magic mountains
The mountains I see here are stacked with shantytowns. Incubators for resistant tuberculosis.
I'm listening to:
PJ Harvey- Live at the Royal Court Theater
The mountains I see here are stacked with shantytowns. Incubators for resistant tuberculosis.
Truth is, I don't really know how to make a blog that's relevant or fixed in time or interesting. Maybe that's Mrs. Smith's final curse: not only am I petrified of showing others my writing and permanently self-conscious regarding word choice and syntax, but now I can't even put together the means to document my year abroad.
I read Into the Wild this week after hearing this thoughtful piece on NPR Wednesday. I do wonder whether it qualifies as chicklit for boys? I plowed through the book with the same angst to have finished reading it as I did reading Devil Wears Prada. I had a nice time, but I can't help but think that there's too much selection bias in all the case studies Krakauer includes in his analysis of Chris McCandless' personality, something about how people wandering off and being swallowed by the wild happens more than once a generation? I would make a more personal statement about entering the wild myself, but that would be too easy. And also, false.
I recently road-tripped it to Austin. I am both happy and sad that I didn't have an MP3 of this lovely Stephin Merritt ditty:
Sad because it would have made a more appropriate theme song than Golden Skans by the Klaxons, but happy because I might have gone batshitinsane singing the wheels on the bus for an entire week.
Maybe it could just be all about age of presentation. For instance, common variable immunodeficiency (CVID) and Bruton's x-linked agammaglobulinemia are both B cell imunodeficiencies associated with recurrent bacterial infections by encapsulated organisms. Whatever the pathophysiology, Bruton's presents after 6 months when maternal antibodies disappear, whereas CVID presents in the teens/20s.