In a strange mixing of the beauty of the heart and the science of the mind, doctors at Cedars-Sinai Heart Institute made history on June 26, 2009 by injecting stem cells from a damaged human heart back into the heart of the original donor!
Finding an iPhone game that is fun, playable and everlasting is a
chore I have struggled to overcome. Sure, there are lots of fun games
for the iPhone, but only Peggle is a game I have played and won
and then re-played again and again. Once you beat the game, you can call on all your in game character friends to specialize in your continued destruction towards the win.
Jack the Cat died yesterday — Saint Patrick’s Day now provides a whole new depth — and today I am missing the best writing partner I ever had. Even though Jack had been extremely ill the last three months of his life — his Veterinarian said he was a “Miracle Cat” because his blood numbers were so bad he should have been dead long ago — yet Jack still fought on with us to live because he seemed to know what we could never admit: We could not live without each other. Even in the throes of his last days with failing kidneys, anemia and heart failure — Jack always remained the elegant, bi-color, Persian show cat he was born to be 15 years ago. He never lost his class:
Do you sleep with the lights on? Or do you require total darkness for your evening slumber?
Today is Election Day in America and — as we awaken from our long, national, somnambulism — we must remember the darkness that brought a heavy depression to our murmuring hearts and a blighted worldview to our unblinking eyes.
If you are in the middle of a heart attack, do you want your heart to dial 911?
Are we only our DNA? Or is there more to us than just blood and guts? Can the essence of us live beyond our lives and into the horizon of others?
Two recent stories about The Suicide Heart and a Craving for Fried Chicken lead us into the realm of the uncanny.
You and I know blogging is a job — and a genetic obsession — and now, thanks to The New York Times, everyone else knows blogging is killing us all.
Janna came home last night and presented me with eleven giant, red, heart-shaped helium balloons.
She apologized one was missing.
She told me on her way home from teaching American Sign Language at New York University she found a guy selling bunches of balloons for .64 cents each. She bought a dozen.
Waiting for a PATH train at the Christopher Street station, a man tried to strike up a conversation with her.
That happens to us a lot and since Janna is Deaf she usually just smiles and points to her ears and shakes her head to let the person know she isn’t interested in communicating.
The guy followed her onto the train and persisted in trying to speak with her. Wrangling twelve helium balloons onto a packed train is no easy task.
by Mark A. Johnson
Human songs about human problems.
Human awareness: an itch, a pinch, a kick.
The restless people, sounds and pitch to communicate.
Clothes with sin.
Clothes are sin.
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