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Break on Through on the HIV Side

Posted by evankessler on September 25, 2009

Safe sex, not using needles, and being Magic Johnson are three ways to keep the virus that causes AIDS in check–though awareness of those factors has yet to alleviate the epidemic. We’ve long held out hope that science could come to the rescue and eliminate our fears of the deadly retrovirus, and alas it has finally given hints that it is willing to extend its equivalent of a cooperative helping hand.

A new vaccine tested in Thailand has been shown to decrease the risk of contracting HIV by 31%. The world’s largest AIDS Vaccine trial, sponsored by the US Army and the National Institute of Infectious Diseases, took a sample of 16,000 participants administering half with dummy shots and the other half with the vaccine.

The result proved to be a significant moment in showing that the fight to end the spread of AIDS is perhaps a winnable one. We imagine it’ll be another few years before the vaccine goes into production if additional tests end up proving this to be the real deal. Meanwhile, we don’t recommend getting all handsy and beyond without protection, because the alternative is none too appealing.

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Thailand Day 9-11: Live From The Airport…It’s Sunday Morning!

Posted by evankessler on January 3, 2009

As the East coast of the United States gets ready to hear the words, “Live from New York, It’s Saturday Night!” I’m sitting at gate three at the Krabi, Thailand airport next to Andy and across from Ken.  A good deal of the rest of our party is here minus Andrea, Meghan, Miller, Lauren and Rosario.  This is more or less ends the group relaxation portion of our vacation.  It’s the point of dispersion where a few of us will split up into smaller groups or carry on as individuals into new unexplored arenas for adventure…but first that road goes back through Bangkok.

In spite of us going our separate ways, we haven’t been led to do so by conflict or unpleasantness, merely by previous planning.  In actuality, the last few days after New Year‘s have been both delightful and relaxing.

The entirety of the 2nd (friday) bore an almost uncanny resemblance to the previous day in that it didn’t consist of much feverish activity.  The only main difference being that I wasn’t hung over.  It also made my outlook much sunnier.  I was also surrounded by more friendly faces, unlike the previous day as no one was on a snorkeling trip.  We all sat in the covered boat lounger by the beach bar at Relax Bay for a good deal of the morning.

 

Lounging By The Ocean

Lounging By The Ocean

For lunch, myself, Kavalyn, Jason, Morwin and Andy went to the road to continue our never-ending tour of authentic Thai food.  The place we went to was across the street from the Relax Bay entrance and had a rickety bamboo plank at the entrance. The spot, though appearing somewhat unsanitary and being entirely fly-ridden was one of the best culinary finds on the trip so far.  My Phad Gai Praow was extremely spicy and Kayvalyn ordered a soup that ended up being too spicy even for her Thai tongue.

 

That's One Spicy Soup!

That's One Spicy Soup!

When our taste bud adventure ended we headed towards the Seven-Eleven to hit the ATM and while standing outside we happened upon a motorcycle with a rabbit in its basket.  The rabbit had demonic eyes that would seem to suggest that it might have once guarded the Holy Grail and attempted to protect it from Arthur, King of The Britons or Graham Chapman and John Cleese.

 

The Demon Rabbit On The Motorcycle

The Demon Rabbit On The Motorcycle

Once our wallets were filled we walked back towards Relax Bay but were intercepted by Jason’s parents who had just returned from a kayaking-cave exploring adventure.  Agreeing that this sounded like a fun activity, we discussed booking a similar tour with a company down the road.  After going over our options with the manager we were more or less had our hearts set on this soft adventure , but when we returned to the beach it turned out Andrea had already booked a different kayak trip.

That got straightened out rather quickly out of the reach of my less than watchful eyes. The rest of the day was spent lounging around until dinnertime…when it unceremoniously began to rain.

 

Andrea Shows Off An Impressive Array of Shells

Andrea Shows Off An Impressive Array of Shells

Ken and I ran back to our room to take quick showers and were followed by a black beach dog we had encountered earlier in the day after the canine’s conflict with three other beach dogs spilled into our shady space.  Andy gave said dog the uncomplicated moniker of “happy dog”, whereas for the duration of the time I referred to the other dogs involved as “Mean Dog” or by varying number’s (i.e., Beach Dog #12, Beach Dog #38).

 

Miller Amidst His Dog Friends

Miller Amidst His Dog Friends

When we left our room after the showers, Happy dog was still waiting outside our door and followed us back to the beach bar where we were meeting up for dinner.

