July 26, 2007
Reading James Joyce now -- realize I woulda been him if I'd been born a hundred years ago, or he mighta been me. As he says in ULYSSES: "As we...weave and unweave our bodies...their molecules shuttled to and fro, so does the artist weave and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast [not me, it's on my temple] is where it was [waiting to be] when I was born, though all my body has been woven of new stuff time after time...." (lines 376-380). Anyway, took my elderdawg to the vet for an ultrasound of his bladder...there's a polyp on a stalk at the cranial end of his bladder, which shows up clearly in a lateral sounding...and it's nothing to worry about right now. Who knows? his polyp on a stalk may have been a teensy polyp on a stalk when he was born 11 years and five months ago! Waiting to be woven and unwoven and woven again. So why is this called "dadgummit"? And why is that called a "polyp"? Isn't poly a parrot? I mean, isn't poly several if not many? Why isn't it a unip on a stalk? But dadgummit came to my unconscious whistle for a word, and so in it went.