Today one of the things I worked on was doing some edits for a book about the history of New Zealand nursing. The author needs to use a lot of stronger language, and learn to not repeat words, but it's pretty educational. For example some cool facts: Nurses in the early part of the century were paid shit and worked insane hours, so it was actually extremely rare for them to marry, or if they did to do so before menopase. Also the medical training they received (including the midwiving nurses mind you) didn't include information about the reproductive system because it was "unbifitting ladies". It reminded me a lot of my grandfather (paternal) who was a doctor, and also wrote several books about Israeli medical history, specifically in the IDF. Also I started a manuscript that some lady had sent us about her struggle with crystal meth. She had a really really sad life for a lot of it, and was very sincere, but I'm pretty sure I'll advise against writing is, as she really doesn't hav e agrasp of the craft, and it just seems a like a public service anouncement.
So got back to the apartment Zack and I left for dinner grabbed some falafel. Then we went out to a free concert in the Botanical Gardens, it was a Brazillian folk band, we got there a little late, and Zack wasn't really digging the music so we left early, as they played a Brazillian folk cover of Beat It. Walked back to the apartment and now I'm on the couch watching Die Hard and drinking beer.
Oh two other great things my Starman Omnibus finally came, and I saw the craziest drunk driving commercial ever http://www.youtube.com/watch?

That commercial was messed. Up.
ReplyDeleteIt really is, I just read a children's book here in New Zealand where an Alosaur gets beat up by an ankylosaur and is actually really really bloody.
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