my hand is big (supersized me)
my hand is big
my foot is big
my leg is big
my waist is big
my shoe is big
my pants are big
my shirt is 6XL
my DVD is big
my hamburger is big
my fries are big
my cereal box is big
my bowl is big
my plate is big
my fork is big
my table is big
my car is big
my lawn is big
my satellite dish is big
Vacation Adventure
Show us the wild kingdom
& let this paid king’s ransom
hold us captive one more day.
Let us be owls flying at night,
shouting judgments & formulae,
random truths of sorry subsistence.
This is the noise trees make
when no one is there to listen:
curt crunch & crackle
of solid dead fall, amazeballs
with a four-star review on
our favorite travel site.
Stone fireplace in drafty mansion
stirs the wind of ancestral doom;
we go for a stroll near sunset.
Hear our important footfall,
the approach of muffled outrage
through discarded thickets,
branches & limbs who lost
when gravity came a’callin’.
Now we all pine for fancy crafts
lost to time & tradition,
artisan carpenters of legend
who once whittled soft existence
into heirloom lives worth living.
ATTACK
(Or Don’t Have A COW, Man)
Just to be safe, one of the Secret Service men brought the letter to the President, even though he was certain there was nothing to it.
The letter had been checked for fingerprints and any identifying characteristics. Nothing could be determined from the letter except that it had been sent from Brooklyn. The text:
“President of the Evil Empire:
Within a week of receiving this letter, begin to remove all troops from overseas. You must repatriate at least 10% of those troops each year until all are gone from the long suffering world and are where they belong.
We will be watching you. If you do not comply, you will suffer very serious consequences.
-Conscience Of The World”
“In nature, nothing is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways and they’re still beautiful.”
On a genetic level, we humans often more resemble trees twisted in individual, complex ways than the neat diagrams presented in anatomy texts.
This makes it a whole lot more complicated to figure out how to keep people healthy and prevent, diagnose and treat disease.
Artificial intelligence, big data, and machine learning techniques have the potential to help researchers and medical professionals with this, though, as many research leaders discussed during San Francisco State University Department of Biology’s annual Personalized Medicine Conference. Held at the South San Francisco Conference Center May 31st, 2018, this gathering touched on the promises – and the complications – of data-driven medicine, individualized for particular groups of people, and ultimately, particular people.
Computers’ ability to store and analyze large sets of data can allow researchers to determine which patients are more or less likely to develop a disease or respond to a certain treatment. As keynote speaker Dr. Manuel Rivas, Assistant Professor of Biomedical Data Science at Stanford University pointed out, most individual human genes have only a weak link to a person’s health. Computerized examination of large data sets taken from many patients’ genomes might give us a better idea of which combinations of genes, acting together, would lead to greater or lesser risks of developing a condition, as his work pointed to with Type 2 diabetes.
Faye Wray and a Washerwoman Named Argento
What is more likely: Faye Wray falls in love with her giant hairy captor
at altitude or that Ponzi schemers show remorse and trickle down
economics becomes more than a urine puck aperitif?
And lumbering from the icebox to the mailbox this morning,
I thought about how many stunt men had died
during the moon landing. Why humans abducted sour
milk carton children and aliens abduct everyone else.
Soon there would be no one left but the aliens
and parking enforcement.
And a washerwoman named Argento
or Felicity or after some little known element
from the periodic table. With buck teeth that make
her smile look like a front door. Solid oak if you
were knocking.
Ulysses needed a travel agent and Alexander
should have never gone to India. Elephants should
live far away like postcards. And I could tell them both this,
but they would call me a shut-in and they wouldn’t
be wrong.
The closer anyone gets, the farther away
you travel from yourself.
only feel good in the winter
another hot day
another day where
the sun reminds
you fat people
only feel good
in the winter
i figure one of
these days i won’t
be able to afford
air conditioning
sweating to death
is a book from the
18th century
i suppose that says
something about
this damn society
christians parading
around yet not
giving two shits
about anything
jesus said