zingerman's = stingerman's

i got stung by a bee today. and i realized that it was going on and i squeezed it and ending up stinging my own finger and inner thigh all with one bee.

i thought it was bad, but i know that i escalate.

i just came home and showed it to karenna and she was alarmed.

i have taken great pains to avoid asking her for medical advice -- which translated into me zipping my lip about the many myriad ailments that confound. but tonight, i showed it to her because i thought that she might need to amputate. and she told me it is really really really serious.

i blame myself for this because i never told miri how funny i thought that comment was about the MIA b on her keyboard. it seems only fair.

i might actually need to take it easy or hire a wheelchair for my trip to philly this weekend with the students.

argh.

by the way, i was eating lunch with a frau professor from germany whom i met last march at the munster conference. she was visiting here and i took her to lunch at the mothership of foodie abundance and decadence. we had a very nice meal. i wore one of my black miyake jackets and this really cute plastic necklace and pink fishnets. as we were rung up, the young woman commented about how sabine und me looked so snazzy. she is a total fashion plate so i took this as an extreme compliment. i mean the kind of german fashion plate who is also deeply committed to the feminist socialist green revolution for racial liberation.