The original plan was to all get dinner together, but it began to rain harder and several of us soured on the idea of leaving the premises, especially if a lengthy wet walk was involved.

Lauren and Rosario sat down to eat at the resort restaurant; Ken Judy, Justin, Ruthie, and I followed suit at our own table, and from there the newlyweds chose to have their own private dinner at the very same restaurant, while the rest chose to eat at a creatively named restaurant on the road called simply “Thai Cuisine.”

Despite not venturing out for dinner I went for my own form of culinary adventure.  I ordered the Hawaiian pizza.  I know Thailand isn’t the place to experiment with such a distinctly New York delicacy, but I had never really understood the combination of Ham and Pineapple on pizza before.  However, since I’d been enjoying the two ingredients separately during most breakfasts on this trip, I figured it made sense to combine them…on a pizza.  And you know what?  It was delicious.  For dessert our group split 2 flambéd Bananas Foster with Vanilla Ice cream that was absolutely delicious.

From there Ken and I went back to Ruthie’s cabana to drink a few beers on the balcony until everyone got home.  Then we took in one more brew on the beach before bedtime.  It was only 11pm, but getting drunk would’ve been a bad idea with an entire day of kayaking and soft adventure (as the brochure referred to it) ahead of us.

The next morning I awoke at 7:30am ready to take on the high seas with some dual sided oar action.  I really enjoy kayaking, but I had not been since July of 2001, when I paddled along the Coast of Corfu.  Jason, Kayvalyn, Andy, Jeff, Ken, Eric, Morwin, Mena, Justin, Meghan, Andrea, and I all hopped in the back of a truck and were transported to the dock for our day activity.  Along the way we saw a few elephants and Jeff lost his hat as we sped down the road.

Once we made it to the location we crossed over a rickety bridge that reminded me of Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom, despite not involving any rope.   The dock to the longboat we took was on a steep incline and also seemed none too stable.

 

The Rickety Bridge

The Rickety Bridge

The lot of us split up on two longboats and raced out to meet another that was towing our kayaks, but before doing so we stopped to feed some monkeys in the Mangrove Forest.

Normally, I’m not for feeding monkeys in the wild.  I don’t like giving handouts for mother nature’s needy, but I was having a great time tossing them bits of pineapple as I did my best Eli Manning impression yelling at my simian receivers to run button hooks, post patterns or simply go long.  They would have to fight hard for the pineapple if you didn’t hit them directly, so I tried to be as accurate as possible.   I had one of the monkeys wide open behind all his other primate buddies on higher ground and whipped that sweet fruit in his direction hitting him right in the numbers.  Unfortunately, he dropped it.  Other than that, I was very precise in my passes.

 

Monkeys Love Pineapple

Monkey Touchdown

After the monkey meal our boat took us out to a beautiful island of limestone cliffs for us to kayak around.  Morwin and I paired up in a boat.  I sat in the back to steer and generally take charge because he had never ridden a kayak before and I was more than enthusiastic to do so.  Kayaks had always been my favorite vessel for water-based transportation in my time at summer camp.  Morwin on the other hand had brought a New Yorker with him to read during the ride, though he only stopped to read it when prompted to do so for photo opportunities.   Morwin indulging in the New Yorker has been his modus operandi throughout the entire trip.  There is a collection of photos of him at sea or in the sea reading.  It was kind of amusing and could make for a fun photo essay.

 

Morwin At Sea

Morwin At Sea

Kayaking felt like a great workout, but after our first stretch we took a breather, stopping for a swim at an awe inspiring inlet surrounded by lush mountains and steep precipices.  From there it was more rowing around the island including one incident where my semi-errant steering almost  slammed Morwin into some rocks up front, but in my defense, he was rowing so sporadically that sometimes my steering would be brought slightly off-course when he decided to dip his paddle into the water.

All in all there wasn’t as much kayaking as i had hoped for but it was still great fun.  We pulled into a cavern and i posed in front of a big stalagtite (mite) and our final leg took us to part of the island where we ditched the kayaks for our longboats, but not before seeing a mass of bats in flight in the sky high above our heads.

 

Me In A Cave

Me In A Cave

The longboats then steered us to beautiful Bu Bu Island for a traditional Thai lunch, which I think was Pad Thai, a curry dish and some fresh fruit.

 

Welcome to Bu Bu Island!

Welcome to Bu Bu Island!

