Nacre

"Nacre" sounds like an erotic euphemism. A leisurely beachcombing near ancient oyster beds led me to realize that. In fact, it went further, and prompted a poem.

The meter, for those who care, is represented visually as follows:


_._._._
._._.

Oh the shine! My fingers ache
To touch that sweet thing:

Silken colors, slippery,
As soft as me there;

Curves that arc in gentle swoons
Around the body

Once awash in holy calm
Within that temple,

Wrapping scarves of pearl
Around its softness:

Breathing water, eating sand,
Sweating heaven.

Casing empty, body gone,
It fills my eyes now:

Oyster shell, long empty, laps
The flowing water.


Fabulous dress sense!

Coming up to Castro & Market, I noticed half a dozen middle-aged men, most in wonderful shape, some with jackets draped over their chairs and some with jeans in puddles around their feet. Wearing nothing but hats. ... And a few tattoos, possibly as punctuation, but it's not like they cover anything.

I perked up and went over; said, "Gentlemen, I _love_ your outfits!"

A circle of shit-eating grins glowed back at me. The cutest-and-he-knew-it said, "Thanks; we worked real hard on 'em!"

Had it been an enclosed space (like a bar), I'd have had a comeback, but aware as I was of the very mixed crowd, I just gave a little laugh and passed on --with a big grin.

I love this town.

Words to Corbett's green bits

City pocket-gardens
Smelling tranquil, earthy,
Kiss the looming trees in
Almost plenty; better,
Much, than concrete jungle.

Haiku: Strung stones in a shop

I'm briefly amazed:
Do trees, clouds, waves fit on string?
Those are _my_ prayer beads.

Lovely note to start on

Pisses me off that almost all the studies done on CRPS insist on recruiting subjects (that is, patients) who have only one affected limb!  This specifically precludes a huge proportion of us. Unrealistic & stupid.

Happily (and never was the word less apt), RSDS.org is doing a 20-year study on the natural history of CRPS.  With luck, that might change the general focus to something more realistic. It only takes practice about, oh, 10-15 years to catch up with the data.

Frkn one-affected-limb-only.  Sheesh.  Bloody amateurs.

If I had a massive gift to endow, I'd create scholarships for people with CRPS to get all the support & equipment they need to complete medical school, medically-related advanced degrees, whatever it takes.