One thing that I have learned this past week, when I have been busy not posting to the blog, is that Boulder has to be the capital of sushi-making in the world. I think that we here have to have more sushi restaurants per capita than, say New York City.
Our current favorite sushi restaurant is Sushi Zanmai. We have been there for dinner the past two nights. They make a lovely Kobe beef sushi, and I must have eaten them out of their stock of Kobe beef. We sit at the sushi counter so we can keep an eye out on our food while it’s being made.
I also love this city because I’m believing this place is imbuing me with health. I look and feel healthier than I looked and felt before the cancer diagnosis. I figure that that’s a good thing no matter how you look at it.
Tea is coming, and then I decide on a yoga class. Yoga helps me to write; at least, that’s the story that I’m going with now.
(ps: that’s not my own picture at the top… I’m trying a new service called tagaroo.)
The company said long-term survival data from the mid-stage trial showed that following treatment with TNFerade and chemoradiation, the median overall survival of patients was 48.4 months. Literature review of comparable studies shows median survival ranging from 9.7 to 18.6 months, it added.
We have a very rainy day, the tail ends of Hurricane Whichever; there are so many hurricanes either here or threatening to be here that it’s hard to keep score. however, all that rain has to go somewhere. It goes here. We needed it, though, and, like I said, here it is.
I have to wonder, though, why that which is good for the natural world, such as this needed rain, is not equally enjoyable. I mean, who doesn’t prefer a sunny day to a rainy one, all things being equal?
But enough griping. What is really getting to me is that this is a sign that fall is already here. I pick up nothing but signs of the closing year. I begin to wonder where all of my full-spectrum lamps have gone. I hope that I can find that online vendor again.
Librarian asks why I even bothered with Cuil, when Google is so splendid. He’s right: this is the electronic world, and either service is equally close or handy or convenient. What matters is simply which one works best, and the vote here has to go to Google, because, as I found, Cuil doesn’t even work.
One other good service (I assume it’s good, but I can’t use it yet) that Librarian mentions is their new browser, Chrome. Right now, it’s a Windows-only program, and I can’t run it on the Mac. I hope that this is corrected soon. Firefox and Safari are both excellent on the Mac, but one more browser into the mix is always welcome.
Now playing on iTunes: Velvet Road from the album “Geometry of Love (Import)” by Jean-Michel Jarre
The sun has not yet cleared an eastern hill, so that it doesn’t yet light up every tree in the yard yet, so it feels as though I’m up terribly early, and am setting some sort of awakened record. The truth is, however, any number of people are already up and at their days.
Speaking of Labor Day, which I wasn’t, really, I am currently reading a book, Touchstone, which is written around the great labor (or “labour”) uprising in Britain in 1926, commonly referred to as the Great Strike. However, since Britain is not now, nor ever has been, under communist government (which was rather the aim of the whole thing), you can guess just how effective that all was.
Still and all, it provides an exciting background to an excellent book. Read that one if you can’t find a picnic to go to today. Or, even if you can. ‘Tis a good book.
The title means that I spent various meetings in my aspect of recovering cancer patient. I am a very classy, cool patient because Humphrey Bogart had it, and he is the ultimate of coolth. Therefor, this ultra-cool recently treated herself to two cancer meetings today, on right after another.
One meeting was working on getting our cancer center to be recognized as a properly qualified center.
The next meeting was about finding additional sources for a fundraiser. These funds will help younger researchers to develop their ideas and therefore become senior researches. Once they get funding from us, they have no problem dragging in more NSA money. So doesn’t that make us feel good? You bet.
That was the last meeting; I needed to get back home and flop down.
Peter has made it back home here this morning, fresh from the wilds of NYC. He has nothing but awful things to say about the airline that cancelled his flight last night for no good reason, but he seems to have forgotten all of that in the reunion with parents and chihuahua.
He and his chihuahua have gone back down the block to his place to get fresh clothes (well, clothes for him, not the chihuahua), and then we go out for lunch. I have no idea where to take him…
A day of mine curled around one single fact: a report by some of my money managers. The upshot of it is that I still have some. The housing stocks are trying very much harder to look good to prospective buyers of the “buy low, sell high” philosophy. Upshot: they tell me I still have money.