So I managed to get myself some Poison Ivy again. I should have known better. I was working in an area I knew to have the offending plant, but I figured that since nothing had bloomed yet I was safe. Not true!
It's funny, when I was a kid I rolled around in all manner of brush and bramble all summer long and never ran afoul of any "poison" foliage, be it Ivy, Sumac, Oak or otherwise. Now I get it just by looking at the stuff.
The word on the street is that after the first exposure you become more and more sensitive with each subsequent interaction. I don't know if that is a scientifically sound bit of wisdom, but it sure jives with my experience. My favorite bout of itchy involvement was when it was on my earlobe. The whole package was so swollen and angry that it actually pulsated visably! Yes, it was as gross as it sounds.
So here's another example of dangerous places that common sense would dictate I stay away from (but clearly don't):
That's the mountain of ground glass I mentioned last week. I talked the master of the landfill into letting me back into the abyss under the guise of getting rid of a truckload of rotten wood. Once inside and away from prying eyes, I gleefully snapped a few quick shots.
Here is what it looked like up close:
As is usually the case, the pictures do not do the experience justice. The magical, Siren-like call of sparkling doom is not well represented in low resolution JPGs.
Thank you
It's funny, when I was a kid I rolled around in all manner of brush and bramble all summer long and never ran afoul of any "poison" foliage, be it Ivy, Sumac, Oak or otherwise. Now I get it just by looking at the stuff.
The word on the street is that after the first exposure you become more and more sensitive with each subsequent interaction. I don't know if that is a scientifically sound bit of wisdom, but it sure jives with my experience. My favorite bout of itchy involvement was when it was on my earlobe. The whole package was so swollen and angry that it actually pulsated visably! Yes, it was as gross as it sounds.
So here's another example of dangerous places that common sense would dictate I stay away from (but clearly don't):
That's the mountain of ground glass I mentioned last week. I talked the master of the landfill into letting me back into the abyss under the guise of getting rid of a truckload of rotten wood. Once inside and away from prying eyes, I gleefully snapped a few quick shots.
Here is what it looked like up close:
As is usually the case, the pictures do not do the experience justice. The magical, Siren-like call of sparkling doom is not well represented in low resolution JPGs.
Thank you
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Sort of, but not quite. Its hard to explain. My graduate school career hasn't exactly gone according to plan. I know most don't, but mine was a particularly bad case. Suffice it to say that my advisor was/is a complete douche bag and has made my life miserable for quite some time now, leaving me rather bitter about the whole process. I guess the feeling I have is more of emptiness than depression, in the sense the I feel like I should have some strong feeling of accomplishment or happiness, but I don't feel much of anything apart from the bitterness. Everyone else around me is happy for me and very emotional (parents, gf, friends, people I hardly know), everyone but me. I talked with my old roommate who graduated from the same dept about a year ago and he said he felt the same way, so I guess its nothing unusual.
I think I've seen the Allstonians before, but it was LONG time ago. I remember enjoying them, but I don't have any of their stuff. I'll keep my eye out.
I got tickets for Desmond Dekker, so all I have left to do is get myself to Chicago tomorrow and I will be in heaven. Its about a six hour drive from here, but it will be well worth it!
I've never contracted poison ivy...