We hung around the Island another hour or so exploring the wilderness to a small extent and peeing in the sea since the bathroom on land would have cost money and most of us had not brought any with us.

 

Kayvalyn Takes In The Sights on Bu Bu Island

Kayvalyn Takes In The Sights on Bu Bu Island

At around 2:10 pm we hopped back in our longboats making back for the docks where our journey began.  The view was beautiful, but the ocean spray tasted nothing like the combination Cranberry and Grape juice.

We made one last unplanned stop in the Mangrove Forest as our driver and the boy in front wearing a shirt that read “Maleeehuanna” saw some monkeys congregating  and pulled the boat right up in front of them.

The monkeys, eager to be fed approached the boat with curiosity.  We only had one watermelon or two that we had been given upon our arrival.  One more than aggressive fellow actually jumped on the boat.  This may have been cute with any of the other chimps, but this particular one was sporting an open wound with flies feasting on it.

There he sat probably two feet from myself, Andrea, Meghan, Lauren and Rosario in essence demanding some food while the majority of us cowered in fear of our evolutionary ancestor.  Andrea held firm trying to instruct him to get off the boat but to no avail.  I wasn’t about to get involved.  I’ve seen the movie Outbreak.  Therefore I know that’s how global pandemics get started.  It only takes one infected monkey to spread an ebola-like virus and only Dustin Hoffman faced with Rene Russo on her deathbed is capable of finding that antidote.

Luckily we tossed the remaining watermelon up to the driver and he cracked it open to satisfy the population of ravenous mammals.  A few of the animals scooped up and fought over the hastily halved fruit, but the diseased specimen didn’t quite get enough and spent some more time trying to appeal to the more charitable side of our boat’s patrons with no success.

After a prolonged encounter our driver saw fit to push off from land and get rid of our afflicted furry friend. Moments later we found ourselves at a dock near the one from which we had launched, only it wasn’t the incline that was daunting this time.  On this occasion the walkway was not connected to the dock and in order to get to it you had to balance yourself on a thin beam suspended over a mud pit.  I was a little nervous seeing as I was wearing flip-flops, but with a little assistance I was golden.

Following the kayak trip we all returned to the hotel and resolved to have one last dinner before everyone took off for different destinations today.  We went back to Thai Cuisine, where the majority of people went the evening before.  This time we were lacking Judy, Jen, and Justin.

 

Authentic "Thai Cuisine"

Authentic "Thai Cuisine"

Kayvalyn arranged the entire menu after a brief conversation with the  chef and we ate like kings and queens of Koh Lanta for one last evening.  When the dinner was over some folks went out on Long Beach while others called it a night.  With travel being a certainty early the next morning, I went back to the resort and had ice cream with Ken and Eric and the lights went down on our tropical fun.  On to Siem Reap!

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Thailand Day 7-8: Feeling Fine Across The International Date Line in 2009

Posted by evankessler on January 1, 2009

Happy New Year!  While I have no idea what’s in store for 2009, I can for certain tell you how the waning hours of 2008 were spent.

The Rocky Road To Long Beach Begins

The Rocky Road To Long Beach...

After whiling away the early morning hours staring at the ocean in front of Relax Bay in Koh Lanta.  The majority of our group decided to hike along the shore to Long Beach.  Early on in our trek it became painfully obvious that this would not be a leisurely stroll.  In fact, it basically turned into an intermediate rock climbing exercise; one that I wouldn’t recommend doing in flip flops.  There were a few treacherous steps including one where for a moment I considered heading back, because believe it or not, I do value my life.  It was made even tougher due to the fact that I was also wearing a back pack, but Eric and Judy helped me manage some of the tougher footholds and despite there being even more rugged terrain, everything that followed was a piece of cake.  Miller acted like a sherpa at a few points, though his beach hat suggested a more relaxed occupation, as we risked life and limb a few rocky feet above sea level amidst an ocean of abandoned sandals stuck in between boulders.

...is Paved With Many Obstacles

...is Paved With Many Obstacles

And Met With Many Rewards

And Met With Many Rewards

When we reached Long Beach we settled into the Moonwalk Cafe after a brief encounter with Jason’s parents at their resort.  We ordered food and drink and were met by the few who didn’t traverse the rocky expanse in favor of the road.  From the Moonwalk we made for the water, setting up shop in front of a nearby resort and getting our swim on.  My ears were still clogged, but I enjoyed my time at sea as much as I could.  At one point Andrea heard ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” playing on shore, which was a tip off to just how bad my hearing was getting, since I couldn’t hear a note.

