October 21, 2010 by sandwichcontrol
Yesterday was a stupid day. After I made the post yesterday, I headed to work with an iPod packed with Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, the Beatles, and Pink Floyd. I figured a classic rockin’ would do wonders for my soul. Apparently my soul was doomed to darkness yesterday. I got to work only to learn that my favorite of Le Duke’s dogs had been killed by a car the night before. Awesome. I didn’t even stop walking. I just U-turned and headed for the shovels. The grave digger’s got work to do.
After that, work was relatively uneventful. I glazed a bunch of pots. Then I went to my Zoology lab and looked at more Arthropods. Then I came home and decided that since my spirits couldn’t sink much lower, that I would read the official autopsy report from the investigation into my Dad’s death. I really think there is something wrong with me. It cheered me up a little. Perhaps it was because I understood what they meant when they referred to parenchyma and edemas. Perhaps it was the fact that the fictional person that has been my deceased Father since I was seven years old is now a real person with kidneys and a liver and a gall bladder and a circumcised penis.
The only thing that disturbed me about the report was the use of language. And I think that it is our use of language that I saw in that mirror and now see how terribly we use language. The term remarkable, for example. In the report they comment that some part or organ is unremarkable. It sounds like a put down, but in reality it just means that it was normal and did not need a special description typed out about it.
Now that I think about it, that’s my whole schtick. Typing about things that most people would not remark on. I guess that’s why I’m not a coroner. That and the touching the dead people thing. I fear Zombies way too much to be in a room with a bunch of dead people.
Anyway, I’ve got to go take a Zoology test that I forgot all about. Wish me luck. More soon. ~SC
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