Michael Sohocki

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So sorry you're going through this, Paul.

Western medicine has plenty of strikes against it, but there is no better set of tools than the ones you have described: the x-ray, MRI, fMRI. All the turmeric infusions in the world are not going to get you an MRI.

I can almost explain what magnetic resonance imaging is and how it works, but that's a far cry from what needs to happen.

Go to a hospital, and simply have the tests done. They may be bastards, but they're practical bastards. A lot of hospitals won't chase after someone with no provable income, people below the poverty line.

Just go in a show them plainly that you haven't got money, and it is possible they will slash the bill deeply.
Perhaps in Missoula there is an equivalent of what we have here in San Antonio called Carelink, by University Hospital.  This is a special one-hospital system only program where medical services are rendered to people who have no way to pay for them, by people going to medical school to do this. That's the exchange. But every floor is overseen by a real doctor who is also their teacher.

I have been very grateful to them in the past.
2 months ago
Hello Sarah.

I'm sorry I'm no master of relationships, but I'm forty, am on my second marriage, have three children, and have employed probably near a thousand people in the past decade or so. I am not agile or graceful in interacting with people,  but interacting with people has been my fate and I'll try to give you the benefit of my experience with women, and humans in general.

All "new" (unfamiliar) people have an axe to grind. The good ones, the bad ones. They (we) are all trying to gain a foothold in an unfamiliar environment. I believe it was Dale Carnegie who said the most vital human need is the feeling of importance. And I think it was Emmanuel Kant who said  "He who has a Why can live with almost any How." Freud said that all human motivation came from only two things: 1. The sex urge, and 2. The desire to be great.

Until we are established (have found our "Why"), we all have a "hidden" agenda (or at least from our limited perspective we believe it to be hidden). In most cases it involves seeking comfort or safety, and acceptance. Of course there are some weirdos out there if we are looking for arguments of marginal cases--but those top three are pretty close to universal. We are more alike than we are different.

In accordance with Chinese social structure--which carries three thousand years of function to recommend it--I value track records. Chinese businesses don't consider associates to be even marginally close until two or three generations have passed in solidarity.

When I meet a new person (and Lord have mercy...I meet a lot of new people), I cannot retain the smallest detail about them. Names and faces get flushed past me like a waterfall. I am bathed in them. (And most of them disappear right back into the ether.)

They...don't exist for me.

They're not real in that stage. No one is. You smile as you shake my hand and I smile as I pretend to give you some reason to think that I like you and our future together will be bright. I have certainly done my share of pretense: desire for sex, desire for acceptance, desire for power, all that stuff. Looking back it's not a proud feeling. I painted on all that stuff. I wanted so desperately to be liked.

It's a social charade that burnt out in my (already weak) social wiring years ago. If I lost my current social moorings, I don't know how I would ever rebuild them, so jaded have I become.

I don't do this much anymore. I'm established and tired and mean. I am the lion that everybody coming through the door rolls over and exposes their underbelly to, wags their tail and they want me to lick their face with approval....and it's exhausting. You would probably regard me as an asshole, and I guess I mostly am.  

The reasons for fakesmile are clear: everyone stands to gain more safety and acceptance, more survival, if we all play nice enough while strangers that an actual relationship--that tender, vulnerable, translucent, embryonic shred of relationship--can form.

Also, important advice that I wish someone had told me, is that your mental state alters who you want to sleep with, AND who will agree to go to bed with you. Insecurity makes you see in a different way, seek something different; kind of like when you're starving, you'll dive at a fast food hamburger and french fries, but someone who is full has a different aspect on what food ought to mean. A dash of Maslow's hierarchy of need plays well here.  

I have come to trust one measuring device for humans absolutely, and that is time.

In two weeks or a month or a year the artificial tail wagging comes off.  The lipstick wears out, the song is over, they run out of one liners.

Time kills pretense. And thank God for that.

Eventually people must exhale and relax their gut. It's not until you reach that stage that you actually know what you've got.

Aside from a few rare exceptions, I feel you cannot "meet people". You discover them, often requiring digging, grinding, polishing. It would be worthwhile measuring the thickness of pretense--which as I've said is a safety mechanism.

So, I would seek out this creature where security and acceptance are as established as possible--the closer to an environment of acceptance, the closer you are to people who are themselves. Like...whatever is the OPPOSITE of a meat market dance club where the women are pretending to be hot chicks for the men who are spritzing themselves with things they don't smell like and sucking in their guts as you walk by.

Nicole suggests a church--I'm not religious, so that would not work for me, but is good advice for others who are.

I guess I would try to find a group of people who already shared some important part of my perspective on life, and hunt through them for someone I also found attractive in at least two other ways. And, obviously, people who are not starving.

