“Noodge – to annoy or bother with constant requests, complaints, or urgings. Also spelled “nudzh”, this is mean to pester with constant complaining, asking, and urging. It is similar to nagging. A “noodge” can also be someone who engages in such behavior.” – from the Yiddish Slang Dictionary
Years ago early in my career our little IT department had a departmental administrative assistant named Tracy, who later worked for me directly doing IT desktop support. I was often impressed by how Tracy always managed to work the politics and bureaucracy of the organization to get things done from her lower-level position. One day I asked her how she did it. Her answer, “I’m a professional nooge and a pest.” Continue reading →
Yesterday, after the result of the KUB, an x-ray to look for kidney stones, came back empty-handed, I regrouped and emailed both my internist and my urologist about the next steps. I heard back from both men and have plans to speak to them on Monday. Continue reading →
Sometimes at the beginning of 2020, I began to experience flank pain on my right side. It has been a continuous dull pain, sometimes barely there, and sometimes strongly felt. More recently the pain radiates up my back to my right shoulder. Continue reading →
Billy Porter performs “Beauty School Dropout” on Jay Leno to promote the Tommy Tune 1994 revival of “Grease.”
Beauty school dropout,
No graduation day for you.
Beauty school dropout,
Missed your mid-terms and flunked shampoo.
This past Monday, I had my ten-year colonoscopy, after a few delays, twelve years after my first colonoscopy at age 50. I got the bowel prep kit that my doctor prescribed from the drugstore; read the multi-day preparatory instructions multiple times to make sure I knew what to do, and began. Continue reading →
When is it too late to start over? I know a man in his late sixties who only discovered that he was gay a few years ago. As he has worked through what he wants for his life he recently made the decision that finding intimacy and possibly love with another man was important to him. After forty five years of marriage to a woman, he has decided to make a few changes.
I was just a child during the protests of the 1960s. One of the last big anti-war marches occurred in 1971 when I was fourteen. I decided with my friends to attend the march in Washington, D.C., but my parents refused to let me go. I was furious with my parents, but I did not go, even though my friend went.
At fourteen years old I discovered my attraction to men. My friend Josh and I had taken the train down to Philadelphia on a Saturday afternoon planning to wander around the city. There was a section back then on Sampson Street that was being touted as the next Greenwich Village and that is where we headed to.
As my aunts health declined, I remember seeing her increasing fear of the world. Every stranger that came to the door was trying to steal from her. From the nightly news the world looked like a very frightening and dangerous place. Increasingly my aunt was isolated within the walls of her own fear and isolation.
My father was a pilot. He did not fly professionally but it was one of his passions. I remember in the 1960s he would practice takes off and landings in a two seater Mooney, with me in the copilot seat, at Philadelphia International Airport. There was a thrill of seeing jumbo jets taking off before us as we followed behind them in our little plane.