I worked with a woman who theorized that what was wrong in our great nation was the overwhelming number of premies. I fact checked her, and she is right. A rapidly growing number of premature births each year has caused the U.S. lead the world in this category according to the CDC. Doctors, too, are scheduling deliveries rather than letting pregnancies run their natural course. It makes for an easier workload. Her theory is that these children's brains do not develop fully, that their IQs are considerably lower. I checked. That seems to be true as well.
Best health care system in the world.
So. . . we should not be alarmed that things like this have taken over the public imagination.
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I learned of this on CNN. It was the other thing they had to report today. You know, other than Corona and Trump are running neck and neck in the American Plague Derby.
Then there was this.
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I am surprised I haven't heard the old Chinese Curse invoked more often--"May you live in interesting times." I'm surprised Trump hasn't used that term for everything. There are other versions of the curse like, "May you gain the attention of your superiors." They are all pretty good.
But we should be alright. Everything should be fine. My coworkers kid came out in the tenth month and was of monster proportions. Big, like ten pounds. So of course, after passing that through the birth canal, she was biased.
Everything about my birth and infancy was perfect. I was full term and breast fed. I weighed a good eight pounds, eight ounces, just the right size. I could read before kindergarten and was sweet and quiet and well-considered. By the time I could sit up, I had a head like a pumpkin and balls the hung to my knees. There are photos. Why I have never run for public office on this platform is a mystery. It is not too late, of course, but I've never tried to lay the groundwork. And after the life I've lived, I'd have to run a campaign like Bullworth (link). As I've often said, America has never been the same since the press brought down Gary Hart for diddling Donna Rice on the Monkey Business.
You kids will have to Google that. But you won't. But it's O.K. I like the video. You show great cleverness and ingenuity. You have potential and promise. You are ahead of the curve. You've got your finger on the pulse.
I'm a fan.
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BY BRENDA SHAUGHNESSY
I am dreaming of a house just like this one
but larger and opener to the trees, nighter
than day and higher than noon, and you,
visiting, knocking to get in, hoping for icy
milk or hot tea or whatever it is you like.
For each night is a long drink in a short glass.
A drink of blacksound water, such a rush
and fall of lonesome no form can contain it.
And if it isn’t night yet, though I seem to
recall that it is, then it is not for everyone.
Did you receive my invitation? It is not
for everyone. Please come to my house
lit by leaf light. It’s like a book with bright
pages filled with flocks and glens and groves
and overlooked by Pan, that seductive satyr
in whom the fish is also cooked. A book that
took too long to read but minutes to unread—
that is—to forget. Strange are the pages
thus. Nothing but the hope of company.
I made too much pie in expectation. I was
hoping to sit with you in a tree house in a
nightgown in a real way. Did you receive
my invitation? Written in haste, before
leaf blinked out, before the idea fully formed.
An idea like a storm cloud that does not spill
or arrive but moves silently in a direction.
Like a dark book in a long life with a vague
hope in a wood house with an open door.