The medication is not really cutting it as my a-fib is still going crazy and my heart is racing at unacceptable speeds. So I am going in for ablation surgery this December 9th.
I decided to wait until after Thanksgiving because I didn't want to mess up the holiday and the big shopping day right after it. I will have time to recover before Christmas so that sounds pretty good.
After the doctor we went to the little tea house that we like on Hoyt St. The owner is our new best friend which always happens when we go to a new place. I found out way too much as usual. The guy turns out to be Iranian. He was telling how he goes back and forth to go home because his Dad is sick but wants to come to America because the Doctors are so much better. Pretty funny right?
Anyways he made me this great spinach omelet with onion and tomato and lots of great Middle Eastern spices with no oil or salt. It was great. He kept pouring the tea and chatting with us. It was very nice.
Then Omar our regular car service guy who is from Bangladesh came to pick us up to go to the factory in Sunset Park. This is the factory where are stuff is made in Brooklyn. The owners and all the workers are Chinese and this was the first time Lisa had gone there. She introduced herself to all the workers and thanked them for their hard work. Then we loaded up the SUV with twenty coats and about 200 tops. Omar wouldn't let me lift a finger.
It was a typical Brooklyn day. Hanging out and drinking tea with Iranians. Being driven and helped by a dude from Bangladesh. Working with a shitpot full of Chinese. It is why it is so much fun being called a racist by a moron like the Crack Emcee.
You have to laugh.
Just not to much before the operation. Why take a chance.
86 comments:
You get better!
What's wrong with you is that you treat them all as if they're fully capable of providing valuable services in exchange for your money.
A thoroughly modern non-racist would toss them a few bucks from his passing town car and expect them to stay the fuck out of his neighborhood.
And to be applauded for his benevolence.
I will be better soon.
One of the doctors said he doesn't know how I am walking around so easily with the way the ticker is going.
I told him I am not a pussy and I just push through it. Although I get tired and know enough when to take a break.
I will be just fine. I have a lot of help. Thank youse guys for your support.
Yeah, get this stuff handled, man. My heart can't take the stress.
My offer of 50 grit ablation still stands, but it won't be hurt my feelings if you decide to use the services of someone who actually finished grade school or some shit like that.
You are a racist - you need to employ a slave like Crackah - only then will you be absolved of all your racial sins, you bigot. You probably belong to the KKK like Robert Byrd, the great democrat. Shame!
The ablation will make a big positive change. And it will probably be performed by an MD from India or China.
Brooklyn sounds awful. Too bad you don't live in someplace that really digs integration, Madison for instance.
Iranians are great people. My daughter had her wedding @ an Iranian restaurant and I loved the father and son. They HATE the crazy people who own their country now. You need to try Iranian coffee. The food was great but their coffee is unbelievable.
They put cardamom in their coffee as they do their tea. But, as I type this, I guess a man w/ the heartbeat of a meth head is a not recommended.
Everyone will tell you ablation is a God send, because it is. They'll tell you it's a piece o' cake surgery. But, I know how it feels to have people say that. It's still surgery, and it's scary. Don't be ashamed to admit it and talk about it w/ someone.
Racist is another word for realist.
I like Iranian rice, when they slow cook it in a pan with oil till it gets all crusty and golden. Then they invert it as a little crispy rice cake and it pops out of the pan.
Oprah says if you don't like Obama you are racist. I almost did a separated at birth about that. Hmmm, who does she remind me of?
The bipolar LPN?
Evi, That rice was served w/ fire grilled steak, chicken or sea bass. The kid meal had lots of that rice w/ fried chicken. They all scarfed the rice like it was mac n' cheese.
The Iranians and Iraqi who live here are mostly Christian who were driven out of their countries. They LOVE the US. Every convenience and liquor store along the beach in San Diego is owned by Iraqi Christians. They're great people.
Actually the bipolar CEMC
Leafy Green Diet. oh my goodness. poor trooper ;)
That is what food eats.