As we frolicked in the Andaman Sea, the skies were growing cloudy.  Our fun was cut short and we began to pack up our belongings and head for the safe havens of Relax Bay and Mook Lanta.  The clash of clouds and sun created some astonishing visual candy, though the prospect of rain loomed over our New Year’s Eve.

The Sun Peaks Through The Cumulus Clouds of Discontent

The Sun Peaks Through The Cumulus Clouds of Discontent

Back at the cabana I enjoyed a lukewarm shower and readied for the onset of ’09.   As I was getting clean I applied some eardrops I had purchased earlier at the diving shop and was miraculously cured of my left ear ailment using that little ear tool they give you with most drops…and just in time for the new year.

The majority of our group was eating dinner at Relax Bay.  They had a 2000 Baht Buffet that was included in their deal, so they were more or less required to partake.  Seeing as Morwin, Ken, Miller, and I were not staying there we chose to save $60, instead opting to eat at a restaurant on the road.  Before we grabbed dinner though, we stopped at a local bar/art gallery/internet cafe for a drink.  As we entered, so did one of the street dogs who then followed us and sat under our table for the remainder of our time there.  It was a kind of odd, but funny occurrence, though not uncommon as street and beach dogs seemingly tend to follow people everywhere in these parts.

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I Call This One "Steve Miller in Sepia Tone"

Our next stop was a Rasta-themed restaurant/bar called Baan, that seemed to be teeming with stray dogs that you might alternately describe as scruffy and rabid-looking.   One in particular had a downright frightening countenance with a jaw that looked as though though it was a cross between a beak and a snout.  He was more or less camping out in our area and we held out hope that he wouldn’t come closer and infect any member of our group.  Luckily, we finished our meal without ending up his victims.

Ken Enjoys His New Year's Dinner at Baan

Ken Enjoys His New Year's Dinner at Baan

From the stray haven of Baan, the four of us began to wander further down the road.  We stopped at a convenience mart where Ken picked up a bottle of Thai Whiskey.  The cashier gave both him and Miller a New Year’s gift in the form of a packaged pastry to accompany the alcoholic beverage.

With whiskey in hand we walked even farther along in the direction of Long Beach, passing bars called “The Irish Embassy” and “Shooters” before making a left turn towards the ocean.  We found ourselves at the same swimming spot from earlier in the day amidst some sort of New Year’s pageantry and lantern lighting.

Whiskeying Away The Hours Til 2009

Whiskeying Away The Hours Til 2009

We moved a little further along the beach under the cover of night to sit in the shadow of blackness and admire the sounds of the sea.  Ken passed around his whiskey and we sat largely in silence until the phone rang.  Kayvalyn was calling to alert us of the final plan for the evening.  We were to meet at a place called “The Funky Fish” that wasn’t too far from where we were staying, or at least that was my understanding. When I told Ken, Miller, and Morwin; they said they had seen the establishment in question on the way.  What I didn’t know was that by “on the way” they meant on the way from the ferry when we first arrived the day before.

We began to walk back towards our resort when I called Kayvalyn to confirm our direction.  She noted that she heard it was 4 to 5 kilometers from the resort in the direction we had come from.

We promptly came upon the convenience store from before and asked for directions there.  .  One of the men eating dinner told us he was in the band that was playing at the Funky Fish that evening and that the bar was 1 to 2 KM down the road. We started off in that direction when I had an attack of logic and reasoning.  I thought that all of the Thai people we had met so far had little to no regard for accurate time  or distance, so if this guy said 1 to 2 Kilometers, it was probably closer to Kayvalyn’s 4 or 5.  Realizing this we decided after walking a considerable amount to hop in the back of a truck for 40 Baht each and arrive at a much swifter pace.

As we were dropped off we happened upon Kayvalyn’s high school friend, Earth, who was with some other Thai folk, a few of whom had also graduated Syracuse.   I don’t remember their names at the moment, but I know there was a Pat, a Vipat…and that’s all I can muster.

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The Funky Fish Bar

We walked around the outdoor expanse for a bit.  There was reggae music playing and past a fence there were lanterns being lit and sent out above the Andaman sea.  We had seen them being deployed previously from our darkened stretch of beach en masse, resembling some sort of anti-aircraft fire.

