It was on Duke where Phil Collins’ presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group’s undisputed masterpiece. It’s an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding…
The current anesthetic of choice, propofol, has been difficult to obtain because of its own production difficulties. That, in turn, has revived the demand for out-of-favor anesthesia drugs like thiopental sodium, ketamine and etomidate, which have become scarce.
To insure some supply in the country, the Food and Drug Administration waived its usual review to allow the importation of propofol from Europe. Propofol is the anesthetic implicated last year in the overdose death of the singer Michael Jackson.
Anesthesiologists also are concerned about the growing scarcity of a muscle relaxant called succinylcholine that is used to insert emergency breathing tubes. There is no alternate drug.
This was really quite surprising to me because we use propofol so often at work.
The last part of the quote talks about succinylcholine (we just call it sux) from which patients can have a rare reaction called malignant hyperthermia. The point I’m trying to make is for people who are prone to having such a reaction, they use a different induction agent. What I mean to say is that I believe there is an alternate drug, because they have to use something when patients are allergic to sux.
“Simon admitted to feeling a “vague sense of guilt” about it since he receives plenty of money already, but he also believes the award will ease things considerably in his next pitch session, when he can pretty much walk in and say he plans to do a show composed entirely of Dr. John concert footage, then quell any network hesitation by slapping his “I’m A MacArthur Genius” certificate on the table and pointedly clearing his throat.”—David Simon is a genius, according to the MacArthur Foundation | TV | Newswire | The A.V. Club
“And what do you think? Gay soldiers are getting something out of the deal? ‘Hey I’m totally gaming the system. All I gotta do is go to Afghanistan for 18 months where a bunch of people are going to try and kill me, but on the plus side, I might just catch a glimpse of some dude’s weiner in the shower. Really.”—Amy Poehler “Really” (via tlmonahan)
“My heart breaks for the pain and torment you went through, Billy Lucas,” a reader wrote after I posted about Billy Lucas to my blog. “I wish I could have told you that things get better.”
I had the same reaction: I wish I could have talked to this kid for five minutes. I wish I could have told Billy that it gets better.
I wish I could have told him that, however bad things were, however isolated and alone he was, it gets better.
But gay adults aren’t allowed to talk to these kids. Schools and churches don’t bring us in to talk to teenagers who are being bullied. Many of these kids have homophobic parents who believe that they can prevent their gay children from growing up to be gay—or from ever coming out—by depriving them of information, resources, and positive role models.
Why are we waiting for permission to talk to these kids? We have the ability to talk directly to them right now. We don’t have to wait for permission to let them know that it gets better. We can reach these kids.
So here’s what you can do, GBVWS: Make a video. Tell them it gets better.
I’ve launched a channel on YouTube to host these videos. My normally camera-shy husband and I already posted one. We both went to Christian schools, and we were both bullied—he had it a lot worse than I did—and we are living proof that it gets better. We don’t dwell too much on the past. Instead, we talk mostly about all the meaningful things in our lives now—our families, our friends (gay and straight), the places we’ve gone and things we’ve experienced—that we would’ve missed out on if we’d killed ourselves then.
“It isn’t that to have an honorable relationship with you, I have to understand everything, or tell you everything at once, or that I can know, beforehand, everything I need to tell you. It means that most of the time I am eager, longing for the possibility of telling you. That these possibilities may seem frightening, but not destructive, to me. That I feel strong enough to hear your tentative and groping words. That we both know we are trying, all the time, to extend the possibilities of truth between us. The possibility of life between us.”—Adrienne Rich via [Autostraddle — Gays and Honor: Some Truths About Lying]
“With his costume changes, arch piano playing and desire to shock — yes, he played Radio City Music Hall in red, white and blue hot pants and knee-high boots, which you can see in all its garish glory if you hurry — Liberace was Lady Gaga before Stefani Germanotta was even born.”—
Had I known this was in Vegas, I’d’ve gone when I went to visit back in May. I don’t know his music and haven’t seen him perform, but he strikes me as awesome and tragic. Plus he was from Wisconsin, and that counts for something.