Author Archives: Stephen Futterer

“Let us prepare our minds as if we’d come to the very end of life. Let us postpone nothing. Let us balance life’s books each day… The one who puts the finishing touches on their life each day is never short of time.” Seneca (4 BC — 65 AD), Roman stoic philosopher

patient: bukowski, charlesexam: ct abdomen and pelvis with contrastdate: better-late-than-neverinterpreting staff: charles bukowski it takes guts it’s pretty clear from my anglelying here half nakedwith half a heart that doesn’t much movea little grit and spittle in my left lungor is that the right?though it makes no difference tothe smoke and dust trucking in andContinue reading “RAD Report:”

Everything has its plan, either way…. I would classify my position on Wilco over the years as “like-hate.” Certain songs, at certain times, rose almost to love-levels, but something was always holding me back. I had long felt their output uneven, a mix of the inspired (some by way of Woody Guthrie) and the insipid.Continue reading ““These are a few of my favorite things…””

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on theseContinue reading ““Ozymaskias””

Corporate advertisers wanted to try a direct marketing campaign to doctors, so they started hanging banner ads on radiology reports. To their shock and dismay, however, they learned that clinicians were often not reading the reports at all (and when they were, it seemed it was mostly to check for typo’s). But with a geniusContinue reading ““Kneebok””

“When life gives you lemons, just say ‘FUCK the lemons!’ and bail.” — Kunu/Chuck (Paul Rudd) in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” (2008)

EMILY DICKINSON (#591): I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm – The Eyes around – had wrung them dry – And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset – when the King BeContinue reading ““Now Serving #591””