Perspectives from the worlds of medicine, technology, and that other thing.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Melanoma

I had it! Now it's cut out.

Diagnosis:
A. Malignant Melanoma. Superficial Spreading Type. Invasive to Clark's Level II. Approximately 0.39 mm in Thickness. Arising as a focal change in a nevus with architectural disorder. Note: There is no evidence of ulceration. The lymphocytic response is patchy and sparse. The mitotic rate is low. Small epitheliod cell types predominate. A complete excision of the lesion is recommended.

Translation:
I have a giant hole in my belly, but I'm not going to die. Nothing like a sudden immense fear of death to give you a little perspective on life. This has really taught me the dubiously important lesson that I should continue to enjoy myself.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Weddings!

I'm going to the Lu-Deforest wedding of the century!

Ross, I bet you didn't think I could pull that off!?
(We should definately hang out when I go)

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Think about it, there must be High Line love

According to the blogosphere, illegal but easy enough access to the High Line is going to be blocked in a matter of days.

For those of y'all who don't know, the High Line is what remains of a west side el train that has been abandoned since 1980. Since then it has persisted in various states of disrepair, including being partially disassembled in 1991.

Despite its idleness for the past quarter century, scholars and historians still like to wax romantic about a time when trains would come barreling down tenth avenue, cleverly nicknamed "Death Avenue" for the increased likelihood of death-by-cowcatcher. The futuristic comic book culture also has dedicated a fair amount of time to dreaming up impossible ideas for the 1.5 mile-stretch of track, including a skywalk, an unlikely amphitheater, and the most ridiculous swimming pool ever built.

The actual future of the highline will be as a promenade:




But in the meantime, I'm ready to make an 11th-hour effort to walk the remains of the highline before it gets all corporate. This will certainly involve brown bags and cigarettes, and with any luck an 8 megapixel digital camera.

(info, photos)