Reader submission from my favorite mathemetician

You may have noticed that I haven't been posting lately. I have a good reason. I have pneumonia. I'm feeling pretty miserable, but here is a little something from my friend Xander that made me feel better:

Please feel better soon
Nobody likes dead lawyers
Or at least not us

Day 238: Pitter-Patter

Small scampering feet
And greasy pink worm-like tails
Flit across the tracks

Day 237: Seasons Greetings from the F Train

We squish together
Wrapped in coats like ornaments
Waiting for Christmas

I'm full of the holiday spirit, but the next guy who shoves me on the train gets his chestnuts roasted on an open fire.

Day 236: Bling

With a rock like that
I'm surprised that you don't limp
From the extra weight

I figured people with diamond rings that big took Town Cars to get around. Maybe she was slumming it -- you know, seeing how the unwashed masses live.

Day 235: Unsolicited Advice

She reads her torts text
"Drop out now!" I silently
Scream through my tight smile

Why on earth are people still going to law school? So they too can end up a in crippling debt and trying to make ends meet by working a temporary holiday retail job?

Day 234: A Memory

Nimble fingers fly
Hastily knitting in a
Filthy Queens sweatshop

This is an issue that has been important to me ever since I got lost in Flushing many years ago and wandered into a sweatshop to ask for directions. For more of my admittedly long-winded thoughts on this subject, check this out.

Day 233: Again

On an icy day
Bodies wrapped in battered coats
Crouch on subway grates


I write about the things I see. Sometimes I hate the things I see because I do not have any power to change them.

Day 232: High of 29

The chill violence
Of a biting winter wind
Browbeats the have-nots

It also helps me to remember that despite my difficulties, I am a very, very lucky woman.