Remember that beauty is a stage. We're all going to be sick at some point. We're all going to be laying in bed and let out a huge, light fixture--rattling fart. We get fat. We have blunders. We screw up our careers, have low points, get lost. We get old, things stop working. So you better shop for some things with staying power, like how they speak. How they listen. Sense of humor. Curiosity, endurance. And simple grace.

2 months ago

wayne fajkus wrote:Hey michael. I ate at Gwendolyns tonite. Top notch. We were seated at the window to kitchen. We did the taste menu with paired (pared?) wine. It rocked. We asked the server to surprise us. We made no selections.

Your coffee maker is out of this world.



Agh....I'm so sorry I didn't meet you! Wish somebody would have told me. Please leave me a message when you're around--I'm there pretty much every day except Monday.
2 months ago
Pretty standard practice in meat packing, sorry to say. Nobody stops the line.
2 months ago
I'm reading Nietzsche, unabridged. For nothing. It's easy.
2 months ago
Wow!

Why doesn't every student with internet access in the world use this?
2 months ago
You've probably heard of the "bone sauce" by that German guy what'shisface. He boils (roasts?) Bones in this inverted two-pot thing, where the fire's on top and the catchment is below, catching this unspeakably awful muck, which I think then he even lets rot after that, so you get, like, liquid evil. Then he paints it around the trunks of his fruit trees and deer won't bother them for absolutely ever. I'll bet they're real sorry for everything they've ever done and a few things they didn't.

I'll think of his name right after I get off here, I'm sure of it. Quite famous.

I have an unusual, er, advantage--I am part owner of three ramen shops, so I have this permanent waterfall of stock scrap, solid sixty pounds of pork bones per batch, as often as I deign to carry them. Clumping out under the trees with a straining trashbag of spoiled meat and bone slop dripping down the back of your pants and legs and into your shoes is an investment. But the chickens and ducks (over 100) pounce on it, reducing my feed bill. Layer feed is around 20 percent protein. Using stock scrap allows me to buy corn which is significantly less money.

The bones just lay there. I'm sure there's some long term consequence just lurking behind the curtain, my flock will be slaughtered by dragons...but I haven't seen them yet. The bones just lay there, I'm a little embarrassed to say. I don't clean them up, nada. So there are skulls and jawbones and teeth and shit just littering the ground everywhere like an Indiana Jones movie. Maybe PETA will get me before the dragons do.

I try to dump the buckets at the bases of trees. I have literally thousands of small mesquites. The slop comes with a considerable dose of fat, which soaks the ground.

How do mesquite trees feel about pork fat? Hell if I know, but I figured pork juice, nitrogen, sticky fatty stuff keeps moisture in the ground maybe--I dunno. If they can't drink it directly then somebody else will that poops or dies, and then they can drink that.

Guess I'm not real scientific around here.

In a kabillion years the bones will be a soil additive if left to their own devices. And if you think I'm going to swing a sledgehammer and crack them bones into nice fine bone meal you're better off betting on the dragons.  

In another thread I titled "My Insane Compost" I talk through my half-baked butterfly-wing logic if you're into that.
2 months ago
Awe, that's so cute.

Hey I remember watching a youtube video a while back, something to the effect of "six cool things you can do with a used satellite dish".

One of those things, the satellite dish which is curved to catch radio waves, is also a good curve to catch sun light. This guy tinfoiled over a satellite dish, and cooked something (I'd have to say it probably was an egg but I don't recall).

I see those things thrown aside all over the place.
3 months ago
Oh yeah, the coefficient thing.

Our day time temperature can top 110F, and nighttime can drop to 80--well, not likely, but it does happen. Humidity is high, 80-90% is typical, so evaporative  cooling don't work worth a shit around here.

Temp inside the house I would like to be 76 if I could help it, but I'll settle for 80. You'll sweat in your sleep but whatever, you'll live.

So day and night temperatures can be 45 degrees disparate! This swoop-and-crash parabola is damned hard on life forms. The things that cannot go hide (like, with roots, for instance) have to be tough as nails. Even the cactus (the cactus!) has skin burns on the upmost sun-facing side.

The amount of energy required to climb 45 degrees in either direction I can tell you is intense. AC motor works hard. I am currently researching desiccant disc coolers developed in Australia for life in the outback. The obvious things that one could do to help oneself are to block the sun, with a secondary roof on a metal frame to take the brunt of heat energy, paint upward-facing surfaces white, and create heat sinks, such as masonry or rammed Earth, which store heat energy and let it out gradually at a different time.

All of these solutions cost money of course. And we're back to the circumstance discussion.
3 months ago