I cant believe Crack has only one vote for president.
Where is the Love?
Am I going to have to stuff the vallot?
CEMC isn't bipolar. This is who he is. It's who he's always been. Some of you have just ignored the signs and painted him with the colors you wanted to see him wear instead of acknowledging what he really is.
Cody, he is what he is. But he was wrong to jump on his "you're a racist" schtick with you. That shit gets old real fast. Because it is just a crutch and a sign of weak thinking.
Your poll is a trick question.
All of the above is the correct answer.
I could tell many stories about Iranians - how they were cheaters in school, how they claimed they were "Persians" but could not point out Persia on a map, but I did work with a guy named Simon something or other from Iran. He was Jewish. After the '79 revolution, when asked if he would be going back replied "I would be killed if I did". That's the Iran I know - people who escaped without being killed and others who were arrogant little pricks who called themselves engineers and who hated everyone, even or maybe especially our Iraqi coworkers.
All the Persians I have met are cool. I work with a bunch right now. Talented, smart, good-looking...and they call themselves Iranian, as well as Persian.
The ones I knew in the '70s and '80s called themselves Persians to avoid antagonism or out of embarrassment. I've never held it against them.
While stereotypes are funny and generally correct (in a broad general way), I found painting groups too broadly does not work, because individuals are different.
Racism is just another word for nothing left to say.
Good luck on the operation. You're looking a lot healthier, even though you really aren't.
And just so we are clear, I was talking about Iranians I knew, went to school with and worked with.
I have not met the rest of them.
Come on folks, there are good and bad in all ethnicities; except French Canadians of course!
Who are all above average.
Yes Persians are great and so is everyone else.
Up with people.
Japs, Chinks, Rednecks, Coons, Yids, Canucks, Limeys, Micks, Greasers, Spics, Bohunks, Towel-heads, Wasps, Krauts, Gooks, and Square-heads.
I Love them all.
No. The Turks suck.
Always have sucked. Always will.
I don't know why. It's just science.
Crack has a good post called "back to blogging... "
I recommend it.
Yeah, I'll go right on over there and read that shit. Are you drunk again, Lem?
Lem you are a good guy. But you see Crack has jumped the shark. You can't talk to him anymore. He has returned to his well deserved obscurity.
He should contact his friend Oprah. They are on the same page these days. Just sayn'
I'm trying to figure out these old Cole Porter lyrics from the Rudy Vallee version of "Let's do it".
Yes, I am high. Caffeine. I've slept about 11 hours this week. But that's important right now. I can't hear what he's singing and the lyric doesn't appear to have been repeated after him.
Help a tweaker out...
Chinks do it, Japs do it
Up in Lapland little Laps do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
In Spain the best upper sets do it
Lithuanians and Letts do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it
Think of Siamese twins
Those Argentines without means do it
People say in Boston even Beans do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Sponges they say do it
Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Old Cape Cod clams 'gainst their wish do it
Even lazy jellyfish do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Electric eels, I might add, do it
Though I shocks 'em I know
Why if ask shad do it?
Waiter, bring me shad roe!
In shallow shoals, English soles do it
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
The most refined ladybugs do it
When a gentlemen calls
Moths in your rugs do it
What's the use of moth balls?
Locust in trees do it, bees do it
Even over-educated fleas do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Sweet nightingales in the dark do it
Little larks out for a lark do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Old geese and ducks with their quacks do it
Even those with [???] do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
And old sedate barnyard fowl do it
When the chanticleer cries
Oh, high-browed owls do it
And they're supposed to be wise
The longest worms on the walks do it
Roosters with a doodle-and-a-cock do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
I love Hindus and Vegans. The observant ones who don't eat beef on the side.
Don't you have to been a success to "jump the shark"? I prefer to think of TMR as a blog version of "Hello Larry".
Blake - that is a tough one. Perhaps it is some sort of double entendre.
