux vomica tree; 2) n. Bruce Bortin's 'low-impact' weblog

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Client Satisfaction Phone Message

This is a voicemail from one of my old clients. I couldn't get
this to stick to one of those blue Client Satisfaction sheets.

N.B. This is not the same Mr Redacted pictured six entries down. They're all Redacted once they get here.

Welcome Back


Welcome Back, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

This heron has been missing, but he returned yesterday. Oakland, Madison at 10th St.

Clouds


Clouds, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Ghost Tulips


Ghost Tulips, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Graf


Graf, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

17th St at Harrison, Oakland

Queendom of Shades

Link
Queendom of Shades, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Styling by Mary "Miss MJ" Foran

Frames by Friezeframes

Mr Redacted's Check


Mr Redacted's Check, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Hammer & Sick


Hammer & Sick, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Copper & Cobalt

Prayer Wheel


Prayer Wheel, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

2/22/10

Torii


Torii, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

2/22/10

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Free Tibet


Free Tibet, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Thanks, Mary. Thanks, silkworms and sheep!

Effin Good Pie


Effin Good Pie, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Thanks, Cathy!

Detecting a Trend


Detecting a Trend, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Oot-greet.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Playbill


Playbill, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Oy, so ferklempt I got.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Numerology

Rode past the bank today at 10:57, and it was 57 degrees. Happy Birthday, me!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Winter Olympics


"The ice is getting fudgy." "Hard! Hard!"

Is this *supposed* to be pornographic? Sweep for me, you sultry Nordic goddesses! #WomensCurling

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Oh My Heart Feels such Sadness Today


Goodbye, Quincy!

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Bruce at Palapa Restaurant, Santa Barbara

photo by Mary Foran on Valentines Day.

Shortly before the fork situation arose.

Cathy, Mary


Cathy, Mary, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

At Hendry's Beach.
Cathy has a camera.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Decapitated


Decapitated, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Neck-bone

Frond Bud


Frond Bud, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Frond Base


Frond Base, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Fronds


Fronds, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Let's all pretend that that street lamp isn't even there, okay?

Tiny Dates


Tiny Dates, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Or maybe they're flowers?

Sky


Sky, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Driving down to Santa Barbara. Cathy at the wheel.

Sky


Sky, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Driving down to Santa Barbara. Cathy at the wheel.

Federal Architecture


Federal Architecture, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

View from outside the executive toilets at the BAART clinic. Looks cozy, no?

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Goodbye #4


Goodbye #4, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

I split a tooth on Sunday. Good ol' Number 4, upper right molar, split top to bottom.


I got to take a trip to the oral surgeon's! The video above is part of what happened there. Extraction & bone graft. Some of the still photography is by Jed from Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery of San Francisco. Thanks, Jed.

An indeterminate number of cadavers were harmed in the making of this video. For the bone graft, you understand. Thank you, cadaver(s). I am grateful to the dead. Never met the blighter(s). Not that I'm aware of, anyway.

My sister Meg asked about graft-vs-host reaction. I remember talking to my periodontist about this when I received a cadaver-bone-graft last year. He explained that the material that gets engrafted is denatured to the point that it no longer has immunocapability, it's really just a structural support that encourages new bone tissue to grow into it. My immune system doesn't reject the graft for the same reason. It's not alive, you see, so there's no urgent reason for the body to get rid of it. And despite the fact that I'm partially made up of dead people, I don't seem to be compelled to gnaw upon the living. Imagine my relief.

During the pre-op waiting-around period, I was sitting in the immobilizr-o-stat chair waiting to be attached to the IV drip which would put me into "twilight anesthesia":


...and they were playing some local radio on the sound system, don't you know. And every ten minutes or so, that song by Pink? "Please Don't Leave Me"? With the video in which she assumes a sadistic nurse persona?


That would play on the radio, followed by a teaser for a news story about Michael Jackson's doctor, who, you'll recall, had a little boo-boo with the IV drip that he'd rigged up for the King of Pop. Pleasant dreams!

I must say, the anesthesia worked wonderfully. I really don't remember a thing.

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