Dia De Los Muertos

I just started putting up my ofrenda, though I’m still waiting for my skull mold to come in to fill it out with calaveras as I sadly lost my old one. It’s a lovely time of year.


Shaving party

I drew this last March when I shaved my head. I liked having a shaved head. What I don’t like is the three to four months it takes to grow out of the fuzz phase. 

Crushing Anger Clouds

I started working a community clinic in April and it has filled the role very neatly that school once had in sucking out my creative energy and will to live. I’m pretty sure organic chemistry destroyed normal dexterity in my right hand too. I’ve dabbled a little in this watercolor and that embroidery but nothing significant and I hope this explains part of the reason why.


I call these anger clouds but really, they could be despair clouds too. They take up the space in my tiny office and make me hate many things and wish harm upon lots and lots of elected officials. They also like to follow me home and just hang out until I fall asleep.

So this is the best I’ve got for now.

The Ghost Map

I read a book called The Ghost Map, which is about the discovery of the source of the cholera outbreak in London in 1854. It talks about the unique set of circumstances that gave John Snow a point a view that led him to the Broad street pump as the source of the outbreak. One thing that helped him was his experience with chloroform and ether, which had recently come into use in medicine. From experimentation on himself as well as his collection of lab animals, he was able to create a standard by which the gases were used. He was so renowned for his work in anesthetic gases, he was asked to administer chloroform to Queen Victoria during childbirth.

jonsnow lab



Bad Medicine: flatulence cures

Samuel Pepys was kind of a weirdo

Samuel Pepys was kind of a weirdo


Samuel Pepys lived during the 17th century and is most noted for having kept a personal diary that gives us rare glimpses into everyday life at the time as well as major events like the Plague of London and the Great Fire.

He evidently believed that a hare’s foot had cured his, ahem, wind, and writes of it quite happily.