LOL @ rc!
I almost did the Oprah thing as a separated at birth.
But anyone can be redeemed. Well, everyone except maybe LSL. He is definitely too far gone.
Old geese and ducks with their quacks do it
Even those with creaseless slacks do it
I can only remember the Peggy Lee-Goodman version. She only includes 5 verses. I.e. the first seven verses less the "Sponge" and "Old Cape Cod" ones.
I also have the Columbia Ella version, which doesn't say "Japs/Chinks" - as you would expect, since it was recorded after WWII.
Even those with ball-less sacs do it
Even two-bit law talkin' hacks do it!
Even those King Kong attacks do it
Agitated specklebacks do it
Hey Troop, get well dammit! I can't take the guilt no more.
He is what he is, Evi. And what he is is what he's always been--an ass.
Google him. Read some of the news coverage (in the smaller Frisco newspapers). He was just about to have success...and his whole band quit en mass and went to work with someone else. He joins some music distribution service, then immediately goes to war with them--because they had a "no sampling" policy, and he doesn't just sample for his shit, he steals minutes at a time. So his stuff wasn't distributed. Guess what--it was a nefarious plot to keep down the success of rap music because racism.
Etc.
I don't care that you want to be friends with him or think you're friends with him. It's none of my business. But don't pretend he's anything but what he is, and don't try to hitch a ride across a river on his back.
And yeah, Lem's drunk again, Sixty. What else is new?
Rum is a hell of a drug!
raunchy song from the 30's. Holy crap.
Rum is a hell of a drug!
Mas Tequila!
(that's a Sammy Hagar song, Sixty)
I am sorry Cody. But I have given up on Crack.
I had enough of his bullshit. In all of its aspects.
Other than someone to mock. Just sayn'
Ezzackly, Trooper.
BTW, is there any word on the latest from The Lovely And Talented Mrs. Spinelli? I seem to remember she was hoping for a November release of the next book.
Yeah, Spinnerman - when will that book be published?
Half watching a basketball game (NBA not college) and 4 of 10 players on the court are white.
Is that racist?
Smurfs do it serfs do it
Even woodworkers with kerfs do it.
I'm watching COPS. It's an infomercial about the benefits of drugs and alcohol.
ricpic--nice suggestions...
Cody--that's raunchy, all right, but blacks had their own circuit and that never got played on the White Man's Radio, unlike this one:
My Girl's Pussy
It's a single-entendre, i.e., it used to be a double-entendre (in 1931) but now there's only one to take it.
Sixty--
You did get that I was asking about that particular verse with duck and geese, not what the song was about, right?
heh, blake.
Gents, Thanks for inquiring. My bride got the proof back yesterday. She needs to give the final approval after reading it and then it goes to print. If it's like the first book there will be some changes, 12/15 looks like the date it will be available. We appreciate the interest and I'll keep you apprised.
If Sixty 'didn't get it' he can be forgiven, since Blake quoted all 11(?) verses and then asked a general question.
I'm a right bastard.
It's the demon caffeine.
Cody, if you remember I defended you.
If you are done with Crack, that's fine (nor am I criticizing it, you are right to be pissed off, Trooper too). It is justified. He obviously has his demons. I am definitely not defending his latest raaaaacism jihad. That he would live in Utah given his feelings about Mormons...well he might as well move back to France (at least the food, liquor and wine would be better). I am not challenging your right to criticize him all you want.
But if I am reluctant to help you kick him when he is down, why does that bother you?
What part of 'I don't care if you want to be friends with him or think you're friends with him, it's none of my business' do you find difficult?
Sometimes, Evi, when 'talking' to you I feel as though I'm writing in Klingon.
I wouldn't expect you to kick him while you think he's down since you consider him a friend.
And I believe I've said that approximately seven hundred and twenty three times over the past couple of months.
I suppose it's my fault. My opinion in this matter wasn't requested or solicited, after all.
