{"id":528,"date":"2004-02-05T19:34:34","date_gmt":"2004-02-05T23:34:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2004\/02\/05\/tee-hee-bits\/"},"modified":"2004-02-05T19:34:34","modified_gmt":"2004-02-05T23:34:34","slug":"tee-hee-bits","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2004\/02\/05\/tee-hee-bits\/","title":{"rendered":"Tee-Hee Bits?"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I really feel like getting hammered this evening. Last week, while munching on my favourite confectionary item (hard salted licorice from Holland), I gave a molar the death knell. Low-grade pain for several days now has left me feeling ready to rip any- and everyone’s head off, and this afternoon I had a temporary crown installed. The dentist used plenty<\/b> of anaesthesia, and I really enjoyed the sensation of being drugged. Unfortunately, it’s worn off now. I’ve heard that it’s not a good idea to mix ibuprofein with wine and that some people have experienced organ failure with this combination, but I couldn’t care less right now: I want relief. A liver transplant doesn’t seem like such a bad thing compared to these revived and irritated nerve endings. <\/p>\n

There’s an irony here which doesn’t escape me: last summer I had to get a new motherboard for my iBook, to the tune of nearly CDN$1K. I don’t really have that kind of spare change lying around, and had to swallow very hard to commit to the repair. Hence, I was very pleased to get a call from the computer store the other day informing me that Apple now admits that its iBook motherboards are funky and that the company is starting a procedure to reimburse us iBook users whose computers failed. <\/p>\n

So what’s ironic? Just a day or so after learning that I might<\/i> get my money back, I whack my tooth, and my dentist bill (no insurance, alas) is CDN $1K. (I think I need to address some serious feng shui problems in my living space here…)<\/p>\n

And as I said, I’m in a bad mood about this, so don’t comment unless you have something really funny to add.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, my daughter’s choir is giving a special live performance tonight for the Right Honourable Iona Campagnola<\/a> and other assorted special guests at Victoria’s McPherson Playhouse<\/a> where Ballet Victoria<\/a> is premiering Peter Pan. (I’d like to shoot Peter Pan myself, but I’m not the artistic director of a ballet company, so we’ll leave that aside…). I was to bring her to the lobby and then take her upstairs to the reception area, which was tightly guarded, however, by a phalanx of exceedingly nervous and utterly stuck-up society dames ridiculously garbed in off-the-rack evening wear that made them look about as individual as penguins. I hope they were freezing in the pre-performance chill of the theatre. Said creatures seemed afraid that we might pollute the ethereal atmosphere of the mezzanine and coldly told us to wait downstairs. (It’s relevant to know that Viva’s Enriched Chorale<\/a> is singing for free here, and that they provided the choral backdrop to the recorded music which the ballet is using as its dance score….) Was this gracious? No. These old biddies are the last guardians of an utterly outmoded culture keyed into ossified notions of Old Blighty as defended in the outermost colonial outpost of empire… and they still know, I guess, what’s upstairs and what’s downstairs. I can only keep my fingers crossed that The Great Conveyor Belt gets them.<\/p>\n

All I’ve really wanted to work on is the continuation of the Adorno Bits, not<\/i> Tee-Hee Bits like this, but my life is in bits most of the time: there is so little continuity and it’s all work-run work-run work-run all the time. And so I’ll have to end this note right now because it’s time to go back to the Thee-Ate-Her to pick up the offspring. Then another glass of wine and another ibuprofein to placate the nerves in this bugger of a tooth…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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