Ken and I Release A Little Lantern Magic

Ken and I Release A Little Lantern Magic

Up, Up And Away

Up, Up And Away

Miller and I went to release one of our own.  We bought one for 100 baht and went to get Ken.  Then we had an Australian help us to release it properly.  After one false start we successfully let our good luck charm go.  All of the while fireworks were being set off mere feet from where we were standing without any regard, warning, or supervision.

Objects In This Photo May Be Closer Than They Appear

Objects In This Photo May Be Closer Than They Appear

The rest of our group arrived at about 11:20pm and the drunken revelry promptly began.  There was little or no growing indication that the New Year was approaching, just a general curiosity over when the countdown would start.  At around 11:57 we had a hunch there would be no countdown and as Jeff’s phone struck midnight, we had our own countdown, “10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1!  Happy New Year!…Should old acquaintance be forgot…”

Jeff, Andy, and Ken Ring In 2009 With A Mix of Refreshment and Creative Facemaking

Jeff, Andy, and Ken Ring In 2009 With A Mix of Refreshment and Creative Facemaking

After one round of Auld Lang Syne and New Year’s congratulations there was another countdown, another a cappella rendition of “Auld Lang Syne” and repeated sips from everyone’s buckets of booze.   With each successive sip we’d scream, “buckets of booze” like a drunken Spring Breaker .

Judy and I Enjoying The Newly Crowned 2009 After

Judy and I Enjoying The Newly Crowned 2009 After

From there we moved over to the reggae show and watched the band whilst imbibing the spirit of the New Year.  We noticed our Thai GPS system from the convenience store was singing in the band. How about that?

Blurry Picture of The Band

Blurry Picture of The Band

As the evening carried on, more and more people dropped out.  I think I stayed pretty late.  I had managed to procure some sort of foam beads and while I was waiting in line for the bathroom I befriended a Finnish guy and an English girl.  The Finnish guy though I was either from Greece or Canada.  I think that was a compliment, meaning he didn’t immediately take me for an obnoxious American.  But like Lee Greenwood, I’m proud to be one of those.

At the end of the night, I hopped in a taxi with I think Judy and Eric or Ken or someone, but possibly not.  I woke up on New Year’s day feeling entirely nauseated and hungover.  I got a quick breakfast early, but returned to bed until 11:45am.  For some reason I desperately wanted to get to the beach before New Year’s day in New York, which would have been Noon Koh Lanta time.  I made it by a thread and took the lone photo of the day…of my feet as I looked at the ocean from my covered beach perch.

My View As The Clock Struck Midnight in New York

My View As The Clock Struck Midnight in New York

The rest of the day I did precious little in the way of activity, though I did go to the road and got a Thai massage from a weird place that wasn’t nearly as good as Health Land.  It wasn’t questionable but seeing as I was the only person there, I was afraid some stranger might come from the backroom, knock me out, and steal my things.  I had my eyes open half of the time.  My masseuse wasn’t necessarily built for this kind of work either.  Her fingers were plump and her skin rough.  She spent half of the time during the first twenty minutes staring aimlessly out the window as she lightly kneaded my left leg.  Oh well. It was less than $10 and I guess sometimes in Thailand you do get what you pay for.

I spent the rest of my day back at Relax Bay, under a covered, cushioned awning staring at the sea and reading next to Jeff, Liz, and Joel.  I took a quick dip, but was just mostly determined to finish reading my first book.

I met up with a large part of the group for dinner.  Andrea, Meghan, Jeff, Andy S, Andy C, Tracy, Morwin, Eric, and Judy all congregated around the table and I later partook in Ice Cream with Lauren and Rosario before calling it a day.  Morwin, Ken and I retreated to our room to read/write and just plain fall asleep…goodnight.

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Doctor Who?

Posted by evankessler on December 5, 2008

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My Christmas/New Year’s vacation to Thailand and Cambodia creeping up on me, I’ve been forced to tackle many pressing issues that one has to take care of just before going on a trip of this magnitude.  Arguably the most important necessary evil that one must knock of their to do list when visiting a distant foreign land, next to getting a passport, is to make sure you are up to date on all of your  immunizations.

In a state of panic the past few days, as to when I could get this done despite not being very busy, I finally got around to making an appointment with a travel clinic in Brooklyn to get myself injected with the necessary vaccinations.  I had previously spent a great deal of time obsessing over which necessary pains to take in terms of what would be entering my bloodstream at the hands of a specialist wielding a loaded syringe.  Did I need Hepatiis A, B, C, Polio, Typhoid, Meningococcal, Pneumoccoccal, and Gonorrhea vaccines?  If so, how much would that cost me?