Is this the Festivus thread? If so, I'd like to take a turn.
Hey Lem, I hate to shit on a fellow Sox fan, but you just totally trolled your own blog tonight.
Seriously, dude. Chip Ahoy puts up a post about the SF Batkid and your first thought is to wonder what Ann Fucking Althouse thinks about it?
That's some serious Stockholm Syndrome shit right there, buddy.
My opinion in this matter wasn't requested or solicited, after all.
Well, yeah. Still, you are absolutely entitled to your opinion. And the whole nature of blog commenting is you open yourself up to other people's comments, but when you tell me how I am supposed to think ("But don't pretend he's anything but what he is, and don't try to hitch a ride across a river on his back...") that will generally get a reaction.
I am not sure this is the case or not, but the thing that bothered me most about Crack was I did not see him reach out to Troop when Troop first reported he was having heart issues. Maybe I am wrong about it, but I suspect I am right. So, no, I am not deluding myself and I am not planning any river crossings.
blake said...
All the Persians I have met are cool. I work with a bunch right now. Talented, smart, good-looking...and they call themselves Iranian, as well as Persian.
I had an Iranian TA for calculus in 1980. That was cool. Sort of like the Palestinian I had for US history in high school who hated Jews. I had those wonderfully diverse teachers because of the proximity to UW-Madison.
You call that diverse?
I met a doc who was a Persian Jew. He's a one-man diversity training seminar.
He obviously has his demons.
No, he's just an asshole. I'm the demon-haunted one, and I only play an asshole on the internet.
The truly talented are never bitter about their work. I have done my work since I was a teenager. I've had many people call me a genius, which counts for squat unless they're showing your work or paying you. Peter Norton wanted to buy my first solo show, but I declined- too cheap and it meant too much to me. I didn't want to play the game, so I never made any money at it. But I still do it, and I still love it. I can be bitter about a lot of things, but never about my work.
That's how you can separate the wheat from the chaff.
Chip S. said...
Seriously, dude. Chip Ahoy puts up a post about the SF Batkid and your first thought is to wonder what Ann Fucking Althouse thinks about it?
That's some serious Stockholm Syndrome shit right there, buddy.
I don't get it either. It's one of the things that keeps me from really connecting to the "Comment Home" blog (or whatever we're calling it now). Who gives a fuck about that cunt? She shit on us, Lem- me most of all- it's time to forget about her and her stupid-ass, also-ran blog. Your blog is something on its own now. Embrace it, and let her fade the fuck away.
We came to your blog because she and her pathetic husband fucked us over. No one comes to your blog to find out what she thinks about things, we come there for each other's comments. Let it go.
Amen. brother.
Well said Palladian.
I am still hopeful that Crack can get it together. But what you say is well said.
Astute, Palladian.
Probably because creating something actually good is inherently self-validating.
Palladian, She's an effete dominatrix and folks like Lem, edutcher, etc. like that. I reckon knowing something about their mothers would explain it all.
EVL: I believe, the correct word is "trample." i.e. you refuse to trample crack when he's down.
I don't think cows kick "down" do they?
I like Lem, but some of his comments, puzzle me.
Cows do indeed kick.
She's an effete dominatrix
Don't miss the playful little girl, who attracts the menfolk in droves as they attempt to correct and enlighten (set her straight) or engage and hopefully delight to win acknowledgement or approval, or better yet, succeed in amusing her for the joy of doing so. It's a game that takes two to play. The slapdown in July was a petulant warning. Though I'm disappointed by the fact that no adult stepped up to take responsibility for what happened or own their part, I'm not surprised.
MamaM, Come on, narcissists NEVER apologize or even admit a mistake. She NEVER will admit even a minor mistake. That fragile ego can't handle it.
They don't kick DOWN
The Giants won. You Know Who is going to be unbearable.
Yeah that fuckin' Bob Papa will never shut up.
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