So, as I left the apartment on Thursday morning, I started to relax realizing that all of my questions would be answered by the doctor in just a matter of minutes.  As I walked out of my house pondering the amount of needles that would neeed to enter my body, I realized that I had absent mindedly left my keys in the house and that I was locked out.  Not such a promising start to the day I should say.

I made it to the clinic eight minutes before my appointment.  I would’ve been there sooner, but my eyes were scanning the storefronts for locksmiths and the ground for locksmith cards.  I arrived at the office of Dr. Harold J. Klein (not the actual name, protecting the names of the innocent) and notified the receptionist of my appointment before promptly signing in.  While I was filling out the usual forms a doctor entered the receptionist area playfully ribbing his nurses and assistants.  By the decidedly jew-y manner of the man, I took him to be Dr. Harold J. Klein.  When I say Jew-y manner I don’t mean it in a derogatory sense.  It’s more of an endearing term.  As someone of Jewish lineage I grew up around a lot of humorous older Jewish men with a similar comedic bent.  I looked upon this demeanor  fondly as it was reminiscent of  those in my past and some in my present.

I was soon called into the office of one Dr. Harold J. Klein and sat down for about one minute, fully expecting the next person through the door to be he who I recognized as Dr. Harold J. Klein or one of the nurses.  When the door opened, however, I was in for quite a surprise. I was greeted by Dr. Harold J. Klein, but he was not the Harold J. Klein I expected.  He was no nebbish mensch of a character.  He who stood before me was a svelte almost James Carville-looking bald man with thin lips seemingly adorned with dark red lipstick and earlobes that featured a rather feminine set of earrings hanging from them.

Despite, my initial shock, I didn’t show any discomfort.  I wasn’t actually uncomfortable with the situation, I think I was just more confused that this was not the doctor I thought I’d be having and also that I generally thought that cross-dressing was not something that made frequent appearances in professional settings let alone a Doctor’s office, moreso in the privacy of one’s own home or places of leisure activity.  I mean it’s always a little nerve wracking going to a new physician, this was just an unexpected wrinkle that made the event entirely more interesting. Dr. Klein certainly displayed a certain affability and knowledge that immediately put me at ease, but I also couldn’t stop looking at the color of his/her lips and the heels of his/her shoes as he/she sat reviewing which vaccines were recommended for visitors to both Thailand and Cambodia.

After a little bit of discussion, it took what seemed like less than 5 minutes to administer my Hepatitis A, Typhoid, and Tetanus shots.  He then recommended that I go downstairs and be tested for immunity to Hepatitis B.  And with that I thanked him/her and we shook hands before I went to get some blood extracted from the lab downstairs.

I’ve never been the type to be afraid of needles, so the original thought and actual process of needles injecting chemicals through skin was none too daunting or even interesting.  However, having gone through this specific experience with this specific Doctor, I can’t say it wasn’t interesting this time around.  It probably prepared me a little bit for the onslaught of ladyboy’s that I’ll undoubtedly be surrounded by on vacation.

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Evan Kessler’s Astrological Outlook for Year Number 30

Posted by evankessler on November 4, 2008

My favorite part of the New York Post Horoscopes is the part where Sally Brompton doles out what’s in the stars for the next year for people whose birthday it is.  Every year on my birthday I usually pick up a copy of the Post for the sole reason of reading that nugget of wisdom plucked from the cosmos.  Today I chose to forgo the print edition as the online version was free.  I think I’m normally used to sunny predictions of success and well-being, but this morning Sally’s astrological prognostication seemed to ring of the ominous “six more weeks of winter” tone.

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In any case, I shall attempt to use Sally’s message as a guiding example for life and how to live it.  Indeed she is correct in noting that I will “need to chose between my future and the past over the next few months.” My only question is November 5th my future now or my past then?  At Sally’s behest I will begin to rid myself of all emotional baggage today.  I am in need of physical baggage, however, as I’m going to Thailand in a little over a month and need a light enough garment bag that I can fit a suit in, but won’t be a hassle to carry around for two weeks.  If anyone has seen such a bag, let me know and I’ll gladly shed some additional emotional baggage so that it might be an easier load to shoulder.

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